The key is how did their family get in!
Yang Dazhuang looked at the third brother, staring at him intently.
As if to keep him in sight.
He raised the child very well and he became plump and fair.
He is tall, at least 1.7 meters, and weighs at least 200 kilograms.
He always felt that this child was his lucky star.
The year he was born, he became the clan leader and began to manage the entire Houshan Village.
Later, later, those people came and they started to cooperate.
My life started to get better!
But now, he just wanted to stare at the child.
Under this sharp gaze, Yang Sanmai could only be defeated.
Slowly lowered his head.
He feels guilty.
Yang Dazhuang thought for a long time and finally said, "Did you tell her?"
The eldest and second sons were confused: "Dad, what did you say? Who did you say it to?"
"Why are you asking the third brother? What can he know? What else are you talking about?"
As a result, Yang Sanmai was seen closing his eyes and nodding desperately.
The shame, fear, regret and worry were clearly written on his face.
Yang Dazhuang's steps became heavy.
He used all his strength, took a step forward, and slapped his precious child on the face.
“Bang!”
A very loud sound.
Old Mrs. Yang rushed over with a cry of "Ah!"
I originally wanted to argue with my old man.
Seeing Yang Dazhuang's expression, he didn't dare to say anything. He turned around and wiped the blood from the corner of his son's mouth with the corner of his sleeve.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?
This is Sanmai, this is our son, don’t you love him the most?
How could you have the heart to do that? What happened that required you to use so much force?
"Three, it doesn't hurt. Mommy will touch your fur. It won't scare you. It won't scare you. Be good!"
As he spoke, he put his hand on his son's head, stroking from top to bottom.
Yang Dazhuang was so angry that his heart ached.
He grabbed Old Lady Yang's arm and pulled her over, then slapped her directly in the face.
"It's all because of you, useless bastard. You don't even know how to raise a son. Our Yang family is going to be ruined by you!"
Old Mrs. Yang was stunned!
I sat on the ground with my hands covering my face, not knowing what he was going to say next.
Ever since she gave birth to Sanmai, Yang Dazhuang has been much nicer to her!
Start with one liquid meal a day, and gradually work up to three dry meals a day.
From not being able to leave the village to taking her out once a year, even if it was just to stroll around the commune.
From punching and kicking at every turn to never hitting anyone again.
How many years has it been since she was beaten?
This, what's going on!
Old Mrs. Yang couldn't understand it and could only cry silently.
There was some sound at the beginning.
Later, he took a look at Yang Dazhuang's face.
I couldn't even make any sound, I could only cry silently.
Old Lady Yang's three sons seemed not to see their mother being beaten.
He only cares about his father's words, "Our Yang family is going to be ruined by you!"
Surrounding Yang Dazhuang, they asked, "Dad, what's wrong? What's going on?"
"Dad, tell me, what's going on?"
Only Yang Sanmai sat weakly on the ground.
He lowered his head and said weakly, "It's over, it's over, it's all over! It's the end of our Yang family!"
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