"Mom, Granny Zheng, what are you doing?" Yang Ruoqing asked, a little surprised.

The baby has just been born, and he doesn’t put on small clothes quickly. What should he do if he freezes?

Grandma Zheng raised a trembling hand and pointed at the child on the bed, her teeth chattering and she was speechless.

Mrs. Sun's face was also full of fear, her lips were pursed, but she did not dare to speak.

Yang Ruoqing frowned and went directly to the bed to look at the little baby carefully.

At first glance, he is Yang Huaming's real seed. His facial features are almost exactly the same as his.

From head to toe, there is nothing strange about it.

"Qing'er, please turn the child over and look..."

Sun's trembling voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears.

Yang Ruoqing then changed the child's body...

"ah!"

Zhao Liuer, who had been following her, suddenly screamed, stepped back several steps, hit the foot of the stool with his heel, and fell to the ground.

Then, Granny Zheng beside the bed was awakened by the noise. She came to her senses and got up.

"Monster, monster!"

Grandma Zheng shouted incoherently, then ran out of the delivery room waving her hands as if running for her life.

Outside, Yang Huaming couldn't bear it anymore, pushed away Old Yang's hand and rushed into the house.

"Qing'er, what's going on?" Others asked loudly and urgently before they could stand still.

Yang Ruoqing held the child in her hands and turned around slowly, with a strange expression on her face.

"Fourth uncle, please be mentally prepared first. Your son has a little more than a normal child!" she said.

"Ah?" Yang Huaming was startled for a moment, then rushed over in three steps and took the child from Yang Ruoqing's hand to look at it.

"hiss……"

He took a breath of cold air, shook his hands, and loosened his fingers. The child almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Yang Ruoqing caught it quickly with quick eyesight and hands.

"Fourth uncle, calm down!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huaming's face was pale and his whole body was trembling.

"Calm down? How can I be calm? My son has a tail and is a monster. What is my destiny?"

"What kind of fate is this?"

"Why is my life so miserable?"

Yang Huaming was too lazy to pay attention to Xiaojuan who was asleep on the bed. He staggered out of the room with his hands hanging down and his head drooping.

…

The story of the child's tail growing from behind spread like a tornado throughout the village as quickly as possible.

There is no doubt that this enthusiastic communicator is Liu.

Since Xiaojuan gave birth to the child with the tail, Xiaojuan has been crying for the past three days, and Yang Huaming almost collapsed.

Old Yangtou and Mr. Tan also sighed. Everyone in the entire Old Yang family seemed to be emotionally affected and no longer dared to laugh loudly.

Only Mrs. Liu was the happiest. She jumped up and down and told everyone about this matter. Old Yangtou and Mrs. Tan wanted to plug Mrs. Liu's mouth with mud.

Even though it was the busy farming season, almost all the farmers working in the fields were discussing this matter.

Even people in the next village were informed.

"What is the fate of the fourth child of the old Yang family? He has three daughters and two sons, both of whom are monsters. Did he do something shameful?"

"Why should I ask? He must have done something immoral, so God must punish him,"

"Hey, tell me, what kind of evil deeds would lead to such retribution?"

"..."

For three days in a row, Yang Huaming went to Yang Huazhong's house to hide, locking himself in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house from day to night, as if he was autistic.

No matter what Yang Huazhong tried to persuade him, he just refused to step out of the yard.

"Your fourth uncle hasn't had anything to eat or drink for almost three days. He's preparing himself to death."

At night, when Yang Ruoqing brought her children over for dinner, Mrs. Sun sighed and said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes and said, "It has nothing to do with us. I didn't allow my father to bring Fourth Uncle to our house in the first place. What's the point of bringing him here? He's such a virtuous person!"

Sun said: "Isn't this... your father is soft-hearted and sympathizes with your fourth uncle's experience?"

"Looking at the old house where he lives, there are many people talking, and even if he wants to go to the toilet, he will be asked by the neighbors next door."

"Your fourth aunt is so talkative, and what she says makes your fourth uncle heartbroken. Your grandma is afraid that something big will happen to your fourth uncle, so she begs your father to let your fourth uncle talk to us first.

Let’s wait for a few days until he recovers.”

After hearing what Sun said, Yang Ruoqing shrugged.

It doesn't matter, there's no need to buy an extra pair of chopsticks anyway, it's just a matter of providing a bed, so you can hide if you want.

You can hide for a while but you can't hide for a lifetime.

"Hey!" A long sigh came into my ears.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and saw old Yang Tou and Yang Huazhong coming back from the backyard together.

"What? The fourth child still doesn't want to eat?"

Sun also turned around and asked.

Old Yang didn't say a word, and Yang Huazhong, who was following behind, handed the tray and half of the food on the tray to Sun: "If you don't want to eat, Dad and I tried to persuade you, but we didn't listen. In the past three days,

My whole body has lost a lot of weight..."

Old Yang took over the conversation and said: "Why have you lost a lot of weight? There are white hairs on your head. You don't lie down even if there is a bed, but you have to curl up in the corner like a mouse. It's really a headache.

!”

"ah?"

Mrs. Sun was shocked, then looked down at the tray in her hand and shook her head.

Old Yangtou sat down and smoked a dry cigarette in silence.

Yang Ruoqing continued to eat her supper, showing that she didn't care about the matter.

That's right. All of this is Yang Huaming's creation. What does it have to do with her?

If it were the former fourth uncle, she would definitely have gone to enlighten him now, but after experiencing what happened in Yuncheng, Yang Ruoqing became disgusted with him again.

He is so ambitious, opportunistic, and full of small calculations, and he is also a white-eyed wolf!

"Qing'er..." Old Yangtou suddenly called Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at Old Yang, "What's going on?"

Old Yangtou looked at her sincerely, "What do you think about your fourth uncle?"

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, and then she wanted to laugh.

"Sir, I didn't give my son to Guanyin, and I didn't give that child to my fourth uncle. What can I think about it?" she said.

Old Yangtou said: "I don't mean that. What I mean is that you have traveled all over the world and have seen a lot."

"Have you ever seen or heard of similar things elsewhere before?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to say that she had seen too many cases of such deformed children in her previous life.

Three-legged ones, no noses and eyes, big-headed monster babies, even two sets of genitals...

This kind of long tail has also been reported, and it is said to be an atavism.

However, the atavistic tail in the news cases is not very long. At most, there is a protrusion of no more than five centimeters at the tail vertebrae.
Chapter completed!