In the small firewood shed of the house at the entrance of the village, a man and a woman were hugging each other and rolling on the firewood field in the corner. Their clothes were missing on the floor.

The small woodshed was filled with an indescribable smell, mixed with the intermittent and inarticulate murmurs of women.

"Yongxian, it's better for you, you are young...strong, much more powerful than your father..."

"You promised me...but...you can't go back on your word...from now on...I...I will be your woman..."

Yang Yongxian didn't speak, his face flushed, he hugged the woman and immersed himself in doing what a man should do.

This scene is like a wild boar in the mountains that has been hungry all winter and rushes into the sweet potato field after coming down the mountain for a meal.

Yang Ruoqing just opened a half-person-wide gap in the woodshed so that Lao Yangtou at the door could see inside. After a moment, she gently closed the door again. With a wave of her hand, Lao Yangtou fainted again.

When the old man woke up again, he found that he was still sitting under the wall of the east room in the backyard of Lao Yang's house.

Yang Ruoqing was squatting next to her, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand and chewing them. When she saw him waking up, she looked sideways at him, half-smiling but not smiling.

The scenes he had seen earlier rushed into Old Yangtou's mind. The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, his body shaking like a sieve for rice, his hands tightly clasping the armrests of the wheelchair, making a harsh squeaking sound.

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Even his legs, which had been without feeling for many years, seemed to have regained some feeling under the wash of anger, and started to tremble with the shaking of his body.

"Master, you prepared a surprise for my father and the others, but you didn't expect that my elder brother also prepared a surprise for you, right? Ha, this is really a double happiness!"

Old Yangtou was so angry that he swayed all over, shook his head vigorously, and the loose skin on his cheeks swayed, and said incoherently: "No, no, that's not true. Yongxian is filial to me. Yunya kept saying that there is only one thing in his heart."

It's mine, it's all fake, fake..."

Yang Ruoqing stood up, raised her hand and touched the void on Old Yangtou's head, and said with a smile:

"It's too cold. Yun Yao is afraid that you will get cold, so I specially got a cuckold for you to wear."

"I have seen it with my own eyes and heard it with my own ears. I don't believe it. It seems that being a cuckold lowers your IQ! Hey!"

Old Yangtou was so angry that he opened Yang Ruoqing's hand, burned her with his fiery eyes, and asked through gritted teeth: "Tell me, is this a trap for you?"

Yang Ruoqing spread her hands and looked innocent.

"Even a swineherd can't force a breeding pig and a sow to get together, can it? The two beasts have to have the will to do it!"

"You heard what Yunya said to my elder brother, right? I have such great ability to let a woman who is loyal to you till death do that? Master, you really flatter me, and my granddaughter deserves it!"

Lao Yangtou's last bit of luck was shattered into pieces.

The whole person sat there stiffly, looking up at the sky, his eyes were dull and empty, and all the noise around him became distant and blurry.

The north wind blew over and ruffled the old man's gray hair.

To be precise, the old man's hair is almost completely white. At the age of seventy-five or six, there are really not a few black hairs on his head.

Such an old man looks really embarrassed, pitiful, depressed and helpless, as if his energy has been drained out of him in an instant, and he has become a waning old man who has been abandoned by others.

An uninformed person would sympathize with him at first sight, but those who knew the inside story, such as Yang Ruoqing, not only had no sympathy at all, but actually wanted to laugh.

This is called retribution, this is like lifting a brick to hit yourself in the foot. Does it hurt? You deserve it!

"I can't live this life. God is deliberately trying to make things difficult for me. It's nothing more. She's just a woman with a piece of rags."

The old man was indeed an old man. Yang Ruoqing saw him sitting there with his head hanging down and not saying a word for a long time. She thought that he was beaten to the point of collapse. Maybe he might have fallen in love at dusk and suffered from depression. As a result, when the West Wing began to cry for marriage,

, which means that the banquet has reached the middle and backcourt.

Old Yang suddenly raised his head and said these words to the wind.

Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised.

His precious eldest grandson and his beloved woman Yun Ya made such a big cuckold and covered him from head to toe, so let’s forget it?

"Qing'er, push me to the front yard. I have a few words to announce to everyone." Old Yangtou said again.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and looked at Old Yang's head.

"Master, what do you want to announce?"

This is not the first time that this old man has rebelled against the enemy, so he must ask clearly.

Old Yang patted the back of the wheelchair and said with a smile: "Since they two are in love, I don't want to fight for love, I will help them!"

"Sir, have you thought about it? Or... let's forget it. You're really humiliating yourself when you see Yunya in front of you every day." Yang Ruoqing pretended to persuade.

But Old Yangtou sneered, "I just want her to see clearly how stupid her own choices are. Yongxian, huh, is just playing with her on impulse. Only I am sincere, she is a stupid woman!"

"Ah, I have such a broad mind. I will end this matter with forgiveness and reconciliation without beating or scolding. Instead of dirtying my mouth and hands by beating and scolding, it is better to wait for a long time for her to repent, blame and punish herself. Master

It’s really clever, my granddaughter has learned a lesson!”

Old Yangtou was not in the mood to guess whether Yang Ruoqing's words were sincere or ridiculing. Anyway, he only knew that he was not that tall.

He only knew that Yongxian definitely didn't really like Yunya. If nothing else, Yunya was ten years older than Yongxian.

It's just an old woman. Yongxian has made so much money. If he wanted Yunya, he would have wanted it long ago. He wouldn't have waited until now. It was probably that dead woman who seduced him and he couldn't control it before they got together!

This is like being used to fine steamed buns and wanting to try a coarse bran steamed bun instead.

Once the experience is over, Yongxian will definitely not want her.

Hehe, you can't help but take one bite and leave. You have to take it if you don't want it, so Old Yangtou made up his mind to force Yunya to Yang Yongxian.

"Let's go to the front yard. I have to tell this matter before the guests leave, otherwise they will make irresponsible remarks and think it's me who wants to take a concubine!"

Old Yangtou urged Yang Ruoqing again, and Yang Ruoqing was of course willing to work for this.

So he pushed up Old Yang and flew back to the front hall.

In the hall in the front yard, the banquet had come to an end. The male guests were all drinking until their faces were red, and the female guests had almost finished eating. When Old Yangtou returned, they all took some time to relax.

Both eyes focused on Old Yangtou.
Chapter completed!