: Overwhelming the Stronghold

The sun was setting in the west, approaching the mountains to the west.

Yang Mu put his brother down and went into the kitchen to make dinner.

In fact, we were full in the afternoon, but we still had to eat some for dinner, after all, the two sisters were growing up.

She confidently used Lao Yang's kitchen and rice noodles.

Yang Shitou ran in, sweating profusely on his face.

Yang Mu saw him going out with a mushroom and asked in surprise: "Why are you going?"

Little Douding turned his head and whispered sheepishly: "The dog is hungry... feed the dog..."

Everything in the house is distributed by the Zhao family. Even the wild products picked from Yang Mu Mountain are all decided by the Zhao family. Even the big house can't have enough to eat, let alone a dog?

It's not like Xiao Douding has never done this before, but it's all done secretly.

Yang Mu looked at the big dog at the kitchen door.

This dog is less than one year old this year and has already grown to the size of a golden retriever. I don’t know how it grew so big because it doesn’t have enough to eat every day.

Black Dog looked at Yang Mu carefully.

Yang Mu took the mushroom from Xiaodou Ding and said, "This is not cooked yet. I don't know if the dog can eat it. The food will be ready later and I will give the dog a big bowl."

Yang Shitou stared at his sister with wide eyes, "What?"

Give the dog a big bowl?

He stood on tiptoes to see what his sister was cooking, but the stove fire was too high and he couldn't see it, but the smell was still very fragrant.

How could grandma give something so fragrant to a dog?

The dog at the door was stunned. It took two or three days for it to have a hard vegetable nest to eat. Can it make a bowl of rice today?

Yang Mu drove away the two little guys who were staring directly at the stove fire and continued cooking.

Tonight I made spring bamboo shoots, mushrooms and bacon dumplings.

She cut up the only piece of bacon in the house and was not going to give it to the old Yang family.

I guess Ms. Zhao will go crazy when she finds out.

Regarding the matter of covering his waistcoat, Yang Mu just lied down and did as he pleased.

Anyway, these days, capable Taoist priests who can exorcise ghosts are very expensive, and the Yang family cannot afford to hire them. The ones they hire must be incompetent.

If the old Yang family really invited a Taoist priest, she would join forces with the Taoist priest to defraud the old Yang family of all their money, and then escape with her younger brother and Mr. Yazhai.

Hey? What about household registration?

When the news of Yang Dong's death in the battle came back and that the Zhao family embezzled Dafang's money and drove them into a small shabby house, Wu Dawan came once and wanted to take them to live in the bandits' den in Jiguan Mountain.

But Cao Xiaoxue didn't dare to face the bandit woman because of her family's peasant household registration, so she didn't go.

It was impossible for the Zhao family to grant them household registration, because the household registration had to be changed by the clan leader and Li Zheng.

How to change it?

Farmers turned bandits?

There is no household registration for bandits. Bandits are disorderly people and must be exterminated by the court.

Yang Mu was making dumplings while thinking about his next plan.

We still need to separate the family, and the sooner the better.

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At the same time, in the upper room where Mrs. Zhao lived in the front yard, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law gathered together and muttered.

Zhao is small, Ding is tall, and Lai is fat. They look like "Three Monks Without Water".

Mrs. Ding frowned and whispered: "Mother-in-law, what's wrong with this money-losing guy? Why is he so powerful all of a sudden?"

Mrs. Zhao stared at her little walking stick with evil eyes, and said in a bad tone: "That rag! You eat my food, drink my food, and you dare to hit me!"

Mrs. Lai moved closer to Mrs. Zhao and said in a rough voice: "I see, that girl is probably crazy!" The small bench under her butt was bearing a weight that life should not bear, and she made an overwhelmed "squeak"

"Creak" sound.

Mrs. Zhao felt a little sorry for her bench, glanced at her third daughter-in-law, and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Ding's eyes flashed and she said: "That piece of shit said that Mrs. Cao is dead, so she can't bear it anymore. From now on, she will kill anyone who dares to bully Dafang!" Adding fuel to the fire, she is a professional.

Lai asked: "Then she is blaming her mother-in-law for dragging her mother to death?"

Mrs. Ding rolled her eyes at Mrs. Lai and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Mrs. Cao died of illness herself, not her mother-in-law!"

