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Chapter 15 Who Can Control Whom?
Sanskrit didn't answer, just looked at him in surprise and bewilderment, his mouth widened in surprise, and there was no panic or timidity on his face.

At this time, no matter what she said was wrong, she was only a ten-year-old child, and she was ordered to keep a filial piety for the Liu family in the Buddhist hall, how could she understand the affairs of the adults in the family?

Do not understand!

The bewildered look in Sanskrit's eyes made the old man twitch the corners of his mouth, and the gaze he stared at her was a little scary.

After watching her for a while, the old man seemed very dissatisfied with the answer, and walked faster, making Sanskrit unable to catch up.

Yang Zhiyuan saw Sanskrit wiping the sweat from his brow and chasing and helping him, feeling very helpless, Yang Zhifei walked up to him and said, "This old guy has a bad temper, and has always looked down on our family."

"Anyway, he's still an uncle, and his seniority is there." Yang Zhiyuan didn't say much, and he seemed to have been tormented by the old man just now, Yang Zhifei sighed helplessly, "It's no wonder that he has a bad temper, his wife died, and his son also died. He died earlier than him, and now he is alone, and no one else is allowed to take care of him, and he is getting more and more withdrawn. I went to visit him a few times, and I was scolded, and my mind became more and more crooked."

"Brother is also working hard." Yang Zhiyuan echoed this sentence, which gave Yang Zhifei a chance, "Brother is also getting old, now it depends on whether your eldest nephew can help."

Yang Zhiyuan heard the voice of the words, and said with a smile: "With the elder brother taking him, there must be no mistake."

"Brother has no skills, just his son, if there is another one, he will definitely let him follow you into the county town!" Yang Zhifei chuckled. Although he has no son, he still has a daughter... It's a pity that he is only six years old now , is too young.

"It's not too late for a good meal, big brother will have the blessing of big brother!" Yang Zhiyuan's words made Yang Zhifei feel very comfortable, even his smile became a little brighter, and his diarrhea for several days in a row was cured by this sentence!

The son will occupy the position of Li Zheng in the future. If the daughter can marry again and become a young mistress of a rich family in the city, he will be the most comfortable rich man. Wouldn't it be a good life to drink some wine and go to the opera all day long? died……

Thinking as they walked, everyone quickly returned to the Yang family's compound.

Today is the last day of the Flowing Water Feast, because it is the day of worshiping the ancestors, so the meals are all vegetarian dishes, even so, everyone sat at more than a dozen tables in twos and threes.

The seat at the first table was naturally headed by the oldest old man, Yang Mulin, and the old lady led a group of female relatives to sit at the side table.

Although Fanyin is a junior, she is now the only descendant of Yang Zhiyuan, so she should be taken seriously and sit at the table with the old lady.

The people at the thirteen tables were seated according to their seniority and men and women. Yang Mulin couldn't get used to it, so he pointed to the old lady and said:

"Take that girl over here to sit. It's obviously a farmer who eats. Why pay attention to the rules of those big families in the city. There are not many people eating a table. It's a waste of food. Farmers do this evil, but they can still live. Come out son?"

The old lady Yang was choking so much that she wanted to vomit blood, but Yang Mulin squeezed her with such words, and she could only listen.

He took Sanskrit to sit at another table, and the people at other tables were also pointed at by Yang Mulin and squeezed together. The people at the thirteenth table were squeezed into seven tables...

"That's right, he looks like a villager." Yang Mulin smiled, raised his chopsticks, and knocked on the rice bowl.

If he didn't stretch out his chopsticks, others would not be able to move even if they were hungry, but this old man didn't know what evil he had committed, he just refused to take the first bite.

"How old am I?" Yang Mulin looked at Yang Zhifei first, and suddenly asked his own age, which made Yang Zhifei stunned, "Uncle, you are 83 years old this year!"

"At the age of [-], my great-uncle is still strong and strong, walking swiftly, even my grandchildren can hardly catch up. This is the capital you accumulated when you were young." Yang Zhiyuan flattered him with more literati Yang Mulin was still very comfortable listening to the words.

"I'm 83, so I'm qualified to ask you some things you don't like to mention, right?" Yang Mulin's eyes swept over everyone one by one, and finally fell on the old lady Yang who had been silent all along.

Mrs. Yang was bored for a long time, and was suddenly stared at by the old man Yang Mulin, so she had no choice but to agree: "You can ask whatever you want."

Yang Mulin snorted coldly, "I want to ask whether I like it or not, what's the matter with Zhiyuan's child shaving his hair and becoming an aunt? Although I am from the village and have never left Yangjia Village for more than 80 years, I I've also heard that the big families in the city don't have daughters to honor their mothers and want to shave their hair to be aunts, isn't it only the eldest son and grandson of the family who say this?"

When Sanskrit was mentioned suddenly, Yang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment. He looked at Sanskrit and signaled her not to panic.

Sanskrit remained silent, muttering in her heart that the old man still refused to let go of this matter. Is this good or bad for her?Now some can't tell.

The old lady Yang gritted her teeth, and Yang Zhifei didn't know how to answer, he hesitated to speak, but Yang Zhiqi spoke first, "It's not that the third brother has no son..."

"Shut up!" Yang Mulin pointed at the tip of his nose, "Is it your turn to answer my question? I am asking your mother and your brother!"

