Chapter Eighty-Nine: Just a Petition

Yang Deshun was also annoyed by Yang Chai's words just now, at this time, he felt that he had to speak, so he said, "Sister, don't care about your sister-in-law's words, she, this life is like this, her heart is not bad, but she can't see the height of her eyebrows."

When you come to the house in the future, you can find Ah Zhong's daughter-in-law if you have anything. Ah Zhong's daughter-in-law is a safe one, and I will leave the affairs of the family to her and Ah Zhong, and I can rest assured.

From now on, all of you elders here will do the same, just call me and find Ah Zhong, and Ah Zhong's daughter-in-law will be successful. There are dozens of people in the family, a lot of things, and there are not one or two far-sighted, very effective helpers. ”

As soon as everyone heard the words, they knew in their hearts, Li Zheng's words, they couldn't be more clear, Yang Deshun took advantage of the situation to remove Yang Chai's stewardship and handed it over to the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law.

Yang Deshun saw that his wife was unconvinced, and he wanted to say something, so he didn't wait for her to open her mouth, and said first, "Ah Yi, Ah Guo, Ah Yong, you all heard it clearly."

What's going on in our family in the future, no matter how big or small, let's get your eldest brother and sister-in-law to get an idea, my mother and I are so old, it's time to rest.

Besides, I'm here, the affairs of a few villages, trivial, and energetic, how can I still have the leisure to manage this mess at home? When you are older, you should have a responsibility, and if you should help your father and mother share the burden, you will share the burden. ”

The rights of Yang Chai's inner house were swept away by Li Zheng to the end, which can be regarded as a break.

How smart Yang Zhong and Yang Lan are, when they saw that their father had established themselves as the eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law, they quickly suppressed the excitement in their hearts and saluted respectfully,

"Dad, mother, please rest assured, our husband and wife will not dare to live up to the high expectations of our father and mother, manage all the affairs of the family well, and will not disappoint our younger brothers and sisters."

Luo Ziwei sat down with Yang Chai's hands, and saw that the eldest son and daughter-in-law of the family were so sensible and worry-free, and turned her head to look at Yunshan and Zhou's again, only to feel a stomachache, a headache, and a pain all over her body.

Alas...... A good son is raised by someone, and they are in the Yun family...... There is a long way to go to transform and train successors.

The crowd laughed and talked for a while before they dispersed.

When Luo Ziwei got home, she didn't talk to her sons much, so she went back to the house with her old daughter Yunxiu to wash up, and went to sleep on the kang.

Actually, this night, Luo Ziwei thought a lot.

Yang Chai's dislike for her made her have to think about it anymore. He also gradually sketched out his preliminary plan for living in the Tang Dynasty in his mind.

The mushroom snack stall, she doesn't plan to participate too much, and completely hands it over to Yang Deshun, which can be regarded as a vote for her based in Qingshan Village.

With this vote, the Yang family is her safe haven and strong backing, so she will rely on it, so she will not worry about showing her skills and being coveted.

After having such a plan, Luo Ziwei fell asleep with peace of mind.

The next day, Luo Ziwei took out a small half bag of polished rice and a small half bag of flour from the rice cabinet and carried them to the stove room.

There was only the He family in the stove room, and the Jiang family and the Zhou family had not yet gotten up.

Today's shift is He's cooking, so she has to get up half an hour earlier than the eldest sister-in-law and second sister-in-law to boil water for everyone.

He had already boiled hot water, scooped it into a large wooden basin, and was about to cook, but looking at the empty grain urn, she was about to cry, her eyebrows were frowned, and she was at a loss.