Facing Tang Yun in the face of the current situation, Tang Jingru was so angry that she trembled, and she really wanted to find a stick to slap Tang Yun hard.

Qin Long and Tang Hao'er tightly hugged Tang Jingru on the left and right, and in the face of Tang Yun's provocation, Qin Long disdained.

Beat him, he's like this now, can beating him wake him up?

Besides, what's in it for yourself to wake him up?

Not a dime of good.

In the face of the already broken Tang family, Qin Long should have had a kind of happiness and revenge, but he didn't.

He looked at Tang Yun's gaze at the moment, it was not much different from looking at passer-by A, if there must be said to be, it was that this passer-by A seemed to be familiar to him.

Qin Long slammed Tang Jingru and said in a low voice, "Mom, let's go see grandma first." ”

"Go, go, take a look, take a look. Tang Yun lay on the rocking chair and shook again, his eyes no longer looked at Tang Jingru and the three of them, and he still used the small stick in his hand to make the starling in the birdcage, and whistled in his mouth.

"Tang Yun, are you talking about human words?" Tang Jingru rushed forward angrily and was about to pump Tang Yun.

Qin Long and Tang Hao'er hurriedly grabbed Tang Jingru, Tang Yun didn't look at Tang Jingru, still teasing the starling in the cage with that unbeaten expression, and responded to Tang Jingru as if talking to the starling: "Is what I said wrong, don't care if it's eighty or eighteen, it's just one glance and one less glance, right, Xiaoba? The old lady lived to be eighty-one years old, and this life is worth it." ”

As he spoke, Tang Yun whistled again.

Facing this younger brother, who was more than twenty years younger than herself, Tang Jingru's face turned pale with anger, her hands trembled, she stomped her foot fiercely, reached out and pushed Qin Long and Tang Hao'er away, and walked quickly to the backyard.

Since she was a child, all the people in the Tang family have been accustomed to Tang Yun, even Tang Jingru can't count how many times she has carried the black pot for Tang Yun, and anyone can guess that it must be Tang Yun's doing, but Tang Moxuan still blames Tang Jingru for all the faults.

Back then, was it possible that Tang Jingru, a girl in her twenties, did this kind of thing?

But this pot Tang Jingru also helped Tang Yun carry it, and was whipped two sticks by Tang Moxuan in front of the complainant, and Tang Yun also hid behind Tang Moxuan and snickered at Tang Jingru.

All in all, Tang Yun became like this, he was used to being used to the patriarchal Tang Moxuan since he was a child, and Tang Jingru, including Tang Jingru, was also responsible.

Forget it, I won't mention these things about the rotten grains of old sesame seeds.

Tang Jingru went straight to Mrs. Jin's room in the backyard in a huff, and when she entered the door, she saw Mrs. Jin sitting leisurely on the Taishi chair smoking a hookah, Tang Jingru's eyes were red, she hurriedly ran to Mrs. Jin's knees and squatted down, holding Mrs. Jin's knees with both hands, looking up at Mrs. Jin with tears in her eyes and asking in a calmer tone as much as possible, "Mom, are you okay?"

Mrs. Jin looked down at Tang Jingru, who was crying, and smiled slightly: "Mom, what's wrong, why are you back? ”

Tang Jingru cried out: "Mom, haven't you eaten a decent meal for a long time?"

Not only Tang Jingru, but even Qin Long and Tang Hao'er also saw the instant noodle buckets and fast food lunch boxes thrown in the trash cans under the table of the Eight Immortals.

Mrs. Jin smiled slightly, holding the delicate hookah and said, "Mom has never eaten anything when she is old, and everything she eats is like that." ”

Tang Jingru stood up and stretched out her hand to hold Mrs. Jin's arm: "Mom, let's go pack our clothes, and I'll take you back to Nanao Island." ”

Mrs. Jin broke away from Tang Jingru, still sitting there like Mount Tai and looking at Tang Jingru and said: "Mom is already old, she is not going anywhere, when she was a girl, Mom was carried into this house by your father with a sedan chair, and if you want Mom to get out of this house, you have to have at least four bars." ”

Qin Long asked Tang Hao'er in his mind puzzled: What is the matter with the four poles.

Tang Hao'er replied to Qin Long with no taste in her heart: Carry the coffin.

It seems that the old lady Jin has also known the news that Tang Yun has arrived at this house, otherwise she would not have said such a thing, seeing that the old lady is wearing new clothes for a long time, I am afraid that the old lady is ready to fight to the death when someone comes to collect the house.

Tang Jingru's tears fell, and she looked at Qin Long and Tang Hao'er helplessly: "Dalong, Hao'er, you help me persuade my grandmother." ”

Tang Jingru also knew about the grievances between Qin Long's family and her father, and now she just wanted to ask Qin Long and Tang Hao'er to help her persuade Mrs. Jin to return to Nanao Island with her to recuperate, as for Tang Yun, she didn't dare to expect Qin Long to help Tang Yun.

At this time, there was a noisy sound from the front yard, Tang Hao'er raised her eyebrows, and said in a low voice in an unkind tone: "There are really people who dare to come to collect the house, I'll go and see." ”

It turned out that Tang Hao'er had always left the little girl in the front yard, after all, she was her maternal uncle, and she couldn't help but care about Tang Yun when she broke her bones and connected tendons.

Tang Yun is finished, and this Tang family is gone.

Qin Long smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Tang Hao'er, and said in a deep voice: "You and our mother stay here to accompany grandma, and I will take care of the affairs outside." ”

Tang Hao'er still insisted, Qin Long shook his head lightly at her: "Don't worry, I will take care of it." ”

With that, Qin Long had already raised his feet and walked out of the house to the front yard.

There were seven or eight more people in the front yard, and a few Qin Long actually looked a little familiar.

One of them, an old man who looked to be in his seventies, was standing in the middle of the courtyard and pointed at the people who came with him: "Bolt, you can go out and find a few Liba to come and cut down those two trees for me." ”

Liba is the derogatory name of the nobles in the capital to do coolies, and those who pedal three-wheeled carts carry work in the freight yard, in short, the people who make money by selling their strength are collectively called Liba by them, and this title originally came from the mouth of their Eight Banners.

During the Qing Dynasty, the children of the Eight Banners lived a rich and noble life by relying on the monthly distribution of money from the imperial court, and from the bottom of their bones they looked down on those Han people who lived at the bottom of society.

The bolt flattered the old man and said: "Second master, if you don't think about it again, these two persimmon trees have been raised for decades, and it's a pity to cut them, and when the autumn comes, the trees are full of red lanterns, and they are festive." (The red lantern refers to the ripe persimmons after autumn)

"Festive fart, festive can this house still fall into the hands of the second master?" the old man blew his beard and glared at the bolt.

The bolt was immediately replaced with a flattering smile: "Come on, the second master said that we will cut it, you wait, I will go out to find Liba." ”

The bolt hurriedly ran out of the door, and the second master stretched out his hand and pointed to a narrow door in the corner of the courtyard and commanded another person: "Da Gang, you go back and arrange for someone to demolish the thatched house for me, Mr. Yin Yang said, the thatched house is in the southwest of the town, and the thatched house will be changed to the southwest ...... for me."

Qin Long walked to the front yard with his hands behind his back, glanced at Tang Yun, who was still playing with birds under the porch, and asked the people in the courtyard with a dark face, "What are you doing?"

Qin Long's voice was not high, but it clearly reached the ears of several people.

"What are you doing, take the house. The second master looked at Qin Long with disdain, and when he saw Qin Long standing on the steps, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and subconsciously blurted out: "Why are you? Why are you ?......here?"

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