The second half of Yang Shuo's sentence made Wang Lanhua stunned.

After Wang Lanhua came back to her senses, she rushed towards Yang Shuo like crazy.

If it weren't for this cheap man who seduced her in the first place, she would have married Yun Yongcheng by now.

Her innocent body was given to this cheap man, and she was pregnant with this cheap man's child, and this cheap man suspected that the child in her womb was a wild seed.

"Yang Shuo, you who killed a thousand knives, are you the seed you sowed, don't you have any points in your heart, you dog man is now hooking up with the fox spirit outside, not to mention, I still suspect that the child in my womb is not the blood of the Yang family, has your conscience been eaten by dogs."

During this time, Wang Lanhua was obedient in the Yang family, scolded and did not fight back.

Yang Shuo never expected that she would pounce on her like a mad dog.

One might as well be Yang Shuo slapped Wang Lanhua on the face.

Wang Lanhua's nails were long, sharp and long, and a paw landed on Yang Shuo's face, and a blood-red cut suddenly appeared on half of Yang Shuo's face.

Yang Shuo felt a hot pain on his face, reached out and touched the blood in his hand, and his eyes turned red suddenly.

"Wang Lanhua, you bitch, you dare to beat Lao Tzu, see if Lao Tzu doesn't beat you to death today."

Yang Shuo was furious, reached out and grabbed Wang Lanhua's hair, pressed her on the bed and beat her.

Wang Lanhua received two fists on her shoulder, screaming in pain.

Feeling that Yang Shuo was really provoked by herself, Wang Lanhua was frightened, and hurriedly shouted to the living room: "Killed, Yang Shuo killed." ”

Yang Zhihua and his wife were reprimanded by the police at the police station, and were fined 200 yuan, they were angry with Wang Lanhua in their hearts, and they heard the two of them arguing inside, and they didn't plan to meddle until they heard Wang Lanhua shouting like killing pigs, and the couple broke in.

Seeing Yang Shuo pressing Wang Lanhua on the bed, his fists kept falling on Wang Lanhua's body, and if he continued to let Yang Shuo fight like this, he would definitely kill someone.

The couple's faces changed dramatically at this time, and they hurriedly stepped forward, dragging Yang Shuo from left to right.

Chen Huamin grabbed Yang Shuo's arm and shouted anxiously: "Shuo'er, calm down, now is a society ruled by law, you beat Wang Lanhua to death, and you will also go to prison." ”

"Chen Huamin, what's going on in your house, it looks like it's about to be the New Year, and you don't want people to prepare for the New Year."

As soon as Chen Huamin grabbed Yang Shuo, a next-door neighbor came to knock on the door of Yang's house.

The son and daughter-in-law of the family fought hard, and the neighbors outside the door were dissatisfied and shouted, which was really an internal and external trouble.

Yang Zhihua frowned and sighed heavily.

"It's really a family misfortune, it's really a family unhappiness."

Until the twenty-ninth of the lunar month, the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve, the Yang family was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Yang Shuo went out early and returned late, wrapped in the smell of wine and rouge when he came back, every day.

Chen Huamin and his wife can't manage it, and they don't want to take care of it.

Thinking that the child in Wang Lanhua's belly was most likely not Yang Shuo's, Chen Huamin was not even in the mood to prepare New Year's goods, and on the eve of Chinese New Year's Eve, the Yang family did not even prepare the most basic food for the New Year, bacon, and tofu.

Wang Lanhua hid in her room all day long, washing her face with tears in the mirror.

Compared with the gloomy clouds of the Yang family, the old Yun family in Xiushui Village is happy, happy, and full of New Year's flavor.

On the morning of the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, after breakfast, Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju were busy grinding tofu.

Food processing factories, department stores, supply and marketing cooperatives, and Meiweixuan are all on holiday, and Yun Yongcheng and Lu Feng are also at home.

"Aunt Yun, this hard work, let me come with Brother Yongcheng."

As soon as Mei Cuiping poured some soaked soybeans into the stone mill, Lu Feng and Yun Yongcheng walked to her side.

"It's not that Aunt Yun despises you, this grinding is a technical job, and you can't do it."

Mei Cuiping looked at her son and Lu Feng with a smile.

"Even Yongcheng can't do it."

Lu Feng rolled up his sleeves in disbelief.

"I don't believe I can't do the work that a donkey can do."

"Mom, it's rare for Brother Lu Feng to take the initiative, so let him try."

Yun Yongcheng's words fell, Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju left from the stone mill, Lu Feng stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the wooden handle of the stone mill, and began to perform grinding under the eyes of several members of the old Yun family and the ancestors and grandchildren of the old lady Chu, Chen Ju.

Yun Yongcheng took a wooden spoon and added soybeans to the stone mill for him.

Before he could grind off a pound of beans, Lu Feng was so tired that he was panting.

Looking at his panting appearance, a young and old voice sounded: "Donkeys can do the work, I still don't believe I can't do it." ”

Lu Feng suddenly looked at Chu Yu in shame.

"Little Third Master, can you not sprinkle salt on my wounds."

Chu Yu: "The third uncle arrived in Xiushui County at half past ten, you better hurry up and pick up the third uncle, just grind tofu with Grandma Yun and Aunt Ju, let you grind tofu, I'm afraid that at night, Sister Mianmian won't be able to eat tofu brain." ”

Lu Feng can be regarded as understood.

The little third master ridiculed him because he delayed the little girl to eat tofu brain.

"Okay, I'll pick up the third master."

On the twentieth day of the lunar month, Chu Huaijing called Xiushui Village and said that he would go to Xiushui Village to celebrate the New Year with everyone this year.

Lu Feng went next door to find a windbreaker to put on, and drove out in the Volga car.

Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju finished grinding the tofu and were busy cooking lunch.

Chu Sanye arrived in Xiushui County at half past ten, and he could rush back to Xiushui Village at twelve o'clock, just in time for lunch.

Mei Cuiping poured the ground soybean milk into the big iron pot, and turned her head to look at the old lady Chu who was sitting by the brazier and roasting the fire.

"Sister Rumeng, does the third master like to eat sweet tofu brain, or salty tofu brain?"

Mei Cuiping asked, and Mrs. Chu realized that she had been in a coma for several years and didn't know anything about her youngest son's tastes.

"Grandma Yun, my third uncle likes to eat salty."

Chu Yu was busy helping to answer.

"Then I'll make more salty."

Mei Cuiping didn't notice that Old Madam Chu had a different expression, and was happily busy behind the earthen stove.

Suddenly, a small dumpling appeared beside Mrs. Chu, and said in a milky voice: "Grandma Rumeng, I don't know what my dad likes to eat, but I love my father's heart, not a lot at all." ”

The sound of milk came into her ears, and Mei Cuiping's heart suddenly brightened.

She looked at Yun Mian with a kind face and smiled, and reached out to touch Yun Mian's longer braids.

This girl is really an interpretive flower.

No wonder Yu'er likes this little girl more and more.

Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju made a very hearty meal together, and seeing that Chu Sanye and Lu Feng hadn't come back yet, they warmed the fried vegetables in the pot.

Knowing that Mrs. Chu missed her son, and after preparing lunch, Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju accompanied Mrs. Chu to wait under the big weeping willow at the entrance of the village.

Except for Yun Aiguo, who stayed to take care of the house, everyone else followed to the entrance of the village.

(End of chapter)