After eating and drinking, the family gathered around Yang Huazhong's bed and talked thoughtful words for a while, and then fell asleep contentedly.

But in the four-bedroom house of Lao Yang's house in the front yard, two people were having a hard time.

"What's going on with my stomach? It's been hurting so much this whole night. Oops, I can't stand it anymore. I still have to cry."

The fourth child, Yang Huaming, clutched his stomach and ran out of the house again, going to the toilet in the backyard.

In the room, the two girls were lying on their sides in bed, sleeping soundly.

Ms. Liu was also sitting on the edge of the bed holding her swollen belly, and the facial features on her face were distorted.

It felt like there was a muffled thunder buried in my stomach, and it felt like there was a stone roller.

From left to right, and from right to left, it crushed her back and forth, making her restless.

After a while, Yang Huaming dragged two legs filled with lead back to the house. His face was fairer and more handsome than a woman's, with a sallow complexion.

Just in time to catch up with Mr. Liu farting there, there was a crackling sound under his pants, like fried beans.

"Oh my God, you are such a disgusting bitch. You fart at the door of the house. It stinks like hell."

Yang Huaming pinched his nose in disgust and used the hand that had just wiped the anus.

Mrs. Liu looked embarrassed, and stood up holding her stomach, "Father, you are forcing things on others. That thing, I can't even say that I won't let it go, but it's just a turmoil in my stomach."

Yang Huaming waved his hands impatiently and sat down on the chair next to the table, feeling as if he had collapsed.

"What's going on tonight? Why is it so noisy like this? If it continues like this, I'm going to die."

Yang Huaming's face was full of confusion, and his voice was breathless when he spoke.

Mrs. Liu was also confused and helped to analyze, "It stands to reason that our stomachs are the best. Last time you sneaked into Fat Ya's house and stole chili sauce. We were so full that night that we didn't even look like that."

What’s going on now?”

"Fat Ya"

Yang Huaming squinted his eyes, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he sat up straighter.

"I know why," Yang Huaming said.

"Why?" Ms. Liu asked.

"That bowl of dumplings," Yang Huaming said, "There's something wrong with that bowl of dumplings."

Mrs. Liu was surprised, and then waved her hand, "No way, that bowl of dumplings was still cooking in the pot when I went there. I watched Sister-in-law take a bowl and scoop it out for me from the pot. If there is something wrong with the dumplings,

How about the third sister-in-law and the others eating by themselves?"

Yang Huaming then thought, "That's right. Could it be that there is something wrong with the meat stuffing in the dumplings? The meat stuffing is so fresh that I'm still greedy for it."

"Her father, you just came from the backyard, did you see the third sister-in-law and the others getting up at night?" Mrs. Liu asked again.

"No, I'm sleeping soundly. It's just the two of us who are making a fuss. Oh no, no, no, it's here again. I have to go there again."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Huaming opened the door, crossed his legs and ran to the backyard toilet again.

Mrs. Liu's stomach was so painful that she grimaced.

She counted the bowl of dumplings and found there were fifteen in total.

When she brought it back to the house, her two girls fell asleep, so she didn't wake them up.

The girls are still young, and when they grow up, they will have plenty of opportunities to eat them. Dumplings stuffed with shepherd’s purse and meat are not very common, so you should hurry up and eat a few more.

Before I even used my chopsticks, the man Yang Huaming came in. His eyes lit up when he saw the dumplings.

Mrs. Liu didn't dare to eat it alone, so she brought the dumplings to the man.

Yang Huaming ate ten of them in one go, and she grabbed five of them and drank the dumpling soup inside.

At this moment, Yang Huaming was occupying the toilet, and Mrs. Liu had no place to deal with the turmoil in her stomach.

Glancing at the toilet under the bed, Mrs. Liu hurriedly pulled out the wooden bucket, took it to the corner, couldn't wait to pull off his pants and sat on it.

A flash flood erupted, and Ms. Liu narrowed her eyes in relief and let out a long breath.

As soon as I put on my pants, before I could close the toilet lid, I suddenly heard the sound of an old cat meowing from the roof beams.

Immediately afterwards, something fell from the roof beam.

It fell on her neck, feeling furry and cool.

She raised her hand and touched it. Her hand was all sticky. When she saw it, she saw it was a mouse with its head bitten into pieces.

Mrs. Liu was so frightened that she screamed, threw the dead mouse out with her backhand, and stamped her feet so hard that she knocked over the toilet with one kick.

Yang Huaming just finished solving the problem and pushed the door back to the house. As soon as he entered the door, his vision went dark, and something was thrown towards him, hitting him in the face.

"boom"

The thing got sticky on his nose and fell on his instep.

Yang Huaming lowered his head and saw that it was a dead rat.

Yang Huaming was so disgusted that he almost cursed his father and mother. At this moment, a stench entered his nostrils, choking him and almost causing him to fall over.

Mrs. Liu was still dancing and waving something, and at her feet, a puddle of disgusting stuff poured out from the overturned toilet.

The smell of the whole room was worse than that of the toilet. The two sleeping girls on the bed were also awakened by the tossing. They got up and covered their noses and cried loudly.

The crying in this room soon alerted Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan in the next room.

The old couple put on their clothes and came to the door of the fourth room. Seeing this situation, Old Yang was so angry that his beard and eyebrows were trembling.

"It's useless, it's a shame." After saying this, Old Yang turned around and went back to the house to sleep.

Mrs. Tan went straight back to the house, picked up a basin of foot-washing water that she had not yet poured out, and rushed into the house with her little feet.

He poured it on Mr. Liu's head, chilling his heart.

"Damn mother-in-law, I told you to make trouble, why don't you clean up the house quickly, and I'll skin you tomorrow."

The next day, the sky was high, the clouds were clear, and the autumn breeze was refreshing.

As usual, Yang Ruoqing got up early early and went to retrieve the eel tube from the field ridge outside the village.

Today's harvest was pretty good, with nearly three and a half kilograms of eels of uneven thickness.

Winter is coming soon, so you have to hurry up if you want to catch eels.

"Hey, my Qing'er got a good harvest today."

Yang Ruoqing was squatting in the kitchen pouring eels when Mrs. Sun came in, took a look at the eels in the barrel, and praised them with a smile.

"Mom, keep this big one for the money, and these smaller ones, I'll pick them out later and clean them up, so I can serve wine to my grandpa at noon," Yang Ruoqing said.

"Well, my Qing'er is so good. You will definitely be happy if you know this." Mrs. Sun said with a smile, put on her apron and started to pack breakfast.

Yang Ruoqing took some of the selected eels and a pair of scissors and went to the well in the yard to start picking them up.

Hold the eel's head to the throat with two fingers, pick up the scissors with the other hand, and gently cut the soft throat area.

Yin Hong's sticky blood came out, and then she used the tip of the scissors to pull it down.

"Zhila"

Like a subtle and crisp sound of cracking silk, the eel was disemboweled.

The old cat from Lao Yang's house smelled the fishy smell and came around, rubbing Yang Ruoqing's feet and meowing.

"Ha, I'm so greedy, okay? I'll give it all to you."

Yang Ruoqing threw the eel entrails to the old cat who was trying to please her.
Chapter completed!