Mrs. Yang thumped her chest and said with a helpless look: "Uncle, if you want to be scolded, you can scold me. It was true that I neglected Zhiyuan's wife before. There are three daughters-in-law in the yard, how many?" Eyes, my body is not up to snuff, how can I get over it? It will be too late when I know that the third daughter-in-law won't make it through..."

Mrs. Yang burst into tears as she spoke.

A woman's most powerful weapon is tears...

When she cried, Yang Zhifei stiffened a bit, "Granduncle, it's not easy for my mother to be alone for so many years, just let this time go!"

"Granduncle..." Yang Zhiyuan felt a little sad when he was disturbed like this, especially when he mentioned Liu's death, his face became more sad, "The matter has come to an end, so let's not pursue it."

"He has no conscience!" Yang Mulin snorted coldly and turned his head away, and even more so, the table was pounded loudly.

Fanyin wondered aside, what exactly does this old man want to do?Is he really complaining about Liu Shi?
Before she could finish thinking, Yang Mulin said again, "What do you mean not to be held accountable? That's your daughter-in-law. She died. You can't blame your mother. If you become an official and leave Yangjiacun, Yang When something happens to the young and old in the family village, don’t you just watch it with your eyes open and don’t care about any of them?”

This is what the old man wants to say!

He was asking Yang Zhiyuan for a promise...

Fanyin looked at Yang Zhiyuan, and saw him stand up very seriously, and said to Yang Mulin and other people at the table: "I, Yang Zhiyuan, am from Yang Family Village, so I will never forget my roots. If I can help you in the future I should try my best and never shirk, but I have to declare a little bit first, if the necessary things make me stain that official hat, don't blame me for being unreasonable."

"Okay!" Yang Mulin slapped the table heavily again, "With your words, I, an old man, will believe you!"

Yang Zhiyuan raised the cup in his hand to respect the crowd, "Substitute water for wine, let this prove it!" After he finished speaking, he drank the water in the cup, and the crowd applauded repeatedly, and the applause was deafening.

Yang Mulin also showed a bit of joy on his face, and when he looked at Mrs. Yang again, he was not as tit-for-tat as before.

"It's not easy for you to bring up the children, and you are not young. It's time to let go. Why is the boss's wife idle? Don't let her come out to help you take care of the house. When you close your eyes, why don't you?" Aren't they all caught blind?" Even if Yang Mulin's good words sounded like a knife to the old lady's ears, it stabbed her heart fiercely.

"It's all in the palm of my hand and I can't let it go. The eldest daughter-in-law has already come out to help. If the third child didn't come back, I wouldn't bother to take care of family affairs."

"It turns out that you didn't care about it... No wonder your home is in such a mess. Even the absurd thing about Zhiyuan's daughter becoming a nun can happen. It means that the people in the village really don't expose your shortcoming. Wouldn't it be nice if you let outsiders see it?" A joke?" Yang Mulin slapped his thigh, "Don't be idle, little girl, she will take care of the family affairs as soon as she raises her body, after studying for a year or two, it's time to get married!"

"Yes, listen to my uncle!" This sentence was in line with Mrs. Yang's wishes. She didn't intend to let Sanskrit leave. The Yang family, she still holds it in her hands and dare not make trouble!

Fanyin quit after hearing this.

She has been serving the old man all the time in order to make him confront the old lady, but he let Yang Zhiyuan promise to help the people in Yangjiacun, so why is he still the Lord for her?
"I want to go to the city with my father to find my master. She is sick, and I am looking for a good doctor to see her. She will be a teacher for one day and will be a teacher for life. I have no one to take care of my teacher. I want to go..." Fanyin searched As an excuse, he even looked at Yang Zhiyuan.

Before Yang Zhiyuan could nod his head and speak, he saw Yang Mulin's face turned down, "The old nun is not surrounded by people who don't care, what are you going to do? What's the matter? Your father became an official, and you just want to eat and drink with him." Okay, have you recited so many sutras for nothing?"

"Huai Liu, stay with grandma. Your father will be busy after he enters the city. Who can take care of you?" Mrs. Yang was full of love and reluctance, as if she would not be able to live if Sanskrit shook her head. .

Fanyin was very angry and felt very aggrieved, "Father needs to be taken care of alone." Fanyin found an excuse again, "Grandma still has uncle and second uncle by her side, and master and father have no one by their side."

"You don't need to worry about the teacher's illness. It's not easy for your father to be taken care of. After everything is settled, marry a wife and give birth to a fat son, then you will be worthy of the ancestors of the Yang family!" Yang Mulin said to himself. Feeling good, smiling, "That's it!"

"I won't get married for now." Yang Zhiyuan said suddenly, "I want to guard the Liu family for a year."

"You're ridiculous!" Old man Yang glared angrily, but Yang Zhiyuan was extremely firm, "I've made up my mind and I won't change it!"

"I want to go too!" Fanyin stood behind Yang Zhiyuan, looked at them timidly, grabbed Yang Zhiyuan's skirt with his small hands, looked at Yang Mulin and the old lady as if they were evil men and beasts, "They are still afraid Once you become an official, you don’t care about Yang Family Village, you have already stated your opinion to everyone, and they still don’t believe you, it’s too much!”

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