After getting the letter, Mrs. Sun sat here for a while and then got up and went home.

At the moment, Dajie and Huang Mao are both at home, as are Xiao Shunzi and Da Sun. She is busy and has no time to gnash her teeth.

"Mom, is the fourth aunt still living in the village?" Xiaohua asked suddenly while drinking tea.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Yes, I just came back from the Taoist temple today, and your fourth aunt came to chat with me. She left a while before you came back, saying that she was going to Ju'er's house to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow, and she would go there after the New Year's greetings.

Let’s stay at Ju’er’s house for a while. The stall in Shiwa City will be reopened on the first day of the first lunar month, so we have to make preparations.”

Xiaohua turned her eyes and asked a question that Yang Ruoqing also wanted to ask but didn't have time to ask: "Mom, so when the fourth aunt stayed in the fourth room these nights, which room did she sleep in?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaohua's slightly red ears and smiled in her heart. If she had asked this question in her own right, she would have gone straight to the point: Did the fourth aunt sleep with the fourth uncle?

Mrs. Sun understood what Xiaohua wanted to express, and also smiled and said: "To be honest with you, I also asked about it, your fourth aunt slept in the same room as the third girl, Kang Xiaozi and Tiedan lived in the same room, and He'er

You have a room of your own, and your fourth uncle also has a room of your own."

Xiaohua nodded, picked up the tea and continued drinking, without asking any other questions.

Yang Ruoqing then asked: "How are the fourth aunt and fourth uncle getting along this time? Do you have any intention of getting back together?"

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "I've also inquired about it. Both of them are tough talkers."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "They need a catalyst."

Just as Sun was about to ask what the catalyst was, the sound of wheels came from outside the courtyard.

There are only a handful of households in Changping Village that own carriages, and the Yang Huazhong family is one of them.

Mrs. Sun pricked up her ears: "Are you afraid your father is back?"

Yang Ruoqing happened to be standing on the ground. After hearing this, she turned around and walked towards the door.

At the entrance of the yard, the horse's head just turned around.

"It's my father and they are back. I'm going to open the courtyard gate."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and said to Sun and Xiaohua in the main room, then ran out. Sun and Xiaohua also quickly followed.

The courtyard door was completely opened, and Yang Yongjin drove the carriage into the courtyard.

The carriage stopped, and Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou got out of the carriage one after another. Yang Huazhong rubbed his hands and stamped his feet: "It's so cold, this windy road really froze us, especially Yongjin who is driving. Come on, Yongjin hurry up and go inside to drink."

Warm your body with hot tea."

In the main room, the three heating barrels were all given to the three elders to keep warm, and the oil lamps on the table were turned on brightly.

After making hot tea and brown sugar water, Yang Yongjin finally found some color in his cold and blue face after drinking the brown sugar water.

"This road is really cold. It's very likely that there will be snow in this new year," Yang Yongjin said.

Sun said: "Oh my god, it rains like that in the twelfth lunar month, and it rains more in the first lunar month? Doesn't this make people alive?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "No matter how unhappy we are with this matter, we can't help it. We can only inform the villagers in advance so that everyone can pay more attention to it. The house should be strengthened and strengthened, and they should be more alert when sleeping at night."

The movement in the main room alerted Daan and Xiaoan in the backyard. One was reading a book with his children, and the other was sleeping in the room. They both came over now.

"Dad, fifth uncle, second brother, what's going on with the eldest brother over there in Baie Town?" Da'an came over and asked straight to the point.

Yang Huazhong's hands and feet gradually recovered and he gained strength to speak.

"Our guess was correct. He really dug up the grave and took away his youngest son's bones."

Although Sun and the others had already guessed it, they were still shocked when they heard it with their own ears.

"What's the purpose?" Da'an asked again.

Yang Huazhong said: "It is said that we are moving the grave to find a place with good feng shui for the child to bury."

"Move the grave?" Da'an frowned, "Why are the graves moved only for Xiao Qian and not for Xiu'er? To be honest, Xiu'er was the one who died unexpectedly, and the grave needs to be moved even more."

Yang Huazhou took over the conversation and said: "We asked him the same way at the time. Either they move together, or they don't move at all. It doesn't make sense to move one and leave the other."

"But he was fine. He said he had been having the same dream for the past few days. He dreamed that the unborn child came to find him and followed him wherever he went. He was pestered so much that he had no choice but to ask someone knowledgeable.

It is said that the child is not at peace under the spring and needs to be buried somewhere else."

Yang Ruoqing asked again: "Fifth Uncle, can you see the new grave with your own eyes?"

Yang Huazhong said: "We forced him to take us to see it, and we did see a small new grave on the edge of the lake."

"Even if there is a grave, it doesn't necessarily prove that the child must be buried inside." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Yongjin said: "We all understand this truth, but we can't dig up the grave, pull it out and take a closer look. We can only forget it. The third uncle and the fifth uncle scolded the eldest brother for a few words, and we came back."

At this point, Yang Ruoqing stopped talking.

What can you say if you want to rest in peace again? It would be unethical to really dig it up by force.

Sun asked again: "Then have you seen the place where Yongxian lives? How does it look like? Does it look like a place where a businessman who made a box of pearls should live?"

Yang Yongjin said: "Five thatched houses were built side by side by the lake. He lives in one by himself, and the remaining ones are given to his servants."

"We walked around and asked people in nearby villages. Everyone gave similar answers. In their eyes, the eldest brother is a businessman who is serious about raising fish and shrimps. He is not the same as other leasing lakes in that area.

There is no difference between a merchant and a shipowner."

I don’t know if they talked about Yang Yongxian’s tomb relocation again in the evening, but that night Yang Ruoqing dreamed of Xiu’er again.

It's still the same river. On the other side of the river is a majestic city shrouded in night. On this side of the river, there are demonic flowers like fire everywhere.

The children from last night were still playing, and the happy atmosphere did not last for a moment before the strong wind started again.

The children fled in all directions, and she saw Xiu'er.

He seemed to be a little taller than when he died at the first birthday party. His face was pale, and he ran toward the ferry sloppily. He fell after a few steps, and stumbled into the ferry trying to get on the boat.

The old man who was punting the boat ignored Xiu'er at all.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to go over and help Xiu'er out of the siege, but a strong hand put on her shoulder, "Qing'er..."

She opened her eyes suddenly and found that she had fallen asleep leaning on the bedside reading a book without realizing it.

While she was reading, Luo Fengtang was taking a shower in the bathroom. When he came out after the shower, he saw her dozing off, so he put his hand on her shoulder and called her.

"Did I scare you?" he asked quickly, his face full of remorse and annoyance.
Chapter completed!