Thinking of those damp quilts, Yang Ruoqing really wanted to take those quilts out and dry them in the sun to kill the bacteria, but she was a fool, and wouldn't this hug reveal her secrets!

So, she suddenly grinned and said "Ahhh..." several times in the direction of the kitchen.

Sure enough, the kitchen curtain was opened, and Mrs. Sun hurried out while wiping the water stains on her hands, and ran to Yang Ruoqing's side, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

Yang Ruoqing opened her mouth and was about to press her ear to ask Sun to help her carry out the quilt. At this moment, the small wooden door leading to the front room was knocked open from the outside with a bang.

The young man, wearing straw sandals and his mud-stained trousers rolled up to his knees, ran in from outside in a hurry.

The young man was probably in his early twenties, with a Chinese-character face, dark complexion, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a tall nose, and somewhat plump lips. Yang Ruoqing recognized this young man at a glance as her fifth uncle Yang Huazhou.

Mrs. Sun was startled by the sudden noise. She raised her head to see who was coming. She breathed a sigh of relief but also showed a bit of surprise.

"Fifth brother, didn't I say that you went to Old Zhao's house in the east of the village to help build the stove? Why are you back now?" asked Sun.

Yang Huazhou raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, glanced at Yang Ruoqing who was hiding behind Mrs. Sun, and said loudly to Mrs. Sun: "Third sister-in-law, has my third brother come home in the town today?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Then before my third brother went out, did he wear a gray shirt, blue trousers, and a pair of straw sandals?" Yang Huazhou asked immediately.

Sun thought for a moment, nodded, and suddenly thought of something. He was squatting beside Yang Ruoqing, but suddenly stood up and asked Yang Huazhou anxiously: "Fifth brother, why are you asking these questions? What's going on?"

"Ouch! That's really bad!" Yang Huazhou slapped his thigh, gritted his teeth, and his whole face was tangled together.

When Mrs. Sun heard this, her face immediately turned pale. Thinking that Qing'er's father had been gone for so long, she suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart.

His lips were trembling and he was about to ask again. At this moment, the door of the east wing opposite opened with a creak.

A tall, thin old man came out wearing a coat. His temples were a little gray, but his body bones still looked very strong.

The old man was holding the collar of his coat with one hand, and holding a tobacco stick in the other hand. Behind him, followed by Mr. Tan who looked anxious.

Yang Ruoqing knew that the old man in front of her was the grandfather of this body, Old Yangtou, and the highest head of the Yang family.

Old Yangtou had a gloomy face since he came out of the house. He didn't look at Sun and his daughter at all. He only glared at Yang Huazhou who looked impatient and shouted loudly: "What bothers you the most is that you are half-talking."

Half of him is gentle and gentle, like a girl. What's wrong with your third brother? Tell me!"

"Dad, it's not good. I heard from Ergouzi's wife who came back from the town. There was a man lying on the river beach five miles away from the town, covered in blood, and there was a cart rolled beside him. Ergouzi's wife

I was too timid to go over and take a closer look, but I saw that the man’s clothes were exactly the same as those of my third brother!”

"What?" Old Yang shook his head and body violently, and the tobacco stick in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack!"

Tan took a few steps forward, grabbed Yang Huazhou's arm, and said sternly: "What are you talking about? How did the ox cart driven by your third brother overturn into the river?"

"That's what Ergouzi's wife said. I don't know the details! It's too urgent. Come back to ask for Dad's advice!"

"Father Qing'er..." Mrs. Sun suddenly howled and rushed out. Before she could even take two steps, she suddenly stopped and fell straight onto the hard ground behind her.

Yang Ruoqing's expression changed over here, and she was about to jump up from the ground to pick her up. Yang Huazhou on the side had quick eyes and quick hands and helped Sun.

"Third sister-in-law..."

After shaking for a while, Mrs. Sun came back to her senses.

"I'm going to find Qing'er's father!" Mrs. Sun stared with eyes that were almost out of focus, but she still pushed Yang Huazhou away and rushed to the front room.

"Dad, what should we do now? Please come up with an idea!" Yang Huazhou glanced at the direction Sun was running away and stamped his feet anxiously.

"What are you still doing? Why don't you go to the front yard and wake up your eldest brother? I won't go to the ground in the afternoon, so I'll go find your third brother!"

Before Old Yangtou finished speaking, Yang Huazhou rushed out like a gust of wind, and then there was the sound of him slamming the door of Yang Hua'an, the eldest son of the Yang family, from the front room. Old Yangtou buttoned up his coat in a hurry.

He chased after him.

In the backyard, the only ones left were Tan, who was standing in the middle of the yard anxiously, and Yang Ruoqing, who was standing under the wall with a blank look on her face.

Although I haven't officially met the cheap dad yet, the vague and scattered fragments in my mind are all about the middle-aged man's simple and honest face.

Like Mr. Sun, he had doted on this silly girl without any regrets for more than ten years.

I didn't sleep a wink all night last night, so I went to the town at dawn this morning to grab some medicine. I must have been mentally depressed or something, so I overturned the bullock cart and got into an accident!

Yang Ruoqing was in a state of confusion and wanted to follow her to see how her father was doing now, but her body had been severely damaged by drowning and she had a high fever all night. Now she stood up a little more and felt dizzy.

Yeah, they can't keep up with Sun and the others at all. On the contrary, they have to be held back!

She could only stand blankly under the wall of the west wing, with her feet propped up and looking in the direction leading to the door of the front room, her ears raised to listen for any movement! In her heart, she prayed over and over again, hoping that nothing serious would happen to her father.

That’s good!

Over there, Mrs. Tan looked around and muttered something. She turned around and picked up the tobacco stick that Old Yang had dropped on the ground. She was about to return to the east wing. When she turned around, she saw Yang Ruoqing holding the base of the west wall.

As she stood, Mrs. Tan's anger suddenly rose, and she started to yell and curse at Yang Ruoqing.

"What are you looking at? It's not all your fault! Why is life so hard for such a fat fool? If the third child has any good luck, neither you nor your mother will want to stay with the old Yang family.

Sooner or later I will kick you out, broomstick! God of Plague!"

At other times, Yang Ruoqing would definitely not let it go like this. But at this moment, she was thinking about her father and had no intention of arguing with Tan.

Taking a step back, although Tan's words are unpleasant, they also tell the truth.

If the original owner of this body had not jumped into a pond for a man, so many things would not have happened later. These faults are not his own, but he still suffers unspeakably, hey!

Not wanting to be used as a vent by Tan, Yang Ruoqing turned around and entered the west wing, leaving Tan alone in the yard cursing.

"A fool, you still show off to me like this? Damn you!"
Chapter completed!