This time, Yang Huazhong did not deliberately vent his anger on Lao Yangtou.

He didn't bother to do that anymore and didn't go to the old house because there was nothing much going on there and Yang Huaming and the others were taking care of him.

He also inquired with Yang Huaming privately, and said that the old couple could eat and sleep, especially the old lady, who had been in a state of illness and did not recognize anyone but only food.

In this case, he doesn't have to go there.

Unexpectedly, the old man came here in person at this moment, and Yang Huazhong had to put down his chopsticks and stand up.

"Why is Dad here? Is it edible?" he asked.

When I asked, I felt that I hadn't eaten yet, as my breakfast was already considered early in the village.

No matter how early the fourth child and the others have breakfast, they still have to wait until the third girl has finished washing their clothes before they can go back and cook them.

Sure enough, Lao Yang shook his head and said, "I didn't eat, so I came here right after I got up."

The old man's face was a little pale, and around his cloudy eyes, in addition to the unwashed eyelids, there was a circle of red.

Have you cried?

Yang Huazhong trembled in his heart, and then said: "Since you haven't eaten, let's sit down and eat together."

He glanced at Mrs. Sun, who immediately extended an invitation.

Xiao Hua said: "I will go to the kitchen to get the dishes and chopsticks for you."

"No need to take it, I'm not hungry." Old Yangtou called to Xiaohua.

Xiaohua stopped where she was, looking for help at Yang Huazhong and Sun.

Mrs. Sun then advised: "Dad, if you haven't eaten all night, why aren't you hungry? Eat as much as you like?"

Old Yang waved his hand, "I appreciate the kindness, but I really have no appetite. You don't have to work for me anymore. I'll talk to the third child and leave."

In this case, Yang Huazhong said to Sun and Xiaohua: "You two take the children and continue eating. I will go to the next room to talk to dad."

Yang Huazhong pushed Old Yang to an empty room next door and said, "Dad, there is no one else here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Lao Yangtou: "Yongxian"

Yang Huazhong suddenly raised his hand: "If it's about Yongxian, stop talking. I don't want to hear it."

Old Yang was startled for a moment, then sighed, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that someone was beaten. He was covered in blood and almost died."

The corners of Yang Huazhong's mouth twitched violently.

Isn’t this ‘someone’ still an immortal?

"I haven't had that kind of dream for many years. That dream was so real, just like the real thing. I woke up in a cold sweat." Old Yangtou continued.

Yang Huazhong smiled bitterly: "Did you drink too much tea at night and hold it back?"

Old Yang shook his head and insisted on his own thoughts: "It has nothing to do with that. I was the nightmare I had this morning."

"Lao San, my heart is beating uncomfortably. I always feel like something is about to happen. I'm so panicked!"

"There is still no news from Yongchang Huaizhou. Your father and I are really going crazy waiting. Please have mercy on your father. I am getting old.

My legs are broken and I can’t run. Can you help me find out why he never comes back? Ah?”

Yang Huazhong looked at the pleading look of his old father in front of him. During this period of time, the originally gray hair on the temples had become reduced to a few black strands.

Even the eyebrows and beard are all white. I used to have a Chinese character face, but now the flesh on my face seems to be gone, and the whole face seems to have been shaved off with a knife.

His eye sockets are sunken, his face is as yellow as old tree bark, and his face is covered with large and small age spots. His beard has not been groomed for a long time, covering half of his face. He is sitting in a wheelchair with his back hunched, and his whole body is shrunk.

A ball.

Where is the tall dad with the hearty laugh and piercing eyes deep in my memory?

Yang Huazhong's heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and he felt sad for a while.

"Dad, you have thoughts every day and dreams every night. Relax, Yongxian is such an adult, nothing will happen to you."

Yang Huazhong knelt down in front of the wheelchair and said patiently.

"As for the news about him, don't worry. Fifth brother asked someone to inquire in Changhuaizhou. Furthermore, didn't you also ask the Liao family's father and brother to go to Changhuaizhou to help find it? I believe there will be news soon.

"

Hearing Yang Huazhong mention the Liao family's father and brother, Old Yang felt guilty for a while.

"Well, I'm sorry to keep wasting your time. I thought that the Liao family was targeting their daughter and they must also want to find Yongxian, so I let them go find her."

"Um."

"Third brother, don't think too much. Your father and I have no other intention of asking them for help."

"Dad, I didn't think so much, you don't need to explain." Yang Huazhong stood up immediately.

"Just wait patiently for the news at home and take care of yourself. I will take you back."

He sent Lao Yangtou back to his old house and picked up some sweet corn rolls for Mr. Tan to take with him.

When he got home, Yang Huazhong discussed with Sun: "Help me pack my things. I plan to go to Changhuaizhou tomorrow."

Mrs. Sun was clearing away the dishes and chopsticks. When she heard this, she paused in her movements.

The woman raised her head, glanced at Yang Huazhong's expression, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go and clean up right now."

Mrs. Sun was helping Yang Huazhong pack his clothes and shoes in the backyard, while Xiaohua was holding the Fuwa beside her.

This trip to Changhuaizhou is a long way, and we are looking for someone. It takes months to go back and forth, so we have to prepare two sets of clothes.

When a carriage coming from the county seat drove directly into the yard of Yang Huazhong's house, Yang Huazhong was sitting in a corner of the yard weaving a reed mat in his hands.

In early winter, the water level drops and the reeds mature.

Every household likes to cut reed poles, clean them and cut them into strips of the same size, which are excellent for making mats, baskets, and chicken coops.

The farm work in the fields has gradually become quieter. I pick these up and sell them at the tile market when I go to the market. I can earn a little money to buy some things for the family and improve the lives of the children.

Although the Yang Huazhong family no longer cares about the three melons and two dates, Yang Huazhong is a restless person and will not spend money to buy things that he can get with a little effort.

The carriage came in such a hurry that it almost ran over the mat at his feet. Yang Huazhong stared anxiously and shouted at the driver: "Why are you driving the carriage, kid? Watch out for my mat!"

The carriage stopped, Yang Yongjin jumped out of the car, and rushed to Yang Huazhong: "My third uncle is not good, my eldest brother, my eldest brother was beaten and sent to the hospital. His life or death is uncertain!"

"What?"

The blood on Yang Huazhong's face faded completely.

No matter how bad it is, he is still his nephew, his eldest brother’s son, a brat that he has watched grow up since he was a child!

"What's going on? Who did the fight? Where is he at the hospital now?"

He stepped forward and grabbed Yang Yongjin's shoulders, shouting questions.

Yang Yongjin was yelled to the point where his eardrums hurt.

The curtain of the carriage behind him opened, and Father Liao jumped out of the carriage in a state of embarrassment. It looked like he had not bathed, changed clothes, or combed his hair or washed his face for many days. He looked as haggard and embarrassed as an old beggar.

His eyes were blood red, and there were bubbles around his mouth.
Chapter completed!