Mrs. Liu turned around and said angrily: "Aren't you talking nonsense? You are holding your breasts in and won't pull them out. What can I do? Could you go over and pull them out?"

What he said was so disgusting that both of them were so disgusted that they stopped talking for a short time.

After a moment of silence, Ms. Liu suddenly slapped her thigh and said, "Oh, I've come up with a good idea. I'm sure it will make your breasts come out!"

"What's a good idea?" Yang Yongqing asked.

Mrs. Liu smiled mysteriously, "You will know when the time comes. Go back and wait for the good news!"

It's the time of year for the fish ponds to have a good harvest. In the past few days, Blacksmith Luo has been busy making appointments with the helpers who help take care of the fish ponds, preparing to release the ponds and catch fish in a few days.

Before that, Blacksmith Luo had already fished out some fish and selected two of the largest catfish and sent them to Yang Huazhong's family to try them first.

Catfish stewed with tofu, before putting it in the pot, put a bowl without spicy food, this is for Luo Baobao and Da Zhi to eat.

Then add the spiciness to the adults' portion. Everyone in the family loves spicy food. The spicier the better.

No, as soon as I picked up my rice bowl and ate a few pieces of catfish, Old Yangtou came over in a hurry.

"Is Mrs. Qing'er here?"

As soon as Old Yangtou stepped into the door, his voice reached the dining table.

"Dad, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Sun hurriedly put down her chopsticks and stood up.

Old Yangtou came over and was startled when he saw the food on the table.

"Ah, are you eating?" He looked a little embarrassed, hesitant and hesitant in speaking.

"Dad, have you had lunch?" Yang Huazhong also stood up and asked.

Old Yang shook his head, "Not yet."

Yang Huazhong said: "Then let's eat here. The catfish sent by Brother Luo this morning is stewed with tofu in a pot. Qing'er, go and get bowls and chopsticks for your father."

"okay!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly put down her chopsticks and stood up. Just as she was about to get it, she was stopped by Old Yangtou.

"Girl Qing, there's no need to take it. I'm not in the mood to eat this food. I came here for something," the old man said.

Yang Ruoqing stopped and turned her questioning eyes to her father, Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong looked at Lao Yangtou and asked, "Dad, what's going on?"

Old Yangtou looked at the food on the table again and hesitated to speak.

Yang Huazhong was also a little anxious, "Dad, just tell me, there are no outsiders here!"

Lao Yangtou said: "You are eating right now, I'm afraid that if you say it, it might be... disturbing!"

"It's nothing to worry about. Just tell me quickly. This is really going to scare people to death!" Yang Huazhong said again.

Old Yang gritted his teeth and said: "What, Qing'er's breasts can't poop..."

"puff!"

Yang Ruoqing was taking a spoon to drink the fish soup when she suddenly heard this and couldn't hold it back. Fortunately, she grabbed the handkerchief and covered her mouth in time.

Here, Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at each other, both of them had black lines on their heads.

"Dad, it's not surprising that you can't poop. We also have this kind of situation sometimes..."

Before Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lao Yangtou.

"No!"

Old Yangtou said, he took two steps forward, stood by the table, and said anxiously: "It's been three days, almost four days, and my stomach is almost full of a ball. I squatted down but there was no movement at all. I'm so anxious."

Got it!"

"If you keep holding it in like this, your stomach won't explode? I heard that an old lady in a nearby village died like this a few years ago!"

"I'm suffocating myself to death!" Lao Yangtou said again with an emphasis on his tone.

"You haven't pooped for three or four days? Oh my god, something is really wrong!" Yang Huazhong said.

"What should we do? We have to ask Uncle Fu to come over and take a look!" the man continued.

Old Yangtou said: "Uncle Fu is a man. This kind of thing is not serious or trivial. I don't want to see a doctor unless I have to."

"Besides, Qing'er wants to save face, so it's better not to call the old village doctor first."

Having said this, Old Yang turned his attention to Mrs. Sun.

"Mother Qing'er, you are a woman, go over and take a look and see what's going on with Qing'er's breasts."

Mrs. Sun nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Old Yangtou warned Sun again: "Qing'er's milk has been unable to come out these days. She has been holding in her feces and anger."

"When you get there, be careful not to offend her."

Mrs. Sun nodded again, "Don't worry, Dad, my wife knows how to deal with it and won't offend my mother."

Yang Ruoqing originally had no intention of going, she was so disgusted.

But what Old Yangtou said just now made it impossible for her not to go.

Otherwise, my mother will become cannon fodder and be bullied by the Tan family. This is not okay!

"Mom, let me go with you to see what's going on." Yang Ruoqing said.

Naturally, Mrs. Sun didn't want Yang Ruoqing to go, for fear of disgusting her, but Old Yang nodded first.

"It would be great if Qing'er can go. Qing'er has many ideas. Please help me see what's going on." He said.

Sun wanted to persuade Yang Ruoqing again, but Yang Ruoqing had already made up her mind.

"Without further ado, come on, mother, let's go take a look together."

Old Yang's old house.

Yang Ruoqing originally thought that Tan was in the toilet in the backyard, but when she arrived, she discovered that she was in the east room.

If the room is 'big', then the smell in the room must be wonderful.

When we entered the east room, we were hit by the smell of urine.

Mrs. Tan sat on the wooden toilet between the bed and the wall, grabbing the wooden rails at the end of the bed in front of her with both hands, gritting her teeth, and the muscles on her face tensed up.

"Hmm~"

She gritted her teeth and poured all her strength into the anus.

Tan was in a state of high tension, and Zhao Liuer standing next to him was also in a state of high tension.

"Milk, how are you? Is there any movement?"

Zhao Liuer leaned down to ask questions from time to time. When Yang Ruoqing, who had just entered the door, saw this scene, a sentence suddenly flashed in her mind.

The emperor was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was in a hurry.

But the fact is that both the emperor and the eunuchs were anxious.

Tan ignored Zhao Liuer and continued to struggle with gritted teeth.

Zhao Liu'er became even more anxious and didn't know what to do to help Tan, so she was running in circles in a hurry.

When she turned around and saw Sun and Yang Ruoqing coming in, Zhao Liuer's eyes lit up, as if she had seen a savior.

"Third Aunt, Qing'er, you are finally here."

Zhao Liuer ran to Sun and Yang Ruoqing, and Sun went straight to Tan.

Yang Ruoqing did not go over, but asked Zhao Liuer about the situation.

"What's going on with the breasts?"

Yang Ruoqing asked, because the old couple had been eating and drinking with the eldest family for the past month, and Zhao Liuer was now taking care of the housework and meals for the eldest family.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Zhao Liu'er said: "I haven't had a bowel movement in three or four days. I used to breastfeed once a day."

"A day after that day, I asked Nainai if I wanted to get something hot to eat."

"The milk said yes, so I made stewed pear with rock sugar, but after eating it, there was still no movement."
Chapter completed!