Changping Village.

At night, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming went to visit Lao Yangtou in the house at the entrance of the village.

Since the last time he ate a bad egg at Yang Huasheng's house and triggered dysentery, Old Yang was bedridden for several days in a row, and his diet was as light as possible.

Vegetable and tofu soup, sweet potato and millet porridge, red bean and multigrain porridge, and clear soup noodles were eaten over and over again.

As soon as I walked into the main room, I heard Old Yangtou scolding Yu Xingkui in the east room.

"Why are they noodles in clear soup again? I eat these things every day and I'm going to vomit. Can't you change the taste for me? I'd also like to beat two poached eggs? Otherwise, scrambled eggs can also be used as toppings, and there's no mention of shredded pork.

If you can’t eat it, why do you give me these things every day that these beasts won’t eat?”

Yu Xingkui explained patiently while urging him to eat: "Old Uncle Yang, the doctor specifically told you that your gastrointestinal tract has been damaged. The lighter you are during this period, the better. It would be good to eat some whole grains..."

"Stop fooling me with that trick. How many days have passed and I have long been able to eat and drink well. You, hurry up and get me some delicious food. I will give you three taels a month."

I’m not asking you to fix these frivolous things for me with the money’s monthly schedule..."

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming deliberately paused at the door of the house, just to listen for a few more words. At this moment, when they heard that Old Yang was not giving up, Yu Xingkui gradually couldn't resist, and the two brothers entered the house one after another.

"What do you want to eat and drink? Do you want wild boar meat stir-fried with spicy pepper and a pot of Shaodaozi wine?"

Yang Huaming asked loudly as the person came to the bed and pointed to the bucket on the ground beside the bed: "Don't you even look at this bucket and the stuff in the toilet behind the bed? It's already like this."

My heart is still thinking about eating this and drinking that. Others have healed their scars and forgotten the pain. Are you trying to die again before your scar heals?"

Yang Huaming's words were a bit harsh, and Old Yang's face looked very ugly.

But he knew that his fourth son was someone who didn't give face, and if he argued with him, he would be the one who would be unable to step down later.

Therefore, Old Yangtou automatically ignored Yang Huaming as a piece of shit and only focused on Yang Huazhong, who could communicate and reason.

"Third brother, you're the one to judge. I've been eating these soupy and watery things for how many days every day, and my mouth has almost turned into a bird's eye." Old Yang looked depressed and pinched his cheeks.

"Look, look carefully, I have lost all my flesh. I have no strength at all. I have to relieve myself many times in one night. This is all because I don't have any greasy smell in my stomach."

Yes!"

"The Fourth Brother is a bandit and cannot be reasonable. You are the upright one, so you have to be reasonable, right? At least give me, this old man, something hard to eat!"

Yang Huaming didn't even bother to pay attention to the first words of Old Yangtou, but he didn't like to hear the last words.

He stiffened his neck and stared, his voice became thicker, and he pointed at his nose and said loudly: "Bandit? If I were a bandit, I would have carried this bad old man like you to the mountains and thrown him over the cliff, and you would still have to lie here and tell me what to do.

?”

Old Yangtou also frowned and pointed at Yang Huaming, but he still said to Yang Huazhong: "Look, look at it, how are you different from a bandit if you are like this?"

Yang Huaming wanted to fight back again, but Yang Huazhong pulled him behind him: "Fourth brother, please stop saying a few words. Noisy people can't solve the problem."

Yang Huazhong came to the bedside and calmly said to Old Yang: "Dysentery is different from other diseases. It is a problem in the internal organs. It was because you didn't control your mouth before that you caused such a mess.

"

"The doctor's original words are that you shouldn't eat any fishy, ​​spicy, or greasy food for half a month. It was because you ate bad eggs that you were in trouble before, so you shouldn't touch the eggs."

"We have told you everything that needs to be said. Dad, you can make your own decision whether you are alive or dead. If you want to eat, you can eat it. But if you have vomiting, diarrhea, stomachache and shock like last time, we won't come over and just give him to you."

You ask the Taoist priests to prepare the funeral arrangements, and everyone will be liberated."

Yang Huazhong finished speaking calmly, glanced at the stunned Yu Xingkui next to him, and motioned for him to continue bringing the noodle bowl to Old Yang.

Old Yang stared straight at Yang Huazhong, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg in.

He thought Yang Huazhong could communicate and reason, but he didn't expect to say such harsh words when he came up!

Yu Xingkui brought the clear soup noodles to Old Yangtou again, "Old Uncle Yang, the noodles are still hot. Take a few bites..."

Old Yangtou suddenly burst out: "I, am I just like this? Will I only be able to eat these things that are not good for cats and dogs in this life?"

Yang Huaming also yelled: "What do cats and dogs not eat? This is noodles, clear soup noodles made from wheat flour. Do you know how many people out there are struggling to eat right now? The whole family is drinking wild vegetable porridge.

Eat spicy multigrain cakes and rice bran cakes.”

"Don't talk about rolling noodles and steaming steamed buns. If the family can have a meal of wild vegetable batter soup, it is delicious. If you are still picky and dislike millet porridge and noodles, then don't eat it and just drink the northwest wind.

, the northwest wind pipe is full!”

Old Yang was so angry that his fingers trembled and he pointed at Yang Huaming: "You, you, you... you are a traitor!"

"Rebellious son? If I could do it over again, I wouldn't care to be your son!"

"you……"

Old Yangtou was so angry that he couldn't speak. He lay there stroking his heart, which was about to hurt to death!

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming and used his eyes to stop him from continuing to argue.

He said to Old Yangtou in a serious tone: "Although Yongxian has made money, you are not short of food and drink, but you have dysentery, and you will have to suffer from it if you eat and drink. Then what will you do to see Yongxian?"

Immortals fly and Huang Teng reaches Guangzong and Yaozu?"

Old Yang stopped rubbing his heart with his hand, and his facial features, which were distorted with anger, seemed to be injected with a trace of reason.

Yang Huazhong knew that no matter what the situation, as long as Yang Yongxian was brought up to talk about the matter, it would definitely work.

Having achieved his goal, Yang Huazhong was not interested in staying in this room any longer. He said something to Yu Xingkuna and turned around to leave.

After leaving the yard, Yang Huaming took a deep breath of the fresh air in the yard, and sighed longly: "Now that we are out, the house just now was just a latrine, and it was simply not a place for humans. In other words, this Yu Xingkui

Why don't you clean it up?"

Yang Huazhong said: "Don't blame Yu Xingkui. He feeds, drinks, and defecates the old man by himself. He also has to wash and dry him. The house can be kept in such good condition."
Chapter completed!