The second half of Yang Shuo's words left Wang Lanhua confused.
After Wang Lanhua came to her senses, she rushed towards Yang Shuo like crazy.
If it weren't for this despicable man who seduced her, she would have married Yun Yongcheng long ago.
She gave her innocent body to this despicable man and became pregnant with his child. However, this despicable man actually suspected that the child in her belly was a bastard.
"Yang Shuo, you bastard, did you plant the seed? Don't you have any idea in your heart? Not only are you hooking up with a vixen outside, you even suspect that the child in my belly is not of the Yang family's blood. Have you lost your conscience?"
During this period, Wang Lanhua was submissive in the Yang family, never retaliating when scolded or beaten.
Yang Shuo never expected that she would pounce on him like a mad dog.
Suddenly, Yang Shuo was hit on the face by Wang Lanhua's claw.
Wang Lanhua's nails were long, sharp, and she scratched Yang Shuo's face with one claw, leaving a bloody cut on half of his face.
Yang Shuo felt a burning pain on his face. He reached out and touched it, and his hand was covered in blood. He suddenly became anxious and his eyes turned red.
"Wang Lanhua, you bitch, how dare you hit me? I'll beat you to death today."
In a rage, Yang Shuo grabbed Wang Lanhua's hair and pushed her onto the bed and beat her.
Wang Lanhua was hit twice on the shoulder and screamed in pain.
Feeling that Yang Shuo was truly irritated by her, Wang Lanhua was terrified and hurriedly shouted heartbreakingly towards the living room: "Murder! Yang Shuo has killed someone."
Yang Zhihua and his wife were scolded by the police at the police station and fined 200 yuan. They were angry with Wang Lanhua. When they heard the couple arguing inside, they originally did not intend to intervene. It was not until they heard Wang Lanhua shouting "murder" like a pig being slaughtered that the couple broke into the house.
Seeing Yang Shuo pressing Wang Lanhua on the bed and punching her continuously, if Yang Shuo continued to beat her like this, someone would definitely be killed.
The couple's faces changed drastically, and they hurried forward, pulling Yang Shuo from the left and right.
Chen Huamin grabbed Yang Shuo's arm and shouted anxiously, "Shuo'er, calm down. This is a society ruled by law. You beat Wang Lanhua to death, so you will go to jail too."
"Chen Huamin, what's going on at home? The New Year is almost here, and you're not letting me prepare for the New Year peacefully."
As soon as Chen Huamin grabbed Yang Shuo, the neighbor next door came running and knocked on the door of Yang's house.
The son and daughter-in-law at home are fighting, and the neighbors outside are complaining in dissatisfaction. This is really internal and external troubles.
Yang Zhihua frowned and sighed heavily.
"What a misfortune for our family, what a misfortune for our family."
Until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve, the Yang family was filled with a smell of tension.
Yang Shuo went out early and came back late, smelling of alcohol and rouge every day.
Chen Huamin and his wife can't control it, nor do they want to control it.
Thinking that the baby in Wang Lanhua's belly was most likely not Yang Shuo's, Chen Huamin lost the mood to prepare New Year's goods. On the eve of New Year's Eve, the Yang family didn't even prepare the most basic New Year's food, bacon and tofu.
Wang Lanhua hid in her room all day, crying in front of the mirror.
Compared with the gloomy mood of the Yang family, the Yun family in Xiushui Village is full of joy and happiness, and is full of the festive atmosphere of the New Year.
On the morning of the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, after breakfast, Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju were busy grinding tofu.
The food processing factory, department store, supply and marketing cooperative, and Delicious House were all on holiday, and Yun Yongcheng and Lu Feng were also at home.
"Aunt Yun, let me and Brother Yongcheng do the hard work."
Mei Cuiping had just poured some soaked soybeans into the stone mill when Lu Feng and Yun Yongcheng walked up to her.
"It's not that Aunt Yun despises you, but grinding is a technical job, you can't do it."
Mei Cuiping looked at her son and Lu Feng with a smile.
"Even Yongcheng can't do it well."
Lu Feng rolled up his sleeves in disbelief.
"If a donkey can do it, I don't believe I can't do it."
"Mom, it's rare for Brother Lu Feng to be so proactive, just let him try."
After Yun Yongcheng finished speaking, Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju left the stone mill. Lu Feng stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the wooden handle of the stone mill, and began to perform the grinding under the gaze of several members of the old Yun family, Mrs. Chu's grandparents, and Chen Ju.
Yun Yongcheng took a wooden spoon and added soybeans to the stone mill for him.
Before he had ground a pound of beans, Lu Feng was already panting with exhaustion.
Seeing him panting, a mature young man's voice rang out: "If a donkey can do the work, I don't believe I can't do it."
Lu Feng immediately looked at Chu Yu in shame.
"Master San, could you please not rub salt into my wounds?"
Chu Yu: "Third Uncle will arrive in Xiushui County at 10:30, you should hurry up and pick him up. Grandma Yun and Aunt Ju can grind tofu. If I ask you to grind tofu, I'm afraid that by the evening, sister Mianmian won't be able to eat tofu pudding."
Lu Feng finally understood.
The third master teased him because he delayed the little girl Mianmian from eating tofu pudding.
"Okay, I'll go pick up the Third Master."
On the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, Chu Huaijing called Xiushui Village and said that he would go to Xiushui Village to celebrate the New Year with everyone this year.
Lu Feng went to the next door to find a windbreaker to put on, then drove out in the Volga car.
Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju ground the tofu and then started to cook lunch.
Uncle Chu San arrived in Xiushui County at 10:30 and was able to return to Xiushui Village by 12 o'clock, just in time for lunch.
Mei Cuiping poured the ground soy milk into the big iron pot and turned her head to glance at Old Madam Chu who was sitting by the brazier warming herself by the fire.
"Sister Rumeng, does the Third Master like sweet or salty tofu pudding?"
When Mei Cuiping asked this, Mrs. Chu realized that she had been in a coma for several years and had no idea about her youngest son's taste.
"Grandma Yun, my third uncle likes salty food."
Chu Yu hurried to help answer.
"Then I'll make more salty ones."
Mei Cuiping didn't notice that Mrs. Chu looked strange, and she happily started busying herself behind the earthen stove.
Suddenly, a little pink ball appeared beside Old Madam Chu and said in a baby voice, "Grandma Rumeng, I don't know what my father likes to eat, but I love him just as much as ever."
When Mei Cuiping heard the sound of baby's milk, her heart suddenly became clear.
She looked at Yunmian with a kind smile and reached out to touch Yunmian's braid which had grown a little longer.
This girl is really a sweet talker.
No wonder Yu'er likes this little girl more and more.
Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju cooked a sumptuous meal together. Seeing that Mr. Chu Sanye and Lu Feng had not returned yet, they kept the fried dishes warm in the pot.
Knowing that Madam Chu missed her son very much, after preparing lunch, Mei Cuiping and Chen Ju accompanied Madam Chu to wait under the big weeping willow tree at the entrance of the village.
Except for Yun Aiguo who stayed behind to look after the house, everyone else followed to the village entrance.
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