Chapter 8209 The Truth (Part 1)
Changping Village.
Yang Huamei kept holding it in in such a tense atmosphere, holding it in, holding it in...
Finally, she fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already dawn. Her eldest grandson was still sleeping next to her, but the diaper under her body had been changed.
Obviously, Tan changed the child while Yang Huamei was sleeping.
However, Tan herself was not in the house.
Memories of last night quickly flooded into her mind. Yang Huamei's first reaction was to rush out of bed and go to the window, push open the window with a bang and stick her head out to look out the window.
Last night, it was like a mysterious world outside the window. My mother didn’t know why, but she was not allowed to see it.
The old lady herself was guarding the window with scissors and didn't say anything when asked. It really made Yang Huamei nervous, scared, exciting and novel.
Now that it's dawn, she wants to see what's going on, enjoy it, and see it clearly!
However, there was nothing outside the window.
That’s not right, there is still something.
That's a bunch of wood tied with straw ropes.
These pieces of wood are discarded pieces of wood left over from making furniture for a new house a while ago. It would be a pity to throw them away.
So my father-in-law, Wang Hongquan, collected them together, tied them with straw ropes, and placed them under the eaves, under the windows, under the walls...
It just needed to be dried in the sun and used to make fires in winter.
Yang Huamei looked at other places in the yard and saw nothing strange.
What were you looking at last night? It seems like I really have to wait until my mother comes back before asking her in person.
But the question is, where was my mother this early in the morning?
Just when Yang Huamei was puzzled, the courtyard door was pushed open and Mrs. Tan came back.
And there were several people behind him, Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing, and even Yang Yongzhi pushed Lao Yang's head.
Yang Huamei stood by the window and was even more stunned when she saw so many young and old men from her mother's family arriving in a swarm.
What day is it today? Mom, what are you doing? Why did you call everyone here?
So Yang Huamei hurried to the main room, "What kind of day is it today? Dad, brothers, why are you all here?"
Yang Huazhong nodded towards Yang Huamei, his expression a little solemn.
Yang Huaming grinned, his expression was normal.
Yang Yongzhi also looked solemn, while Yang Yongqing said with a playful smile: "Auntie, we are ready with good wine and meat. Now we are here to help your family catch ghosts!"
Catch ghosts?
Yang Huamei’s expression changed and she became more and more confused.
At this time, Old Yang, who was sitting in the wheelchair, coughed heavily. He turned his head and glared at Yang Yongqing: "You are the only one who talks a lot. There is a god three feet above your head. Children, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"
Children’s family?
Yang Yongqing was happy and pointed to his nose: "I am already in my thirties, which means hundreds of months. Have you ever seen a child who is hundreds of months old?"
Old Yangtou blushed, "Okay, okay, how long have you been talking nonsense? We are talking about serious things here, you can rest aside."
Yang Yongqing still laughed, Da Ma Jin Dao simply sat aside. Because of his gags, the overall atmosphere became less tense and scary, and even made Yang Huamei feel lively.
"Dad, brothers, please sit down quickly. I am afraid there is no hot water for you to make tea this morning. Do you drink the water from the night? If not, I will go to the kitchen to make tea. "Yang Huamei started greeting again.
Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "No need to work, sit down, we have important things to discuss."
"Huh? Oh, okay." Yang Huamei then sat down.
Yang Huazhong asked her again: "Is the child awake? Do you want to go and see?"
Yang Huamei smiled and said: "I just saw it. She slept well, so there is no need to look."
Yang Huazhong nodded, then said to Yang Huamei: "This morning, my mother went from house to house. The one who woke us up, mother Tell us something happened in your yard last night. Let us come over to help discuss what the situation is. "
"What happened in my yard? " Monk Yang Huamei was confused.
"Mom said there was a ghost last night!" Yang Huazhong said again.
Haunted?
Yang Huamei was so shocked that she almost jumped up from her stool.
She looked at Mrs. Tan, who was sitting at the corner of the table.
Maybe it was because she hadn’t slept a wink all night. Although the old lady’s hair was still neatly combed and she even applied hair oil, the old lady’s face was ugly, sallow and her eyes were full of spots. Red blood streaks.
The lips seemed to have peeled off a circle of skin due to dryness. When Yang Huamei's inquiring eyes fell on her, Mrs. Tan raised her head and smiled worriedly at Yang Huamei.
"I didn't dare to tell you last night for fear of scaring you." The old lady's voice was slightly hoarse, as if she were scratching the bottom of a pot with an iron spoon.
Yang Huamei shook her head to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.
"Mom, please stop being so pretentious. What happened last night? If you do what you did last night again, I will really get angry!"
Yang Huamei didn't just say it casually. He didn't mean to scare Mr. Tan.
This is Lao Wang’s house, her home.
What happened in her home has been kept in the dark by her mistress? What does this mean?
Seeing that Yang Huamei was really angry, Mrs. Tan became anxious and quickly explained: "Meier, Meier, don't be upset. Mom didn't mean to hide it from you. Last night, we were just the two of us, and there was no man around." Be brave, I'm worried that I'll scare you if I tell you in the middle of the night."
"Why don't you tell me at dawn this morning?" Yang Huamei didn't accept Tan's explanation.
Ms. Tan smiled helplessly: "You were asleep at that moment. Mom couldn't bear to wake you up, so she quietly went out to find your father and your brothers to discuss it."
Yang Huamei: "..."
Well, I can't even express my anger.
"Mom, then stop beating around the bush and tell me exactly what happened last night!" Yang Huamei also softened her tone and said.
Ms. Tan nodded, glanced at the other people at the table, and recounted what happened last night exactly as it was, and said it again carefully:
"This period was not the time for the village elders. It was a thief, and some people said it was a thief. It made people panic. I was also very anxious. Everything I ate didn’t taste good, what I drank didn’t make me happy, and I couldn’t sleep well..."
< br>Old Yangtou patted the table impatiently and interrupted Tan: "Okay, okay, let's get straight to the point. Why are you talking about so much nonsense? You thought you were holding a meeting under the old maple tree at the end of the village. "
Tan's words stopped abruptly, and her face turned red. She glared at Old Yang angrily, "What do you care about me? I told you that I didn't call you. Listen!”
Old Yang's two gray brows knitted together, and the goatee beside his mouth trembled angrily.
“Whether you’re telling it to me or the children, why don’t you just stop talking nonsense and get down to business? It’s not like telling stories in a teahouse, so why are you doing all those fancy opening chapters?”< br>
(End of this chapter)