Yang Ruoqing felt that Uncle Wu's strength was so strong that she couldn't hold on at all. She hurriedly said to Sun, who was still wiping tears on the other side of the bed, as if she had fallen into another world completely: "Mom, come here and help me!"

Mrs. Sun finally came back to her senses. Seeing the formation, she panicked again. She hurriedly came over and grabbed Yang Huazhou's other arm. She cried and begged in a low voice: "Fifth brother, we all know your thoughts. Everything is fine." Now, Qing'er's grandma and grandma have all agreed. If we, the juniors, continue to make a fuss, what kind of fuss can we make? In the middle of the night, it made people jump around and woke up the neighbors. Is the whole village watching our old Yang family’s jokes?”

Yang Huazhou froze in place, with the veins on his forehead protruding one by one.

Yang Ruoqing disagreed with Sun's remarks from the bottom of her heart. It was too pedantic! But she couldn't spare the time to correct it at the moment, so she had to persuade Yang Huazhou, who was about to run away at any time: "Fifth uncle, please be patient. I just have this idea now. The old lady won’t come to our house for a few days. We can’t be impatient. We’ll wait until my father wakes up and we’ll sit down and figure out what to do!”

"Qing'er is right, fifth brother, you should go back to your house and rest. Don't make any announcement about this beforehand!" Mrs. Sun also advised.

Yang Huazhou glanced at the mother and daughter beside him, and could only let out a long sigh, and nodded with a sad and indignant look, "Then I will go back to the house first. If there is any movement at night, just call out. My house is next door!"

"Okay, you go first!"

After Yang Huazhou left, Mrs. Sun staggered and almost fell down.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Sun's almost exhausted face and the injury on her forehead, and frowned slightly. It was Sun's fault that she had suffered all this night's troubles!

"Mom, please sit down and take a breath first. I'll pour you some water and wipe your face!"

Helping Mrs. Sun to sit down on the bench beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing turned and walked towards the wooden washstand in the corner.

There was an earthenware basin for washing the face on the washstand, and there was still more than half of the basin of clean cold water in the basin. Yang Ruoqing put the washed yellow handkerchief on the side into the water and soaked it, and squeezed out the moisture inside. Turn around and walk to the bed.

"Mom, don't kneel down and kowtow to others anymore. If you can't explain things in words, even if you smash your forehead, it won't help!"

She whispered to Sun while lifting up Sun's somewhat messy bangs with her fingers, and carefully placed the cold handkerchief folded into a strip on Sun's red and swollen forehead.

The cold water gauze can cool the damaged capillaries and relieve the discomfort at Sun's wound site to a certain extent.

Mrs. Sun made no sound, but looked at Yang Ruoqing with guilt in her eyes, "It's useless for me to be my mother..."

Yang Ruoqing knew what Sun wanted to express, and secretly sighed in her heart. In such a backward and isolated ancient countryside, various feudal concepts were very serious.

Strict patriarchal authority, preference for boys over girls, and feudal superstition...these are all shackles that oppress people!

It was not difficult for Yang Ruoqing to imagine that if Old Yangtou and Tan were determined to sell themselves, no matter how hard Sun begged, it would be of no avail.

A hint of coldness flashed across her eyes, and she wanted to give herself away? Huh, sister is not the stupid fat girl from before, and she will not let you round her up and flatten her again!

"Qing'er, don't be afraid. Wait until tomorrow when Mom goes to beg your grandparents again, begging them not to sell you!" Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing with red and swollen eyes, her voice was already hoarse and unpretentious!

Yang Ruoqing was speechless, but her heart still felt slightly warm. She raised her head and gave Sun a sweet smile, and nodded lightly.

"Mom, I'm going to boil some hot water. Let's warm our feet and get some rest together. It's been a long day!" Yang Ruoqing said, standing up straight and planning to go to the kitchen, but Mrs. Sun held her wrist.

"You're a fool, stay in the house, mother, go away!"

Ignoring Yang Ruoqing's objection, Ms. Sun took off the handkerchief that had been on her forehead for a while, put back the wash stand, picked up the big earthen basin, turned around and left the room.

After a while, Mrs. Sun returned to the house with a basin full of steaming hot water. The mother and daughter made do with wiping their faces and scalding their feet with hot water. Yang Ruoqing had just recovered from a serious illness, and her body was exhausted.

How to recover, she had been holding on all night. Now she put her feet into the hot water, and her whole body was immediately enveloped by a layer of warm breath. She couldn't help but let out a breath of comfort.

Before she could wipe her feet from the water and lift her up, she was already sitting on the bench and fell asleep. Finally, Mrs. Sun wiped her feet clean, carried her back to the room next door, and put her on the hard floor.

Plank bed.

Sun pulled the slightly damp quilt over Yang Ruoqing's body, leaned down slightly, and gently touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead with her rough fingers, her eyes full of love and guilt.

Qing'er, don't be afraid, my mother will risk her life to protect you!

…

Yang Huaming was sitting on the stool next to the bed. Mrs. Liu squatted in front of Yang Huaming with her big belly and was washing Yang Huaming's feet.

There was a soybean oil lamp the size of a mung bean left in the room, which was flickering on and off. Mrs. Liu raised her face and looked at Yang Huaming, who was leaning on the chair and squinting his eyes like an old man. He said in a low voice: "Daddy He'er, follow me.

You figure something out."

"What's the matter?" Yang Huaming asked casually without opening his eyelids.

Mrs. Liu pursed her lips and said: "You said, if the third brother is really useless, wouldn't the third bedroom really collapse? Won't the three children in the third bedroom have to be supported by us big guys in the future?

"

"Then we don't know what's going on, but what can we do? Our father and mother are still in good health. As long as they are here, well, our old Yang family can't even hope to separate our family!" Yang Huaming said.

As a big family living together like this, although they can't hide much money in their pockets, they can eat from a big pot and no one will notice if they are lazy.

"Hey, let's not talk about the third room. I heard my ears get calloused tonight. Why don't you tell me to discuss things with me? What is it?" Yang Huaming then asked Mrs. Liu.

"The matter I want to discuss with you has nothing to do with the third room!" Mrs. Liu was talking without delaying her hands. She wrung out the handkerchief and wiped Yang Huaming's feet clean, then picked up the handkerchief next to her.

Putting the shoes on his feet, he glanced up at Yang Huaming and said: "The baby in the third bedroom is raised by the big guy's father-in-law anyway. How about we take a chance and go and beg our parents to take care of the baby in the third bedroom?"

That little An was adopted in our name, and we don’t want to raise it ourselves anyway. Once adopted, he will be our baby. When we get old, we will have a son at our bedside to take care of us. A hundred years later, when we return to the West, there will also be a pot-breaking person..."
Chapter completed!