Chapter 19: Protect You (Second update delivered)
Yang Ruoqing felt that her fifth uncle was so strong that she couldn't catch it at all. She hurriedly wiped her tears towards the bed, as if she was completely trapped. Mrs. Sun, who had entered another world, said: "Mom, come here and help me!"
Mrs. Sun finally came back to her senses. Seeing the formation, she panicked again and hurriedly came over to grab Yang Huazhou's other hand. a hand He held his arms in his arms, lowering his voice and begging with tears: "Fifth brother, we all know your thoughts. Now that things are like this, Qing'er's grandma has already agreed. If we, the juniors, continue to make troubles, how can we make a fuss? Yo? In the middle of the night, it made people jump all over the place, woke up the neighbors, and let the whole village watch our old Yang family’s joke?”
Yang Huazhou froze in place, with veins all over his forehead. bulged out.
Yang Ruoqing disagrees with Sun’s remarks from the bottom of her heart. It is too pedantic! But at this moment, he couldn't spare the time to correct it, so he had to persuade Yang Huazhou, who was about to go berserk at any time: "Fifth uncle, please be patient. Grandma just has this idea now. That Wang Po will also have to wait a few days." We just came to our house, so we can’t be impatient. We’ll wait until my father wakes up and sit down to 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 angry look, "Then I will go back to the house first. If there is any movement at night, just call out and my house will be closed." Next door!"
"Okay, you go ahead!"
After Yang Huazhou left, Sun staggered and almost fell down.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Sun's almost exhausted face and the injury on her forehead, and her brows furrowed slightly. It was Sun's fault that she suffered all the trouble this night!
"Mom, please sit down and take a breath first. I'll pour you some water to wipe your face!"
Help Ms. Sun sit down on the bench beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing turned around and walked towards the washbasin in the corner over there. Shelves.
There is a basin for washing the face on the washstand. There is still more than half of the basin of clean cold water in the basin. Yang Ruoqing soaked the yellowed handkerchief in the water, squeezed out the water, turned and walked towards the bed.
"Mom, don't kneel down and kowtow to others anymore. If words can't explain things, it won't help even if we smash our foreheads!"
She followed softly. Sun said, 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.
Ms. Sun made no sound, but looked at Yang Ruoqing with guilt in her eyes, "It's no use mother..."
Yang Ruoqing knew what Ms. Sun wanted to express, and she sighed secretly in her heart. , in such a backward and isolated ancient countryside, various feudal concepts were very serious.
Strict patriarchal authoritarianism, preference for boys over girls, and feudal superstition... these things are all kinds of shackles that oppress people!
It is not difficult for Yang Ruoqing to imagine that if Old Yangtou and Tan insisted on selling themselves, no matter how hard Sun begged, it would be of no avail.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, did he want to give himself away? Humph, I'm not the stupid fat girl from before, and I won't let you make me round and flat anymore!
"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 gently. "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 are making a fool of yourself, stay in the house and go away!”
Ignoring Yang Ruoqing's objection, Mrs. Sun took off the handkerchief that had been on her forehead for a while, put back the washstand, picked up the big earthenware basin, and turned around to leave 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 was at the beginning of her serious illness. After recovering, her body's energy had not recovered much. 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, which made her so comfortable that she couldn't help but sigh. Take a breath.
Before she could wipe her feet from the water and lift her up, she was already sitting on the bench and fell asleep. In the end, Mrs. Sun wiped her feet clean and carried her back to the room next door. , placed on the hard wooden bed.
Sun pulled the 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 protect you even if she risks her life!
...
Yang Huaming was sitting on the stool next to the bed. Mrs. Liu squatted in front of Yang Huaming with a 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, and said in a low voice: "Dad He'er, I have something to discuss with you."
"What's the matter?" Yang Huaming asked casually without opening his eyelids.
Ms. Liu pursed her lips and said: "You said, if the third brother is really useless, then won't the third bedroom really collapse? Won't the three kids in the third bedroom have to rely on all of us in the future? Are you here to support me?”
"That's something we don't know, but what can we do? Our parents are still in good health. As long as they are here, we old Yang family can't even hope to separate our family!" Yang Huaming said.
As a big family living together like this, although there is not much money hidden in the pockets, they can still 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 prickly tonight. Why don't you tell me to discuss things with me? What's going on?" Yang Huaming then asked Ms. Liu .
"The matter I want to discuss with you has nothing to do with the third room!" Ms. Liu said without delaying her hands, wringing out the handkerchief and wiping Yang Huaming's feet. Clean, he picked up the shoes next to him and put them on his feet. He glanced up at Yang Huaming and said, "The kids in the third bedroom are all raised by your father-in-law. Why don't we take a chance to meet our parents?" Please, please, The little An from the third bedroom was adopted into our name. Anyway, we don’t want to raise it by ourselves. Once the child is adopted, he will be our baby. In the future, when we are old, we will have a son to take care of us at our bedside. When we return to the West a hundred years later, there will also be a pot-breaking person. ..."
Before Liu could finish his words, Yang Huaming kicked him in the heart. He leaned back and fell to the ground, with a wet footprint on his chest.
(End of this chapter)