Chapter 1544 Family Matters (Update 1)
This is Yang Ruoqing’s first time back in Yang Hualin and Qian’s yard, located at the junction of Changping Village and Lijia Village.
Qian has been locked in the house and is not allowed to come out. The scope of her activities is the main room and the east and west wings.
No one is allowed to come out of the yard, kitchen or toilet.
Eating, drinking and having sex are all done in those three rooms.
The Lao Yang family ordered that one meal be delivered every day to ensure that they would not starve to death, and that they would not care about anything else.
So this yard has been neglected for a long time, with dead leaves everywhere and a state of decay.
Of course, this is not the point. The point is that it is very gracious for people like Qian to be treated like this by the old Yang family.
"Well, it's in the east room. Don't go to the west room. Her urine and feces go to the west room."
Liu's voice brought Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.
Yang Ruoqing responded and followed Mrs. Liu to the door of the main room.
When Mrs. Liu took the key and opened the door, the two people entered the main room one after another. What hit them was a stench.
I won’t describe it here, it can’t be described with pen and ink.
In short, fortunately Yang Ruoqing was well prepared before coming and wore a mask.
In the main room, all the tables and chairs were overturned to the ground, and tea bowls, teapots, etc. were also smashed everywhere on the ground.
It is estimated that Qian wanted to vent his anger, so he vented in the house to attract attention.
But it’s a pity that this place is out of the way and no one will pay attention to it if it is smashed to pieces.
Even if you pay attention, it is still a household matter of the old Yang family, and it is not easy for others to interfere.
The door of the east room was ajar. Mrs. Liu reached the door and kicked it open with a bang.
In the east room, the ground was in a mess, and tables and chairs were all staggered.
The child's cradle and the cabinets for clothes were all collapsed, leaving only a bed over there.
The quilt on the bed was a mess, and the curtain was torn to pieces, hanging there and fluttering.
Among the messy quilts, a woman with disheveled hair sat there, staring at the door with a pair of angry eyes.
Seeing Mrs. Liu and Yang Ruoqing come in, Mrs. Qian on the bed did not say a word, her eyes followed the bowl held in Mrs. Liu's hand.
Ms. Liu placed the bowl heavily on the bedside, then quickly stepped aside while covering her nose.
"Eat, eat, come on, a plague-stricken broom star wants me to take care of you. I'll choke you to death!" Madam Liu said.
Qian curled her lips, lifted up the quilt, crawled to the bed and grabbed the bowl.
When I saw that the bowl contained more than half a bowl of porridge and a chopstick full of pickles and so on.
Qian was so angry that he gritted his teeth at Liu.
"You just give me something that even a pig won't eat. What are you going to do with those few pennies? Buy coffins for your man and my daughter?" Qian immediately scolded her.
Mrs. Liu was also furious and jumped up.
"You old bitch, I gave you stuttering food out of kindness. You are just grateful. Why are you cursing me?"
"I fed it to the dog, and the dog wanted more. Wag your tail a few times, don’t eat it, don’t eat it!”
Ms. Liu rushed forward, raised his hand and knocked the bowl out of Mr. Qian’s hand.
The porridge in the bowl spilled out and spread all over the bed. It was thin and mixed with pickles, making it look even more messy.
Qian also made a fuss, straightened up, pulled out Liu's hair, and dragged Liu onto the bed.
Then the two women struggled on the bed and got into a ball.
Qian's cattle are tall and powerful. Although they are locked up in the house and are not allowed to go out, they can only eat once a day and have no work to do. After eating, they sleep.
That strength is still there. Compared to Qian's figure, Mr. Liu's figure is two sizes smaller.
Liu's specialty is talking, and he is really no match for Qian in a fight.
So, after three or two rounds, Ms. Liu was pinned down on the bed by Ms. Qian, and Ms. Qian’s ass as big as a millstone sat on Ms. Liu’s lower back.
She sat down suddenly, almost breaking Liu's waist in half.
"Ouch, this old bitch is going to shake things up, Qing'er, what are you doing in a daze? Come and help me!"
Ms. Liu is crying like a ghost, hurry up. Ask Yang Ruoqing for help at the door of the house.
Yang Ruoqing took a few steps forward and came to the bed, but did not take action to rescue Mrs. Liu.
But he said to Qian who was sitting on Ms. Liu: "I have a big belly and I am not interested in participating in your fight."
"Well, you let my fourth aunt down. "This bag of pastries was originally intended to be sent to Aunt Guihua's house, but now I can give it to you. Is it okay to make up for the half bowl of porridge that was spilled?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Qian looked at the bag of pastries in Yang Ruoqing's hand and sneered: "It's too little, not enough for me to stuff between my teeth!"
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide: "So much Isn’t the pastry enough for you? Do you have the mouth of a hippopotamus?”
Qian had never heard of or even heard of hippos and elephants, but she could feel that what Yang Ruoqing said was not good.
"Humph, go back and tell your master and the others that they will starve me to death if they dare. If I are locked up like this and not fed, I might as well just die!" Qian said.
"Also, if you bring food in the future, give more, otherwise, I will beat anyone who brings food, including your mother!"
What arrogant words!
Yang Ruoqing sneered secretly in her heart, wishing she could go up and give the Qian family a slap in the face.
But thinking of her more interesting plan, Yang Ruoqing held back for the time being.
She laughed along and said: "Okay, okay, I will help you convey your words to my father."
"You take this bag of cakes now, hurry up Let my fourth aunt down, she will be crushed to death by you!" Yang Ruoqing pointed at Mrs. Liu on the bed.
Ms. Liu's face turned red at this moment, and she slapped her hands vigorously on the bed, trying to struggle to get up.
However, Qian's tonnage pressed down on her, just like Monkey Sun was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain, and Liu couldn't get out at all.
Qian was still holding Liu's hair firmly with one hand, as if riding a horse.
Poor Ms. Liu has fallen into a big trap.
Qian pinched Mrs. Liu's back a few more times, and then pushed Mrs. Liu off the bed.
Ms. Liu fell to the ground and hit the overturned chair behind her. She grimaced in pain.
"You old bitch..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qian picked up one of her shoes and jumped off the bed.
"What are you scolding? Can you curse again?"
A shoe sole was thrown on Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Qian was still looking for tools. The scissors in the sewing dustpan were already there. Got it in hand.
Ms. Liu’s face turned pale with fright, she froze in place and her legs trembled.
Yang Ruoqing came over and pulled her up: "Fourth Aunt, let's get out of here quickly, otherwise we will really suffer!"
Ms. Liu came to her senses, ran out of the house in a mess, and stood at the door of the house, gasping for air, looking like she was in shock.
Yang Ruoqing also came out and stood beside Mrs. Liu.
Looking through the window of the east room, I saw Mr. Qian unwrapping the pastry wrapping paper.
Yang Ruoqing sneered secretly, eat it, eat it, it’s a good thing to honor you!
(End of this chapter)