Changping Village.

When Yang Huazhong heard Yu Xingkui's words, his heart skipped a beat.

Mrs. Sun next to her had a bowl of tea in her hand and was about to serve Yu Xingkui a drink. When she heard this, her hand shook and most of the bowl of tea was served to her.

She exclaimed, quickly put down the tea bowl, picked up her wet clothes and shook the tea on them, and said to Yang Huazhong: "This is really what the old man said. It seems that the land deed of the old Yang family's old house has really been foreclosed.

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Yang Huazhong's face had already been scraped with two ounces of frost, which was frighteningly ugly.

"No wonder Yongxian left without saying goodbye. So that's what happened. I thought they really stopped in the past two days, and they were working together to deceive us again!"

Two simple sentences, but his teeth bit his tongue several times in a row. The muscles on his cheeks were twitching with anger, and he couldn't stand still.

Liao Meiying also looked like the sky was falling: "Oh my god, the old house has been demolished, can we people still live in it? Damn it, Yang Yongxian, why didn't he die outside!"

Liao Meiying covered her face and cried, feeling angry, annoyed, and even more ashamed.

Because the person who did weird things was none other than her man, her son's father.

Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi couldn't care less about appeasing Liao Meiying and sent Yu Xingkui away. Yang Huazhong hurriedly went to find Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi.

The uncle and nephew were preparing to go to the Taoist temple to work. As soon as they walked out of the gate of Lao Yang's house, they were stopped by Yang Huazhong.

"Don't go to work today, call Qingxiaozi, and let's go find dad together!" Yang Huazhong came up and said.

Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi looked at each other, both of them confused.

"Third brother, I had a good dream last night. I picked up gold in the dream. Don't drag me to see my father early in the morning. This will make me unhappy all day long!" Yang Huaming said.

Yang Yongzhi was not as talkative as Yang Huaming, but asked Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle, go to see me, but what's the matter?"

Yang Huazhong raised his head and glanced at the old Yang family's old house, and sighed: "Your father gave Yongxian the land deed of the old house and asked him to go to the town to pay eighty taels of silver for business capital."

"What?"

"What?"

Yang Huaming almost jumped up, and Yang Yongzhi's eyes almost fell to the ground.

"Third brother, are you not mistaken? Would our father do such stupid things?" Yang Huaming rushed to Yang Huazhong, grabbed Yang Huazhong's shoulders and shouted loudly.

Yang Huazhong looked at Yang Huaming sympathetically, "When I heard about this before, my reaction was even greater than yours."

Yang Huaming was dumbfounded again. He froze there and couldn't move his eyes.

Yang Yongzhi became impatient and asked Yang Huazhong anxiously: "Third uncle, how could my father do this? There are so many of us living in this house well, and we have a family and a family, how can he resist even if he says he will resist? We are not

Since the family is separated, he has no right to take back these supplies. Has he asked us?"

Yang Huazhong said: "The house is just a land deed. When the family was divided, no one thought that the land deed needed to be readjusted. Besides, the house is for people to live in, and it cannot be used for anything.

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"It's a bit troublesome to re-make the land deed. In addition, your father is supported by all of us, so we all think it is most appropriate to leave the land deed to him for safekeeping."

"Don't say it's you, even I feel dizzy right now, as if I'm dreaming. The thing your father values ​​most in his life is this old house. He built it with his own hands. How can he say it's worth it?"

Just equal it?"

At the end of the sentence, Yang Huazhong's voice was choked with sobs, and he grabbed his head and slowly squatted down.

He was overwhelmed by unprecedented sadness and powerlessness...

Yang Huaming finally recovered from the huge shock. Like a violent lion, he turned around and ran to the door of Yang Yongxian's house, banging the door.

"Yongxian, come out! Come out!"

There was no response from the room.

"Brother, come out, we have something to ask you!" Yang Yongzhi also came to the door of the house and helped take pictures together.

"You're not coming out, are you? Then don't blame me for being rude!" Yang Huaming took a few steps back, ran to the door and exerted all his strength.

He kicked the door down to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The uncle and nephew rushed into the house and found it empty.

"What's going on? Where are the people?"

The uncle and nephew looked around the house but couldn't find Yang Yongxian, and they were even more puzzled.

Yang Huazhong dragged his heavy steps to the door of the house, "Yongxian left without saying goodbye and said he would be back in three to five days at the earliest and ten days at the latest. Moreover, he must have taken away the eighty taels of silver notes.

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Yang Huaming corrected him: "Not only eighty taels, but also borrowed more than twenty taels from elsewhere. Yongxian now has hundreds of taels of silver!"

"What kind of earth-shattering thing is he going to do? Why did he hide it from us? He even sold the house, which makes me so angry!" Yang Yongzhi was so angry that he even kicked two or three stools in the room, but he couldn't get rid of it.

My heart is filled with anger.

The land deed has been mortgaged, which means that the house may be bought at any time.

At that time, those of them who live in the house with their children and daughters will be kicked out.

It's freezing cold here. Where can I stay?

This is not only the place where he grew up, but also the home of his children. It is a legitimate home. Now that this home has been mortgaged without a word, Yang Yongzhi feels blood clogged in his heart.

Yang Huaming said: "Yongzhi, let's go. Let's go to the entrance of the village to find your father. If you don't give me an explanation, I will throw him into the pond at the entrance of the village and feed him to the bastard!"

When Yang Huaming and his three men stormed into the small courtyard at the south end of the village, Lao Yangtou was entertaining guests in the main room.

There is an old man sitting on the ground next to the Eight Immortals table. The person sitting in the main seat is Old Yangtou. To the left of Old Yangtou is Little Old Yangtou, followed by Old Jiangtou and Old Chentou.

Old Yangtou was in an inexplicably good mood today, and several old brothers came to visit, so he took out tea leaves and dry tobacco to greet them.

"This dry tobacco was brought back to me by my eldest grandson Yongxian when he went to town some time ago. I heard it is good tobacco from Shu in the west."

"I smoked it twice, and it really tastes pure and refreshing. It's different from the ones we usually smoke."

"I can't bear to entertain others when they come. Let's get together with you guys today. Come on, don't hold yourself back. Take a few sips to try out the feeling."

Under the greeting of Old Yangtou, several other old men also pinched a little bit from the fist-sized ball of burnt tobacco on the table, stuffed it into the eyes of their own dry cigarettes, lit the fire and started smoking.

The room suddenly filled with smoke, accompanied by the repeated praises of the old men.

"It's a good smoke. It's really a good smoke. It just feels different. It's much better than the old tobacco leaves we usually smoke."

"The ones from Shu must be very expensive, right?"
Chapter completed!