Sun still looked confused.

Yang Ruoqing simply picked up the mallet in her hand and said, "Let's use this mallet as an analogy."

"This mallet is mine now. I don't care too much about it, but when I need to use it, I can use it easily."

"But if this mallet is stolen by someone else, and I don't buy another mallet, then when I don't need it, I will see the mallet used so happily in the eyes of others."

"I am definitely not willing to give in."

"I feel that the mallet belongs to me and I have to get it back. That's the reason!"

Sun seemed to understand a little bit.

"Hey!" the woman sighed.

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? You are already engaged to Tang Yazi, and it's time for Zichuan to let go." The woman said.

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Even if you are not engaged to Tang Yazi, you have nothing to do with him Mu Zichuan."

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Tang Yazi is a good boy. If you follow him, your father and I will feel at ease."

Yang Ruoqing really smiled this time.

"I feel the same way, hehe."

…

The old house, the east wing of Lao Yangtou and Tan's family.

The Eight Immortals' table was piled with New Year's gifts from the four houses.

Old Yangtou's face was filled with a happy smile. He looked at the group of children and grandchildren in the room in front of him and nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, all of you are filial."

Lao Yangtou said repeatedly, while instructing Mrs. Tan to bring melon seeds and peanuts for everyone to pound.

Mrs. Tan was a little reluctant, "It's not the Chinese New Year yet, and I'll finish eating the melon seeds and peanuts. I'll wait until they come over on New Year's Eve to start eating again."

Yang Ruoqing, who was mixed in the crowd, heard this and secretly exchanged glances with Daan.

I'm so picky about my breasts.

The four houses have given me gifts for so many years, as well as money.

If it were replaced by melon seeds and peanuts, the east wing would be flooded.

Yang Ruoqing just cursed in her heart, it didn't matter whether she ate or not, there was no shortage of food at home.

But someone shouted out this feeling.

"Mom, why are you so stingy? Why don't you just knock a few melon seeds for us without even looking at the gifts piled on the Eight Immortals' table?"

The person who spoke was Mr. Liu.

Mrs. Liu is now six months pregnant. She is wearing a winter cotton coat and stands with her hands on her lower back, her belly bulging out.

Hearing Mrs. Liu's words, Mrs. Tan spat in Mrs. Liu's direction angrily.

"In a room full of people, you are the only one who is greedy. I am worried about every needle I have," Mrs. Tan said.

Mrs. Liu curled her lips.

Yang on the side also smiled.

"Mom, our second wife came all the way from town to give you two New Year's gifts. Not to mention smashing melon seeds, there should be a bowl of tea, right?" Yang said.

Mrs. Tan snorted again: "It is natural for younger generations to be filial to their elders. Do you want me, a mother-in-law, to serve tea and water to your daughter-in-law? Aren't you afraid of thunder?"

Yang curled her lips and remained silent.

When Old Yangtou saw this momentum, he realized that he and Mr. Tan had just taken stock of these gifts.

I completely forgot about the other things.

While scolding Mr. Tan to go get melon seeds and peanuts to entertain everyone, Lao Yangtou poured the tea himself.

Everyone drank tea and cracked melon seeds, and listened to Old Yang's talk about the New Year's arrangements.

Old Yangtou cleared his throat and glanced at the children and grandchildren in front of him.

"This year is the first year that our old Yang family has lived since we split up."

"I still say the same thing, I can't write two words "Yang" in one stroke. Even if you brothers start a new business, you are still the people under my feet and the closest relatives of my flesh and blood."

"Dad, don't say so many opening words, just get to the point..."

The second child, Yang Hualin, couldn't help but interrupt.

Today is the birthday of Duke Laner, and I will rush to the south end of the village to celebrate his birthday later.

Hearing Yang Hualin's urging, Old Yang's face looked a little ugly.

Mr. Tan said angrily from the side: "You are in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Yang Hualin was startled, but before he could say anything, Yang next to him became unhappy.

"Mom, can you have some good words? Today is my natal father's birthday, can you say something auspicious?" asked Yang.

Tan snorted and turned away.

Here, Old Yang coughed heavily: "Stop arguing, let's get down to business."

Everyone's eyes fell back on Old Yangtou.

Yang Ruoqing knew that the next step would be like a meeting with Old Yang, and it would definitely be a long speech.

She and Daan sat on a high stool, simply found a comfortable position, put her head on Daan's shoulder, and listened with squinted eyes.

Over at the Eight Immortals table, Old Yangtou spoke up again.

"I'm inviting everyone here today, mainly to talk about this year's ancestor worship."

"This year is the first year to worship ancestors after the separation of the family. It also coincides with the birth of the first scholar in our old Yang family."

"This year's ancestor worship, our old Yang family will have a good time. Then all four of us will go to the mountain to burn incense and kowtow to our ancestors."

"Buy more firecrackers and put them on your ancestors' graves."

"The daughters-in-law put more effort into the offerings for ancestor worship, and the men each have a pair of poles and shovels."

"We'll wet your grandma's grave again when the time comes. It rained for several days last time, so the grave has collapsed a bit." Old Yangtou said.

When everyone heard this, they all whispered among themselves.

After whispering for a while, they began to express their opinions.

Yang Huaan shook his sleeves, straightened his back, and was the first to stand up as the eldest brother.

"This year, my son Yongxian passed the exam and became a scholar, bringing glory to our old Yang family. He will definitely go to announce the good news to his ancestors."

"I agree with dad's suggestion. Let's worship our ancestors and do it well." Yang Hua'an said.

Old Yangtou nodded happily, and then looked at Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin had some reluctance on his face.

"Dad, I will definitely go burn incense. You guys can do this for me. My waist hurts when the weather gets cold. It's an old problem..."

"I bother!"

Tan spat and interrupted Yang Hualin's words.

"As soon as you are asked to contribute something, you will push back and forth. If you look back, your ancestors will be blessed, and you will not have a share in the second wife!"

Hearing Tan's words, Yang Hualin smiled.

"Come on, if you want to be disrespectful to your ancestors, my grandma's tomb is not good in feng shui."

"All the good luck has been reflected on a girl from the third room. Men like us, we didn't get any benefit at all!"

When Yang Hualin said this, he did not forget to glance at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Huazhong stood up, frowned and said to Yang Hualin: "You can eat as much as you have the ability. Second brother, you are a man, but you are not as capable as my daughter, so you blame your ancestors. How shameless is it?"

Yang Hualin was startled and his face turned red with anger.

Yang Huazhong was not interested in arguing with Yang Hualin.

He turned around and said to Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan: "Whether the second brother and the others come to wash the grave or not, my third brother will definitely go anyway."

"The third brother is right. Our fourth brother will also go shower the grave!"

Yang Huaming quickly stood up and cheered for Sanfang.

"As a human being, we must not forget our roots. Our lives are given by our ancestors. We must respect our ancestors." Yang Huaming said.
Chapter completed!