When Yang Ruoqing got up in the morning, she found that Mrs. Sun was not busy in the kitchen for the first time.

"Xiao Hua, where is the third aunt?" She asked Xiao Hua, who was playing with Xiao An in the yard.

Xiaohua shook her head: "Half an hour ago, the aunt from the old house came over and dragged the third aunt away."

Why did you go to the old house so early in the morning?

What's going on?

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and came to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Xiaoduo was cooking porridge alone.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll cook breakfast, just help me stuff the firewood."

In the morning, it’s usually clear porridge with pickles.

Scrambled eggs with chopped green onion and wormwood cake leftover from last night.

Breakfast was ready, but Yang Huazhong and Sun didn't come back.

Yang Ruoqing greeted Xiao An and Xiao Hua and they went back to the dining hall, and the four of them had their breakfast first.

Then Yang Ruoqing was planning to go to the old house to find Mrs. Sun, but Mrs. Sun happened to come back.

Mrs. Sun was covered in sweat and her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead.

He looked a little tired.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came over and said, "Mom, what have you been doing? Why do you look like this?"

Mrs. Sun said: "At dawn, your fourth aunt had fetal contractions."

"Your mother sent your aunt over to me to help me."

"Ah? Is my fourth aunt giving birth?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

"Yes, I gave birth." Mrs. Sun said.

"Boy or girl?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Sun said: "Boy."

"Wow……"

"Then my uncle, ah, wouldn't my grandma and the others be very happy?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

The reason why Mrs. Liu was brought back after being expelled from Lao Yang's house was that Lao Yang still tolerated her in every possible way.

There is only one reason, and that is the baby in Mrs. Liu's belly.

Old Yangtou values ​​boys over girls, and even a dozen grandsons are not too many.

In addition, the fourth uncle is inhumane and has three daughters at his knees.

Mrs. Liu gave birth to a son this time, and the old Yang family had a son. The fourth uncle also had a son in his name.

However, when she heard Yang Ruoqing ask this question, Mrs. Sun looked troubled.

Yang Ruoqing saw a clue.

"Mom, why are you looking like this? Is there something else?"

Yang Ruoqing asked softly, stretched out her arm to hold Sun, and asked her to sit down in the dining hall.

Sun's face still looked bad.

Yang Ruoqing poured her a bowl of hot tea.

Mrs. Sun held the hot tea in her hand, but her hand was trembling slightly.

A look of panic.

Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.

"Mom, what's going on? Don't be like this, tell me!" she said.

Only then did Sun's eyes fall on Yang Ruoqing.

"Your fourth aunt gave birth to a freak..."

…

The backyard of Lao Yang's house.

Mrs. Liu was lying on the bed with a scarf wrapped around her head.

He also had disheveled hair and looked like he was crazy.

"Hold it away, hold it away, don't show me that monster, it's scary..."

Ms. Liu howled, shooed away with her hands, and hid in the bed.

The room was still filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yang Huaming stood in front of the bed holding a radish bag wrapped in floral cloth, with a solemn expression on his face.

Mrs. Tan stood in the middle of the room with a cane, cursing towards the bed.

"If you put all the dirty and smelly things into your own house and tell you to avoid eating, a monster will be born!"

"You god of plague, broom star, take the monster you gave birth to and get out of Old Yang's house!"

Tan cursed and touched Yang Huaming.

He grabbed the radish bun from Yang Huaming's hand and threw it on the bed.

Yang Huaming came back to his senses, and when he saw the radish buns being thrown out, his heart tightened.

He rushed over and caught the carrot bun.

The children inside may have been frightened.

"Wow……"

The cry was so loud that it made the roof tremble.

"Fourth brother, what are you doing? Such a monster is not your biological child. He can fall to death. Why are you protecting him?"

Tan brought the flames of war to Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming hugged the carrot bag and said in a deep voice: "Mom, it doesn't matter whether he is my biological child or not, this child... is a life after all..."

"I bother!"

"I told you to do such nonsense, you must be punished by God..."

Mrs. Tan seemed to have lost her mind and stood in the middle of the room, cursing.

"shut up!"

An angry shout came from the door of the house.

It was Lao Yangtou, and he came in with a face that was darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Don't let the scandal of your family go public. Keep your voice in check!"

Old Yang warned Mr. Tan in a gloomy voice.

Mrs. Tan was furious, but she didn't dare to open her mouth again.

Lao Yangtou took his eyes away from Mrs. Tan and turned to look at the door of the house behind him.

"Why are you lingering? You are a man, just come in!"

As Old Yang yelled angrily, Yang Huaan walked into the house with his head hanging down.

Old Yangtou walked to Yang Huaming and glanced at the child wrapped inside.

My white and fat eldest grandson!

She weighed almost eight pounds when she was born, and she was quite big.

The old man's eyes fell on the child's face...

A trace of fear flashed across the old man's eyes. He sighed, shook his head and stepped aside, as if he was mourning his heir.

"What to do?"

He asked everyone in the room in a deep voice.

On the bed, Mrs. Liu hugged the quilt and huddled up, her body shaking into a ball.

On the ground, Yang Huaming held his child and remained silent.

Yang Huaan stood in the corner and said nothing.

Mrs. Tan snorted: "What should we do? We must throw it away. Keeping such a monster at home will bring disaster to the whole family!"

Old Yang looked at Yang Huaan: "Boss, please say something."

"What should I do with this child? Should I throw it away or not?" the old man asked.
To be continued...