Old Ga Po shook her head.

"It's been a long time, and I can't talk about it. That man's appearance is very standard, his wife is not good-looking, and the concubine is good-looking, and he is not like a woman from our village at all......"

Lao Ga Po said this, which means that she didn't say it.

Lao Yang asked a lot, anxious.

Everyone in the hall noticed the strangeness of Lao Yang Tou at this time.

Everyone thought of what Lao Yang Tou had been busy with all this time, and suddenly, they all guessed something.

Seeing this, Lao Yang Tou hurriedly stood up: "It's too late tonight, I should go back to sleep and come to see the old lady another day." ”

"Dad, it's dark and the road is slippery, I'll send you back to the old house."

Yang Huazhong followed.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also stood up immediately.

Old Yang Tou waved his hand at Yang Huazhong behind him: "It's useless, you can go home with your eyes closed in a few steps, let's rest early." ”

The old man roared and left.

Luo Blacksmith and Luo Fengtang also left.

The old grandson and the old man helped the old Ga Po to go back to the side yard to rest.

In the hall, Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing were left, as well as the Sun family who came from behind.

"Your grandfather left in a hurry, as if he was thinking about something." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, and a pair of bright big eyes turned: "Dad, I suspect that the concubine who gave birth to a child in the Mountain Temple is from our Changping Village." ”

"Qing'er, do you think so too?" Yang Huazhong was surprised and asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it seems that Yang Huazhong and the people in the hall tonight have thought of it.

"Dad, if those three people are really great-grandfathers, great-grandmothers, and that little concubine......"

"Then, the child who was born is likely to be my father!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhong frowned, and waves appeared in his eyes.

"Oh my God, if that's the case, then ......"

The man didn't dare to say any more.

Yang Ruoqing also understands that if this is the case, then the great-grandmother's generation has really done a conspiracy.

Borrowing the womb to give birth to a child.

This did not hinder the great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and there was an additional son to carry on the lineage.

However, he ruined the concubine alive.

Let her live with grievances, and die with humiliation.

And to Lao Yangtou, hehe, that's really a big joke.

……

When Old Yang Tou roared back to the east room, Tan was pouting his ass and picking up the box there.

Inside the box, it was full of New Year's goods sent from several rooms.

Fabrics, dry goods, Tan's pick-up with relish.

She thought about it, turned around and waited for Yang Huamei to come over, and asked her to pick two of the best fabrics to go back to make clothes.

Lao Yang's movement rushing into the east house like a gust of wind startled Tan.

The lid of the wooden box fell and slammed into her fingers, making her grin in pain.

"Dead old man, the ghost is chasing you, what are you doing so fast?"

She heard the footsteps and knew that it was Lao Yangtou, and scolded when she split her head.

Lao Yang ignored her, reflexively closed the door of the house, and then took off his cotton pants and buried his head there to look at his legs.

That red crescent-shaped birthmark, always there.

"What are you doing?"

Tan touched and came over to this side and asked.

Lao Yang didn't say a word, and sat down on the stool on the side, with a look on his face as if he had eaten a fly.

"What are you smoking? Why don't you talk to you? Tan came over and asked again.

Old Yang Tou came back to his senses for a long time.

"It's over, it's over, it's really over......"

He sat there and muttered, forgetting to mention his pants.

Tan fumbled and touched his cold thighs that were exposed, startled.

"You old thing, faceless and skinless, why don't you take off your pants when you go back to the house? Don't put it on yet! Tan scolded.

Old Yang Tou lifted his pants up indifferently, "Mei'er Niang, I seem to have done something wrong......"

"What's the matter?" Tan asked.

Lao Yang said: "I can't say it for a while, I'm afraid, I'm so afraid, I'm afraid ......."

"I've lived most of my life, who gave birth to it, I'm afraid I'm being tricked......"

……

On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, Old Man Sun and they are going to kill the New Year's pig.

Yang Ruoqing's pork for the New Year this year was taken from Lao Sun Tou.

The fourth uncle Yang Huaming also bought the pork for the New Year from Lao Sun Tou.

In addition, many families in the village who do not raise New Year's pigs have come to Lao Suntou's house to book New Year's pork.

Since getting up in the morning, Yang Huazhong's family has all come to the side yard to help.

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang also came over.

In the past, the New Year's pigs killed in the village were all killed by the father and son of the Chen butcher.

Kill a New Year's pig, charge 50 yuan, and collect 2 catties of pork from others, and manage three meals.

This year, Chen Tuhu's family was kicked out of Changping Village by Yang Ruoqing.

The eldest grandson and uncle were personally taught by Yang Ruoqing and learned to kill pigs and caster pigs.

The two got up before dawn, and first killed the five big pigs in the family pen, shaved their hair, and disemboweled.

Then he went into the village with his tools.

They helped the villagers kill pigs, and they charged 40 yuan for a pig, and they didn't want other people's pork and rice.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang came over in the morning, just to pick up the two sons of the eldest grandson.

The five big pigs that were killed were cleaned up, and then chopped into as many large pieces of meat as possible according to the different parts of the pigs.

Waiting for the villagers who had ordered the New Year's pork to come and weigh it.

Yang Ruoqing and the Sun family also arrived and came to help.

Towards noon, the villagers who came to pick up the pork came one after another.

At this time, Yang Hualin and Yang Ruolan came over.

"The third child, is there still a year of pork? Sell some to us too. ”

Yang Hualin entered the side courtyard with a haunted smile on his face.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing, who were at the pork table, were stunned when they saw someone coming.

It's been more than half a year since this new house was built.

Yang Hualin's second room has never set foot in half a step.

Yang Ruoqing's family held a banquet in the new house, and relatives and friends came to congratulate them, but Yang Hualin and them hid in the town and pretended not to know.

Later, I went back to the village, and I met him, and there was no explanation.

Everyone in the village knows about this, and they are talking about it behind their backs.

It is said that the second and third rooms of Lao Yang's family are to cut off contacts.

"Second brother, Lan'er, why are you here?"

Yang Huazhong came back to his senses, hurriedly took a few steps up, and asked.

Yang Hualin smiled and patted Yang Huazhong's shoulder: "Don't talk about it just now, come and weigh some pork and go back for the New Year!" ”

Yang Huazhong was even more surprised.

"Second brother, are you not in town for the New Year this year? Why don't you go back to the village for the New Year? ”

"Well, I'm from our old Yang family, how can I celebrate the New Year in a rented house in the town?" Yang Hualin said.

"Daddy is right."

Yang Ruolan interjected on the side, "Third uncle, my father said, go home for the New Year, so it's convenient to give grandma and them New Year's greetings." ”

"When you go out of the heavens, it is also convenient to burn incense for your ancestors." Yang Ruolan Road.

Yang Huazhong was very happy when he heard this.

"Okay, second brother, come here to weigh the meat, ready-made pork belly."

Yang Huazhong beckoned Yang Hualin, father and daughter to the side of the meat case.