Petty Bourgeoisie in Portable Space

Chapter 338
"Hehe, yes, it's heavier."

Yang Yang has one hand on each side, but his uncle is a man, so he should be more serious.

After pressing for a long time, the two people stopped, and they seemed to be really tired: "Hurry up and eat, we both eat, we will stay for one night tonight, you also have a good rest."

Yang Yang's eyes were a little wet, would it be the same if his mother was around?

"Well, fine, you can stay for as long as you want, otherwise, you and your uncle will live here when Aunt Yang and we are here. Anyway, there are only two of you at home." Yang Yang thought for a while and said.

Instead, Aunt Yang and Uncle Yang looked at each other and smiled: "Success, it's rare that you come back to stay for a while."

For Yang Yang, Aunt Yang has always treated her as her own child. She was a bit poisonous to Yang's mother, but she got used to it.

The two grew up together since they were young, and it's normal to quarrel, and it's not a habit.

As for the two of them living here, one by one agrees very much. An old family is like a treasure. This is not a lie.

No matter it's big or small, the old man has more experience than himself, and his thinking is more comprehensive.

In small things, helping hands also makes myself a lot easier.

After dinner, the four of them took the three children for a walk in the yard. Aunt Yang was still recalling what this place was used for and what it was used for here.

Anyway, he is much more familiar with this yard than Yang Yang.

Listening to Aunt Yang's talk about Gu Yiyi and Yang Yang listened very seriously, especially when it came to the ancestral hall in the far east, Aunt Yang had tears in her eyes.

"If your grandfather hadn't demolished the ancestral hall at that time, I don't know if there are still people with the surname Yang."

Aunt Yang didn't know that she had a bad life since she was a child, and she didn't have enough food or clothing to keep warm. In comparison, the life of Yang in this village was the worst.

This yard was rebuilt by Grandpa Yang later, and there was only one cow pen here before.

Yang Yang doesn't know about these things, and he heard that experience is not equal, so he can't speak.

I can only be Aunt Yang's audience.

And one thing that Yiyi thought of was that the Yang family at that time was probably a landlord.

But it's the same, only more serious.

It was almost ten o'clock, and the three children fell asleep, and the little pig started to cry, because at home, the little pig couldn't make a sound, so he could only call his master in his mind.

"Master, come with me." The little pig called to each of them on the bed.

And Xiaohong has long been entangled in Yang Yang's hands.

Yang Yang also accepted Xiaohong, and now he is not afraid anymore, and he is gradually getting used to her contact.

"Let's go." The two took the things they needed and walked out softly, not daring to close the door.

As he walked, Yang Yang realized something was wrong: "Why are you here?" This is the place where grandparents lived, and there was nothing in it, just a big bed and a cabinet.

Because the little pig couldn't speak, Xiao Hong spoke, but she also used her spiritual sense to talk to Yang Yang: "Master, the intersection is here." Xiao Hong got off Yang Yang's hand.

directly under the bed.

It's just that what he went in was a small hole dug with the little pig, Yang Yang and Yiyi would definitely not be able to get in.

Yang Yang moved the bed away, "There must be an agency here, one by one you go to the side, I'll look for it." Yang Yang is very familiar with this place, he has lived for so long.

He still knows whether the things there can move or not.

(End of this chapter)