Chapter 8 Can you write?

It was Aunt Wang's husband who threw things and lost his temper. People in the village called him Blind Zhou.

Aunt Wang coaxed her in a good voice: "Only Da Zhuang makes money in our family, so where can we sell meat? I'll go up to the mountain tomorrow and have a look. Maybe there are pheasants, hares and the like."

Blind Zhou lost his temper again, and Aunt Wang said in a low voice: "You old man, if you lose your temper again, I will show you some color tonight!"

Yang Mu in the courtyard: I should be outside the courtyard, not inside.

Blind Zhou in the room stopped fussing for a moment. Aunt Wang covered her mouth and smiled as she walked out the door. She saw Yang Mu standing in the yard holding a pheasant, looking embarrassed.

Aunt Wang hid a strand of hair behind her ears and walked over as if nothing happened, "Girl Mu, why are you here?"

Yang Mu hurriedly gave the pheasant to Aunt Wang, "Give it to Uncle Zhou."

His movements were natural and smooth, as if he had just come in and heard nothing.

Just the next second, he was running away without even touching the ground.

Aunt Wang didn't realize it until she finished plucking the chicken feathers. Mu Yatou gave her a pheasant?

This pheasant was not seized by Zhao?

Sister-in-law Zhu stayed at Yang's house, looking at Yang Shitou and talking to Yang Mu.

Sister-in-law Zhu didn't dare to go home until she calculated that her mother-in-law had stewed the chicken.

Sister-in-law Zhu excitedly told her mother-in-law what she saw and heard at Lao Yang's house today.

Aunt Wang stopped kneading the dough, with a look of disbelief on her face, "What? Mu Yatou ate the barbecue in the backyard by herself and didn't give it to Mrs. Zhao? Didn't Mrs. Zhao beat her?"

Sister-in-law Zhu's face turned red and she said excitedly: "No, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the old Yang family took turns peeking at the middle door, but they didn't dare to enter the backyard. I saw that after being exposed by sister Mu in the square, their family

It’s restrained.”

Aunt Wang slapped her thigh and said in relief: "Hey, aren't the people in the old Yang family cruel? Why don't they even dare to fart? Bah!"

Aunt Wang, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were chattering away, but in the backyard of Lao Yang's house, which was across a yard, there was a different scene.

Yang Mu set up a bonfire, with pheasants slowly roasting on it. There was also a casserole hanging next to it, with a thick soup of chicken gizzards and mushroom slices hanging in it.

The whole old Yang's house is filled with a strong aroma that makes people's mouth twitch.

Yang Shitou asked every half minute: "Sister, are you ready?"

The big black dog anxiously circled the campfire.

There are several heads on the middle door.

Lai's little eyes were fixed on the roasted chicken, and she couldn't hear anything except the sound of her own saliva slobbering.

Yang Xiaohua sat on the threshold of the middle door. After holding on for a long time, she couldn't help crying "Wow".

"Ah - I want to eat meat - ah -"

Ding said angrily: "Xiaohua, please stop crying. Look at your cruel sister. She is so stingy. How can she be willing to give you a piece of meat!"

Yang Xiaohua cried even harder.

Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth: "You lose money! You are unfilial!"

Mrs. Ding hurriedly responded loudly: "Forget it if you don't give it to me and her third aunt, you won't even give it to her grandmother. How unfilial!"

Yang Mu looked at the four women crowding the middle door like a fool. He took a chicken neck and threw it to the big black dog in a very high-key manner. He said loudly: "I just gave such a good thing to the dog.

Nor can I give it to those who bully my brother!"

She gave a chicken leg to her brother and asked, "Stone, is it delicious?"

Yang Shitou nodded hurriedly while chewing the chicken legs, "Good times (eat), good times (eat)!"

Yang Mu continued to speak loudly: "If it's delicious, eat more. Throw the rest and feed it to the dogs! When you eat meat, you don't share it with others. Do you expect others to share it with you when they eat meat? I'm afraid it's not a dream, right?

?”

The four people in the middle gate were so angry that they almost fainted.

Mrs. Ding glanced at Mrs. Zhao complainingly. This mother-in-law didn't share any meat with her eldest son on weekdays. Is she okay now?

You can see it, but you can’t eat it!

Mrs. Zhao couldn't bear it any longer, so she held up her walking stick and cursed to come over.

Yang Mu pulled out a piece of firewood, stood up and said, "Stone, my sister will teach you a song."

She played with the firewood in her hand, forming a fire ring with the burning end, and sang loudly, "When a friend comes, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with a shotgun~"

Mu Dalang, who was listening to the noise in the room, almost choked on his own saliva. Although he had never heard of this song and didn't know what the shotgun was, the singing was too harsh.

