The eyes of everyone else at the table fell on Yang Huaan.

Yang Huaan stopped holding the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at Old Yang.

"Dad, we haven't discussed this matter yet. Then, you always ask, which one should be sent?"

Yang Huaan asked obediently.

Since the last time he was a thief and got the stolen goods, Yang Huaan's arrogance has declined during this period.

When eating, he would sit at the corner of the table, and after finishing eating, he would hide in his room.

In the past, a friend of women would always have a bunch of women chatting with him wherever he went.

Now I was going to the toilet in the yard, and when I met my old friend Liu, she would spit at him.

Yang Huaan pretends to be a grandson with his tail between his legs.

Hearing Yang Huaan's words, Old Yangtou became even more angry.

"Boss, boss, tell me, what are you thinking about these days when you are bored in the room?"

Old Yangtou said a little angrily.

"There is water everywhere right now. Everyone is busy trying to think of ways to control the water. Every house has to draft strong men to do corvee labor. You still don't know anything. You are a pig!"

Yang Huaan was scolded by Old Yangtou until his face turned red and his ears dropped, and he lowered his head.

At the dinner table, Yang Huazhong spoke up to smooth things over.

"Dad, please stop scolding me now. Since he hasn't thought about this matter, why don't you come and help him think about who to send?" Yang Huazhong said.

Old Yangtou pondered for a moment and said: "Yongxian is a scholar and can be exempted from personal corvee. He still has to study and cannot go."

"Those who can go are either your eldest brother or my younger brother..."

"Ouch……"

Before Old Yangtou finished speaking, Yang Huaan, who was sitting peacefully, suddenly rolled his eyes and slipped from the dining table to under the table.

Lying on the ground, his eyelids rolled up and white foam was still spitting out of his mouth.

The food he had just eaten flowed out from the corner of his mouth and stuck to the clothes on his chest, making a large area dirty.

Everyone at the table was startled, and everyone hurriedly pulled Yang Huaan out from under the table.

His whole body was still twitching, and his teeth were chattering.

"Quickly, put the shoe into his mouth, be careful not to bite his tongue!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted.

Old Yang was looking for something in a panic. Yang Huaming, with quick eyesight and quick hands, took off Yang Huaan's shoes and stuffed them into Yang Huaan's mouth.

Then everyone placed Yang Hua on a rocking chair nearby and held down his hands and feet.

"Pinch the crowd!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted again.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Yang Huaming rolled up his sleeves and came forward. His nails got stuck and blood was drawn out.

Yang Ruoqing secretly raised her lips, what is the fourth uncle's name?

Is it a public revenge?

Haha, she was almost confused by the now improved fourth uncle.

The former fourth uncle was a scoundrel who brought harm to the entire village. He had plenty of these little tricks!

Yang Huaan calmed down quickly, but his lips looked like hare lips.

"Dad, what's going on? Why am I lying here?"

Yang Huaan asked with a confused look on his face.

Old Yang had a dark face and said worriedly: "You are sick and suffering from strep throat!"

"Ah? Why is this happening? I, I..."

He struggled to get up, but before he could stand up, his vision went dark and he fell back.

"Dad, why can't I exert all my strength?" he asked.

Old Yangtou ignored Yang Huaan, but turned to Yang Huazhong and said: "Let me go to work as a corvee. With a body like yours, you won't be able to dig a few shovels before you have to be sent back. It's going to hold you back!"

Yang Huazhong couldn't say anything more and nodded.

Old Yangtou turned to Yang Ruoqing and said: "Anyway, the town is also flooded, and the restaurant cannot make a living."

"Write down your second brother's name later and let him go."

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm'.

Suspicious eyes glanced at Yang Huaan.

Is the disease caused by this stick real or fake?

If it is fake, then this father is really weird.

…

After a busy day, the entire corvee collection issue in Changping Village was settled.

Now, just wait for Muzichuan to come back, and then start digging the canal.

Yang Ruoqing's family, it is Yang Huazhong who meets the standard of corvee service.

Yang Ruoqing privately called Yang Huazhong aside.

"Dad, digging canals is too tiring, so don't go. How about I spend some money to hire someone in the village to do it for us?"

She discussed it with Yang Huazhong.

She is not a saint, she also has her own selfish motives.

Even if she doesn't do corvee, it's the same as paying for it. Anyway, her family can afford it.

Unexpectedly, when Yang Huazhong heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

"It doesn't matter. Digging canals is something that will benefit future generations. Your father and I must participate and contribute!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing knew Yang Huazhong's character, so she just tried to persuade him.

I can’t persuade you, nor can I force you.

"Okay, dad, just go dig it."

…

After waiting for almost three days, all the people in the village have been summoned.

However, Mu Zichuan has not come back yet.

The villagers were all talking and wondering what was going on.

Yang Ruoqing comforted Yang Huazhong and Li Zheng: "Tang Yazi and I will go to the county seat to find Mu Zichuan to see what's going on."

county seat.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang spent a lot of effort and finally found Mu Zichuan.

When I found Mu Zichuan, he was sitting in a room in a certain inn.

Sitting on a stack of peanuts, with a pot of wine beside it, he poured himself a glass of wine, smiling bitterly and shaking his head.

Then he drank so much that he staggered around, lying on the table crying and laughing.

"This guest officer has been like this for the past two days..."

The shopkeeper led the two of them to the door of Mu Zichuan's house, opened the door, pointed inside and faced the two of them.

"We are his friends, so we can handle it. You, the shopkeeper, can go and do your work."

Luo Fengtang dismissed the shopkeeper there, while Yang Ruoqing went straight into the house.

She came to the table and took a look at the mess all over the table, the wine bottles lying on the table, and the strong smell of wine emanating from Mu Zichuan's body.

He frowned in disgust.

"Muzichuan, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

She slammed the table hard and scolded him loudly.

Mu Zichuan raised his head, his usually clear eyes now filled with scarlet red.

He shook his head and was surprised when he recognized that the person standing in front of him was Yang Ruoqing.

"Qinger?"

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice hoarse after a hangover.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was furious.

"Why am I here? You still have the nerve to ask?"

She put her hands on her hips and her eyes almost popped out.

"Are you here to control the flood? Are you asking for instructions from the imperial envoy like this?"

"Do you take water control seriously? Do you take the safety of the lives and property of the villagers seriously?"

"You asked us to prepare manpower before you leave. Now men from several villages have been mobilized to dig canals."
Chapter completed!