"I'm so poor that I can't bear to use it." Liu directly defined Yang Huaming's behavior.

The third girl smiled and said, "I heard my father tell the third uncle that he sleeps in this west room and feels at ease. He sleeps until dawn. There is no place more at ease than this room."

Ms. Liu's eyes moved and she murmured at the corner of her mouth, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she just snorted, "He deserves it. He was born to suffer. Let's go and take my mother to sit in your room for a while."

The third girl nodded happily, "Okay, mother, come with me."

The third girl led Mrs. Liu into the house, closed the door and said some thoughtful words.

In the east room, Mr. Tan was lying there, holding half an orange in his hand, not eating, and also in a daze.

It's been a year, and it's been a year since I was furloughed. The days go by so fast.

From what I heard, it seems that the fourth daughter-in-law has not been in such a bad situation this year. She has enough food and clothing. She also came back to hang out and brought back oranges and red dates.

Mrs. Tan sighed. She originally thought that the fourth daughter-in-law came back to settle accounts with her, but she didn't expect that she would get over it with just a few words.

This is so uncharacteristic of the fourth daughter-in-law.

Mrs. Tan was in a complicated mood. As she ate the oranges sent by Mr. Liu, she felt more and more filled with emotion.

This feeling lasted until Yang Huaming returned from the Taoist temple in the evening.

"Mom, have you had dinner?" After Yang Huaming returned to the yard, he didn't even have time to change his shoes before he came to the east room to see Mr. Tan.

Mr. Tan was lying there lazily, and after hearing this he groaned, "I don't want to eat at night, and I have to poop after eating too much. It's always troublesome."

Yang Huaming grinned, "It's okay. If you're hungry, just eat. If you need to poop, just poop. I'll clean it up for you."

"Go away, it's inconvenient for the man's house, so let your sister-in-law and the third girl clean it up." Mrs. Tan said.

Yang Huaming laughed again, "I am a man, but I am also your son. Don't you always say that I am a piece of meat pulled out of your intestines? In that case, what's the inconvenience for me to help you clean it up?"

Tan's face turned red for the first time, "Go, go, go, I don't want to be poor like you."

Yang Huaming turned around and saw a small dustpan for sewing lying inside the bed. All other items in the small dustpan had been emptied out and were filled with plump and round golden oranges and bright red dates.

"Mom, who sent these oranges and red dates? They are quite big and good things." Yang Huaming asked.

Mrs. Tan casually fished a handful into the bed, then grabbed an orange and threw it in Yang Huaming's direction.

Yang Huaming continued steadily, then peeled it off, took out a piece of flesh, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it. "Well, it's delicious, sweet and juicy. This kind of orange is my favorite thing to eat every winter."

It's a pity that such big oranges cost five cents per catty in the town, and only three per catty. For someone like him, who is in his early forties, in his forties, he needs a house but no house, a carriage, horses, cattle and sheep, but no carriage, horses, cattle and sheep.

A middle-aged man who wants no land, but also has to prepare a dowry for his daughter and a bride price for his two sons, goes to town to buy such big oranges to eat. It is really too luxurious and he cannot afford it.

Unless sometimes you meet wealthy pilgrims who go to Taoist temples to offer incense and give some big oranges as offerings to the gods and Buddhas.

After waiting for three days, if the big oranges are not broken yet, Taoist priest Yuan will take them and give them to the handymen in the Taoist temple.

This winter, he had eaten oranges only once, and this was the second time.

"These oranges were given by your wife in front of you."

Yang Huaming was immersed in the joy of taste buds brought by oranges, when Tan suddenly came over with such a sentence, which shocked Yang Huaming and almost choked.

"Mom, who did you say sent it?" he asked quickly.

Mrs. Tan curled her lips, "You are deaf and still can't understand human speech. Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Liu, the biological mother of the three girls."

Yang Huaming was dumbfounded.

In fact, he heard exactly what Tan said the first time, but he just couldn't believe it.

Now that it came out of Tan's mouth again, Yang Huaming still couldn't believe it.

Mr. Liu is so nice that he even gives his mother food

In the past, when the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were under the same roof, didn't they quarrel to the death every day?

Moreover, given Ms. Liu’s stingy temper, eating her food wouldn’t mean stripping her flesh.

Although Tan couldn't see Yang Huaming's expression on the bed, she could still guess how Yang Huaming felt at this time from his reaction.

"Mr. Liu seems to be a little different from before. Her life is definitely no worse than when she was at Lao Yang's house. Her temperament seems to have changed a bit," Mrs. Tan said quietly as she lay on the bed.

"The fourth child"

No one agreed.

"Fourth"

Still no one agreed.

"Baby, are you still there? Just say something." Tan got mad and roared loudly.

Yang Huaming thought for a moment and finally came to his senses.

"Mom, I'm here, what are you shouting? Your eardrums are shattered." Yang Huaming yelled.

Mrs. Tan said, "You have lost your mind. I called you so many times but ignored you. Let me ask you, what is Mr. Liu doing now? Is he remarrying to a rich family?"

Yang Huaming shook his head, "What a fool to marry. She's already a wife, and she's not very pretty. Who wants her? I married her out of mercy back then."

Mrs. Tan's face darkened and she spat, "Come on, don't mention those days to me. I remember those days the most. I remember that I could jump up and down. As for the half-dead life I have now, please don't mention those days, or I'll slap you."

Yang Huaming suddenly didn't dare to mention how brave he was back then.

Mrs. Tan then said, "Ms. Liu, I think she has changed her temper and even bought something to see me."

"Fourth Brother, it's not an option for you to beat up an old bachelor like this. If it doesn't work, go ask again and see if Mr. Liu is willing to turn around."

"Are you talking nonsense, or is there something wrong with my ears?" This time, Yang Huaming was shocked.

"How is it possible for you to ask me to get Mr. Liu back? It's impossible," Yang Huaming said.

"Nothing is difficult in the world, I'm afraid if you have a good heart, you have given birth to several children, where is this affection?" Mrs. Tan said disapprovingly.

Yang Huaming looked at Mrs. Tan, and he didn't even bother to eat the oranges. He came closer to Mr. Tan and looked at them carefully.

"Mom, this is not right. Mr. Liu bought you with just a few oranges and a few red dates. Didn't you dislike her the most in the past? You were always jumping up and down to get her out. Now it's not easy to get her out. It's only been a year. You are old.

I just can’t wait for my son to go and get her back. Are you still my mother?”

Mrs. Tan raised her hand and slapped Yang Huaming on the shoulder, "Stop talking like me. I'm serious. It's not a problem for you to live alone. That Xiaojuan will probably never come back after running away. You

You have to plan for the future.”

"Mom is a useless person now. She may have kicked off her legs at some point. Your father is also a heartless person. He is still doing strange things at his age. Mom can't control him anymore. Now I only hope that you will be well. I hope you will be well."

With Yongxianxing awake, I don’t care about anything else.”

Yang Huaming smiled bitterly.

Divorce letters are easy to write, but marriage letters are difficult.
Chapter completed!