Zhao's little feet suddenly braked. Firstly, she was frightened by the firewood, and secondly, she was frightened away by the singing.

It’s so ugly!

Even Yang Xiaohua, who was sitting on the doorstep, stopped crying.

Mrs. Ding covered her ears and bared her teeth. What kind of bad singing was this? Her daughter Caixia was snoring better than this in her sleep.

Yang Shitou relied on his strong willpower to not throw away the chicken legs, and looked at his sister in surprise. When his sister put him to sleep, didn't she sing very well? Could it be that her sister wanted to defeat her grandmother with her singing?

The big black dog was so excited by the singing that he ran to the panda who was also frightened and dropped his bamboo to seek shelter.

Mr. Lai didn't care about this. Seeing the sudden calmness in the air, he took advantage of others' unpreparedness and rushed over to grab the meat.

Yang Mu knew that his singing was tone deaf, but he didn't know that it was so lethal. Seeing Lai running over, he threw a piece of firewood directly at Lai's body, and his clothes were instantly ignited.

Lai yelled, rolled on the ground in a symbolic circle to extinguish the fire, and then continued to stretch his hand towards the muscles on the campfire shelf.

Yang Mu is obsessed with it. Is it just for the sake of meat?

She had quick eyesight and quick hands, and before Lai could catch the meat, she directly took the wooden frame with the meat on it off the fire.

Lai missed it, slapped it on the bonfire, screamed, and rolled away.

Ding hurriedly exclaimed and ran over to check on Lai's injury.

Zhao's eyes turned red, and she hit Yang Shitou, who was closer to her, with her crutch.

Yang Mu was speechless. Is this Zhao mad?

After so many times, she still dared to hit her brother?

She held the meat in one hand and swung the crutch with the other.

"Let's go!"

Mrs. Zhao was thrown into the vegetable garden again.

For a moment, there were repeated screams of pain in the back yard.

Ding looked at Lai's palm for a while, and Zhao's waist for a while.

Yang Xiaohua came over sobbing, not caring that her mother was still screaming. She stood by the bonfire, looking at the chicken in Yang Mu's hand, full of longing.

Naturally, Yang Mu would not forget the way this child bullied Yang Shitou. Wanting to eat meat? He would have to exchange it with something.

"Xiaohua, do you want to eat chicken wings?" Yang Mu was tempting.

Yang Xiaohua’s fat head nodded.

Yang Mu pointed at Yang Xiaohua's clothes and said, "Take your thick cotton-padded jacket in exchange for it."

Yang Xiaohua didn't even think twice, so she just took off her cotton-padded jacket.

Yang Mu gave Yang Xiaohua a chicken wing and put Yang Xiaohua's cotton-padded jacket on Yang Shitou.

The cotton-padded jacket was too big, but luckily I tied it tightly with a belt and it kept me warm.

Yang Shitou wore Yang Xiaohua's red floral cotton-padded jacket and instantly became a ladies' man.

Yang Shitou raised his head and asked his sister, "Does it look good?"

Yang Mu flashed his guilty eyes and said, "It looks good."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who were crying and howling in the yard finally calmed down when Yang Xiaohua devoured the chicken wings.

Yang Xiaohua gnawed the bone hard and broke a tooth. She blinked and started crying again.

Lai's eyes were filled with tears and she was shaking in pain. She couldn't care less about the crybaby daughter she gave birth to.

Zhao held her waist and took a long time to regain her composure. She stared at Yang Mu with vicious eyes filled with fear.

Yang Mu slowly shared the roasted chicken. The pheasant was very big, and Yang Shitou could be full with just one chicken drumstick. In addition to the drumstick, she also had to drink a bowl of soup. The rest should be given to Mu Dalang.

That guy didn't even hand over any household expenses, so it would be nice if he had food to eat. Besides, she also gave him sweet water to drink every day!

After Lao Yang's family left in despair, Yang Mu looked at Yang Xiaohua who was left behind and asked, "Aren't you leaving?" She raised her fist.

Yang Xiaohua, who had just stopped crying, started crying again in a second.

Mrs. Ding in the front yard, after settling her mother-in-law and Mr. Lai, suddenly remembered that there was a fat guy like Yang Xiaohua, so she hurriedly ran to the middle door and called Yang Xiaohua back.

Yang Mu brought the chicken and mushroom gizzard soup to Mu Dalang.

Mu Dalang looked at the chicken rack with only one chicken wing left, and he already knew his family status in his heart.
To be continued...