Mrs. Zhao also came back to her senses, glared at Mr. Lai and said, "Remember, don't go out and say something wrong!"

Lai's fat head nodded and said: "Yes, yes!"

Ding thought of something and said worriedly: "Could it be that the bandit den knows how we have treated Dafang over the years?"

Mrs. Lai's neck was so fat that she could hardly see it. She realized that the wild goods that Wu Dawan had sent had either entered Mrs. Zhao's upper chamber or entered her and her daughter Yang Xiaohua's stomachs. She felt guilty.

Ms. Zhao also felt a little guilty and said, "What are you afraid of? The third child will come back the day after tomorrow. Are you afraid of her, a dead girl?"

Usually, the men of the Yang family work outside. Yang Nan, the third youngest of the Yang family, is very strong and is also a good fighter.

Mrs. Ding secretly thought that when her daughter comes back tomorrow, she must warn her not to mess with that little loser suddenly.

The daughter of the second wife, Yang Caixia, went to deliver shoe mats to her grandmother's house in the next village today and will not be back tonight.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law discussed it for a long time, but could not come up with a solution. Yang Xiaohua lay on the bed, snoring loudly.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could only end this meaningless meeting and wait for dinner.

In Lao Yang's house, except for the main room, no one works. Just sit and wait for food. When meal time comes, Yang Mu will naturally bring all the food to the room.

While the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were waiting for Yang Mu to deliver food, Yang Mu and Yang Shitou were already full in the backyard.

The big black dog ate more than twenty dumplings and still looked at the empty bowl in Yang Mu's hand with unfulfilled interest.

This is the first time it has eaten meat since it was so big.

Yang Mu patted the big black dog on the head and said, "You can't eat anymore. You've been hungry for so long and if you eat too much all at once, you'll overstuff the dog to death!"

She stood up, no longer looking at the big black dog begging for mercy, and went to the kitchen to bring the last bowl of dumplings to Mu Dalang.

The light in the room was very dark, and the golden sunset shone in, turning it into an ambiguous orange color.

Mu Dalang leaned against the pillow, lying weakly, his thumb subconsciously rubbing the knuckle of his index finger. There used to be a thumb ring here, and it was still there when he fainted, but it is gone now.

Yang Mu walked in.

Mu Dalang seemed to be in a daze. When he saw Yang Mu, he was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses.

A bowl of dumplings was placed on the bedside, and the girl whispered: "Those stuffed with meat."

Mu Dalang picked up the bowl and ate the dumplings without saying a word.

Yang Mu continued his testing in the afternoon.

"Who are you?"

Mu Dalang swallowed the dumplings, they were delicious!

"Mu Dalang."

Yang Mu rolled his eyes inwardly, isn't this nonsense?

"I mean, your identity."

Mu Dalang's eyes shifted from the dumplings to the girl's face illuminated by the golden sun, and he said softly: "People from the capital came here to do business and fell ill and fainted on the way."

After a pause, he asked: "Did you save me?"

Yang Mu pondered for a moment, and then explained how Wu Dawan picked him up and how he was sent to him to be the Xianggong of the village.

Mu Dalang held half a bowl of dumplings, and his whole person was filled with the aura of "I refuse to accept this reality."

Yang Mu looked at his appearance and thought to himself, his identity is indeed extraordinary.

If she were an ordinary person, she would have jumped to her feet at this time and asked her why she got married when he was in a coma or married into a child.

But Mu Dalang didn't. He endured this emotion. After a long time, his eyes returned to the look of an ancient well and deep pool, and he continued to eat dumplings.

Yang Mu wanted to say, you can leave at any time.

However, looking at the other party's elegant eating look, I could bear to say this.

People who get married in the village usually have a wedding ceremony first, and then complete the family tree and household registration.

But on the second day after they got married, Cao Xiaoxue died. The family was busy with funeral arrangements, and Mu Dalang was in a coma again. He didn't even know his origins, so he never got out of the way.

Yang Mu looked at Mu Dalang's handsome face and knew in his heart that as long as he recovered from his illness, he would leave.

It doesn't matter if he leaves, she's not really married to him.

If Mu Dalang wants to stay, that's fine. At least he can keep his eyes open.
To be continued...