Lao Yangtou also had a dark face, and his chest was heaving with anger.

"What was young boy busy with when you were there? So busy that he no longer wants our old Yang family?" the old man asked angrily.

Yang Yongzhi's eyes really flickered from now on, and he really didn't dare to say anything.

Old Yangtou has lived for more than sixty years and is almost seventy years old. He is a human spirit and there is nothing he cannot see.

"If you are asked to speak, just speak. Don't hesitate, it's not like a man!" Old Yangtou shouted.

Yang Yongzhi was so frightened that he trembled all over and stammered: "When I went there, the fourth brother was squeezing the shoulders of the fourth younger brother and sister. When I left, he was beating the legs of the fourth younger brother and sister. In the middle of talking, he took the time to pour it for me.

I got a bowl of warm water to quench my thirst, and made a bowl of brown sugar water for my four younger siblings..."

"boom!"

Lao Yangtou directly smashed the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, and the tea and tea leaves splashed on Yang Yongzhi's shoes. Yang Yongzhi was startled and quickly stepped aside. He was so scared that he didn't dare to look up, as if he was the one who did the wrong thing.

Own.

Old Yang said with a headache and heartbroken: "Why did such a man appear in our Old Yang family? Is this still a man from our Old Yang family? Is he still a man?"

On the side, Mrs. Tan snorted coldly: "If you're not a man, you're just a turtle slave. I haven't seen a woman in my life. I'm being ridden in the neck by a shabby shoe who has gone to two families. I'm still eating happily. Bah!"

Old Yang stood up with his head pounding, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Boy Zhi, come with me. I'll go to Yujia Village in person and show off my old face to ask for a clear explanation!"

After saying these words, Lao Yang raised his head and walked towards the deep entrance. Yang Yongzhi did not dare to neglect and quickly followed him.

As soon as the grandfather and grandson walked to the door of the house, they almost bumped into someone.

The man took a few steps back and fell to the ground, "Ouch!"

It's Liu.

Old Yang glared at Mr. Liu who was sitting on the ground angrily, and said: "What are you doing with your head poking around? Get up and drive!"

Mrs. Liu was so frightened that she got up and stepped aside, watching Old Yangtou and Yang Yongzhi leave in a menacing manner.

The fire of gossip in my heart was burning brightly, and I really wanted to ask, but I didn't dare to ask it outright.

Mrs. Liu looked at the direction in which Lao Yangtou and the others were leaving, then glanced at the east room. She ducked towards the door of the east room, wanting to take a look at whether there was anyone else in the east room besides Tan.

Because when she was in the west room opposite, she hurried over when she heard the noise coming from the east room opposite.

"What are you doing poking around? Come in, I have something to tell you!"

Five miles east, Tan's majestic voice suddenly came.

Liu was startled instinctively, and her legs almost gave out.

"Are you dead or deaf? Let you in!" Tan's threatening voice came again.

"I'm coming!"

Ms. Liu quickly responded and quickly entered the east room.

In the east room, it was not winter yet, and Mrs. Tan was already sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, her legs covered with a small rug.

Mrs. Liu could tell at a glance that the small blanket was called a Persian blanket and was given by Yang Ruoqing during the last Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's soft and warm. It's hot, heavy and uncomfortable to put on the quilt at this time.

Leave it uncovered. After sitting for a long time, I feel a little chilly. This Persian blanket is just right.

This old man really knows how to enjoy it.

Mrs. Liu secretly cursed, but her envious gaze moved from the Persian blanket covering Ms. Tan's legs to Mr. Tan's elongated tiger face.

"Mom, why did you call me in?" Mrs. Liu stretched her neck and asked.

Mrs. Tan rolled her eyes, raised her chin and scanned the floor in front of the bed: "Are you blind? Didn't you see the mess on the floor? Clean it up quickly!"

Mrs. Liu lowered her head and looked, oh my god, that crisp 'bang' sound was really a smashing of the tea bowl.

Who are you getting so angry at?

"Why are you still standing there? I, the mother-in-law, can't control you, the daughter-in-law?"

Tan's angry shouts rang out again, and Liu quickly came to his senses.

"I'm looking for a broom," Mrs. Liu said.

"The broom is behind the door," said Tan.

Mrs. Liu hurriedly curled her lips, went over to get a broom, and swept there with a faint clattering sound.

Mrs. Tan sat on the bed, listening to Mrs. Liu cleaning with her ears bent, with a sneer on her lips.

"Mom, the floor is clean. Do you have anything else to do? If nothing happens, I will go back to the house and do my own thing!" Mrs. Liu asked again.

Tan said: "Things have changed in the past few days. My arms and legs are so sore. Please come over and give me, an old woman, a few massages."

After Mrs. Tan finished speaking, she lay down diagonally next to the big pillow next to her.

Ms. Liu was stunned, this...

"What? You think I am a dirty old woman? Are you not willing to serve me?" Mrs. Tan waited for a moment, but before Mrs. Liu could see her, she turned to ask Mrs. Liu with a sneer.

"Mom, it's not that I dislike you, how dare I," Mrs. Liu hurriedly waved her hands to explain.

"I'm clumsy. I'm afraid that my hands will be useless and I will pinch you. Liu'er is young and has a sense of propriety in doing things. I'll help you call Liu'er over!"

Ms. Liu turned around, rubbed oil on her soles and left.

Before he could take two steps, his back was hit by something flying towards him.

There is still some pain.

Mrs. Liu turned around and saw that Mrs. Tan had thrown over an iron clamp used to pull needle threads.

Why is this old woman so cruel?

If this thing hits the back of the head, it will break the skin and bleed!

"Mom, how could you..."

Mrs. Liu turned around and was about to accuse Mrs. Tan, when she saw Mrs. Tan sitting up from the bed.

The old lady stuffed her feet into the shoes and muttered: "You dislike me, an old lady, and I can't do anything to you. Go away and I'll find a daughter-in-law who knows how to be filial to me."

Then, Mrs. Tan came to the window and shouted outside: "Xiaojuan?"

As soon as the first call came, the door of the next door opened with a creak.

"Old lady, I'm here, what are your orders?"

Xiaojuan's sweet and well-behaved voice came over immediately.

Tan said: "Old lady, I feel uncomfortable in my bones..."

"Old lady, if you don't mind Xiaojuan's clumsiness, Xiaojuan will be happy to help you knead it a few times."

When she said this, Xiaojuan had already stumbled into the east room.

Ms. Liu glanced sideways at Xiaojuan, and a trace of surprise flashed across her eyes.

It turned out that Xiaojuan's face was burned by the noodle soup and she had scars on her neck and face. She was afraid that people would see her and say she was ugly, so she had to wear a big felt hat on her head every day when she went to the toilet in the backyard.

There must also be a circle of white gauze underneath.

I came here now, not wearing a hat, but covered my face with a veil.

Through the gauze, Mrs. Liu discovered that a scar that was supposed to be on Xiaojuan's eyebrow was missing.

The face under the veil is vaguely visible, and it seems that the crooked scars that look like candle wax are not visible.

Ms. Liu was filled with surprise. Did this little vixen apply something good to remove scars?
Chapter completed!