The blood on his face had been drained long ago, but he didn't expect that he would be so angry that it would turn purple, just like the pig liver he had just taken out, as if he could squeeze out the purple liver with just a pinch of his fingernails.

Come blood.

"Dad, please don't get angry. Getting angry will hurt your liver." Yang Huaming advised him angrily from the side.

Old Yangtou no longer cared about this 'clown', and glared at Yang Ruoqing with hatred.

"You fat bastard, are you trying to scare me? You didn't really do anything to Yun Ya, did you?" He asked again anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled.

"Master, do you look at me like I'm joking?"

Old Yang stared at her fiercely, his eyes darkening little by little, as if during a total lunar eclipse, the shadows spread little by little in his eyes, and soon swallowed up the last bit of white.

The old man's eyes were staring at Yang Ruoqing like two pitch-black black holes in an abyss with no bottom, as if he wanted to suck her into the abyss and perish her forever.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and touched the hair on her arm, thinking to herself, oh my god, why is he so scary like this? He looks like a devil.

"I'm the one doing the trouble now. If you want anything, just come at me. Why are you venting your anger on Yun Ya?"

Old Yang gritted his teeth and spat out each word with blood and tears.

"Sir, you and our elders, we are all filial sons and virtuous grandchildren, how can we dare to do anything to you?"

Yang Ruoqing continued, smiling harmlessly.

On the side, Yang Huaming quickly beat the drum, "Qing'er is so right, your blood is flowing in our bodies, no matter how much you make trouble, we can't do anything to you!"

"Dad, your unscrupulous confidence all the time, doesn't it just mean that we don't dare to do anything to you? Yes, we have a showdown, dad, you win, we give in, hahaha..."

Although he was saying cowardly words, Yang Huaming's laughter was really hearty!

Why?

Because Qing'er found a way to restrain the old man.

Yang Huaming ignored the twisted face of Old Yangtou who was on the verge of collapse, and deliberately asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, this move is good. Is this move famous?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't need to avoid it, she pursed her lips and said four words with a smile: "Damage transfer."

"Master, I'm calling you again. I hope you can listen carefully."

After Yang Ruoqing finished teasing Yang Huaming, she continued talking to Old Yang Tou.

"You are going through all this trouble and suffering all because of Yunya. If that's the case, then Yunya should go through this with you, otherwise I won't be able to bear your old infatuation."

"So, from now on, if you always bite your tongue while eating, I will send someone to cut Yun Ya's tongue."

"Master, if you hit your head on the wall, I will smash Yun Yao's head with a stone."

"In short, if I'm fine, Yun Ya will be fine. If anything happens to me, Yun Ya won't be able to get over it."

"If I die, I will kill Yunya and let her be buried with you. How about that? Am I a good and filial granddaughter?"

Lao Yangtou struggled to catch Yang Ruoqing, but Luo Fengtang raised his hand to block her behind him.

Lao Yang grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it at her. The pillow was also blocked by Luo Fengtang's body.

His body was like a wall of copper and iron, and his pillow was immediately smashed into pieces, and the cotton wool and reed catkins inside floated out, as if it was snowing.

This was accompanied by Lao Yangtou's hysterical roar: "Get out, get out, you evil ghost..."

Having achieved her goal, Yang Ruoqing smiled like a spring breeze and gave Lao Yang a blessing before she escaped completely.

…

When we left Lao Yangtou's place, everyone was so exhausted that they were lying on their backs.

Unlike everyone else who can go back to catch up on their sleep, uncle and nephew Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi have to go to the Taoist temple later.

"Fourth uncle, third brother, you can rest at home this afternoon. We will go to the Taoist temple tomorrow."

The Taoist temple belonged to Yang Ruoqing, and Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to give them both a holiday. Yang Huaming was extremely excited.

Originally, he had planned that there would be nothing to do when he arrived at the Taoist temple. The devotees would burn incense in the morning, and do some simple sweeping and tidying up in the afternoon. He should be able to catch up on some sleep by then.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing gave them a holiday directly, which was even better.

"Qing'er, you are really considerate, so my fourth uncle will accept your kindness!"

After saying this, Yang Huaming went home to catch up on his sleep.

But Yang Yongzhi said to Yang Ruoqing: "My fourth uncle is older, give him a break. I am young and can handle it, so I don't need a break."

If both of them had gone to rest, then the Taoist temple would be short of manpower.

"Third brother, don't worry about this afternoon, Taoist Yuan will arrange the manpower. You should go back and rest for a while." Yang Ruoqing persuaded sincerely.

His eyes fell on Yang Yongzhi's slightly crooked nose, "And your nose, how is it now?"

Dabai broke Yang Yongzhi's nose with his fist. From then on, the old Yang family's ancestral straight nose said goodbye to Yang Yongzhi.

When a person's nose is a little crooked, it affects the overall face. The facial features seem to be slightly distorted, and they don't look as pleasing to the eye as before.

Well, he is a man and doesn't care about changes in appearance, but the root of the disease is also left in his nose.

"I've been using the pot you gave me to Qing'er to wash my nose a while ago. It feels much better and I can sleep well at night."

While speaking, Yang Yongzhi coughed a few more times.

The problem with other people's noses is that mucus continuously flows out of their noses, but in his case, the mucus pours back into his throat, causing him to cough a few times to clear his throat before he can say a few words.

Yang Ruoqing heard clues from Yang Yongzhi's voice, "Hey, haven't you washed yourself these days? I think your situation seems to be getting worse again, Third Brother."

Yang Yongzhi smiled sheepishly, "The salt I used to wash my nose was gone, so I made do with salt from cooking at home and washed it for a few days. It was so irritated that I stopped washing it again."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh, "Third brother, you can't use the salt from cooking at home anymore to wash it. It will be counterproductive."

"I have to go out in the next few days. When I come back, I will bring you some salt."

"Qing'er, that's too troublesome for you. Tell me where I can buy it, and I'll buy it myself."

"It's better for me to carry it for you, Third Brother. That stuff is more difficult to buy. I'm afraid that if you go to buy it, someone else will fool you."

"Then... well, third brother, thank you in advance. If there is nothing else, I will go to the Taoist temple first."

"Well, I can't stop you, just go ahead."

For someone like Third Brother who sticks to his post, Yang Ruoqing will naturally express his feelings when the red envelopes are handed out during the Dragon Boat Festival.

When she got home, Wang Cuilian had already heated up lunch and invited Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang to come over to eat.

I was overly hungry before and thought I wasn't hungry. Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat down at the dining table and saw the large pot of yellow yak, braised river shrimp and tofu on the table, my appetite suddenly came over.

After a delicious meal, I drank a bowl of sweet wolfberry, tremella and lotus seed soup at the end. When I sat on the stool with my round belly, I felt so satisfied that I couldn't find words to describe it even after looking through Chinese textbooks.
Chapter completed!