Mrs. Sun was suddenly startled. She couldn't believe that Yang Huaming dared to threaten his daughter like this in front of her.

Even steamed buns sometimes feel cold and become hard.

"Fourth brother, what are you talking about? My Qing'er will call you fourth uncle anyway. You, an uncle, are threatening your niece like this. Do you still have me, the third sister-in-law, and your third brother who is paralyzed in bed?

"

"Ha" Yang Huaming's eyes widened and he picked his ears again. He couldn't believe that these words came from Sun's mouth.

Looking at Mrs. Sun again, she opened her arms and firmly protected Yang Ruoqing behind her, just like the old hen protecting her chicks.

Yang Huaming's arrogance immediately dropped.

At this moment, in the room behind Sun and Yang Ruoqing, the sound of fists hitting the wood of the bed suddenly came.

Yang Huazhong's angry roar came from the house, "Lao Si, you beast, get out of here. I can't kill you with one punch. I don't call you Yang Huazhong, you bastard."

Yang Huaming was so frightened that he took two steps back. The third brother was a simple and honest man, but the third brother, like the fifth brother, had a fiery temper.

If the third brother is really pushed into a panic, he might even crawl to the front yard to save the room where he lives in the fourth room.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound, as if Yang Huazhong fell from the bed.

Mrs. Sun exclaimed, and Yang Ruoqing, who was protected behind her, had already rushed into the house. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Huaming swallowed his saliva and ran back to the front yard with his feet greased.

In the room, Yang Ruoqing and Sun worked together to move Yang Huazhong back to the bed. Mother and daughter were panting from exhaustion, but Yang Huazhong was leaning there, shaking with anger.

"Fourth Brother, where are you going to find him?" Yang Huazhong's eyes turned red and he roared angrily.

"Third brother, forget it, forget it," Mrs. Sun repeatedly advised from the side.

Yang Huazhong then beat his unconscious legs desperately, "I'm useless, I'm really useless."

A man cannot even protect his wife and children. He lies in bed like a useless person all day long, watching his brother bully his wife and children without being able to throw a fist at him. This feeling is worse than death.

"A loser like me can't do anything. Living is just a drag on you. It's better to die."

After saying that, the man beat his legs harder and even wanted to tear off the plasters attached to the wounds.

"Lao San, don't do this. What will you do if you break it?"

When Mrs. Sun saw Yang Huazhong committing suicide, she panicked and cried, "Qing'er, come and help hold your father down."

Yang Ruoqing strode over, held down Yang Huazhong's hand, and said loudly, "Dad, don't be like this. If you are like this, you are using other people's mistakes to punish yourself and scare my mother and me."

Yang Huazhong's tearing movements paused slightly, and he stared at Yang Ruoqing with red eyes, his face full of guilt, and choked up, "Qing'er, dad is useless, I can't protect your dad, dad has no face to live."

When she heard Yang Huazhong say that he didn't want to live anymore, Mrs. Sun's face turned pale and she threw herself into Yang Huazhong's arms, sobbing, "Third brother, what you said is a knife to twist my heart."

Yang Ruoqing looked at her mother who was crying heartbrokenly, with black lines all over her head. Isn't her father still alive? He was just blinded by anger, so he said such a sentence. It's not really like that.

Yang Ruoqing did not bother to persuade Sun. Instead, she gently held Yang Huazhong's rough, calloused hand and consoled her in a clear voice, "Dad, I understand how you feel. But, dad, you have to understand that you are ours."

Home is the backbone of my mother and our three siblings. Even if you lie in bed and can't do anything, our hearts are at ease. This family is complete. My mother and I came from outside to collect work at night.

When I entered this dark little courtyard, I felt no fear at all.”

"If you are gone, dad, then our family will really be in ruins. I dare say that as long as you kick your legs in front, the three small shabby houses in the back may not allow us to live comfortably."

"So, Dad, no matter what, you must live patiently and take good care of yourself. As long as you live, there will be hope for everything. As long as you live, mother and I will have a backbone."

When Yang Ruoqing said these words, not only Yang Huazhong was stunned, but even Sun, who was lying helplessly and crying in Yang Huazhong's arms, stopped crying. The couple looked directly at Yang Ruoqing, and kept whispering about their daughter in their ears.

Those words just now.

A man doesn't shed tears easily because he hasn't reached the point of sadness

After a while, Yang Huazhong freed up his other hand and wiped away the tears that were pouring out of the corners of his eyes.

"Good girl, don't worry. From now on, dad will live well and stay with you. Even if these legs are useless, dad still has hands, and he can support you with his hands."

"Yes, I believe it"

Yang Huazhong turned to Mrs. Sun and said, "I have almost recovered from my injury. Mother Qing'er, do you still remember the flower basket I gave you the year we got engaged?"

When she mentioned what happened back then, a blush of girlish shyness appeared on Mrs. Sun's face.

"Why don't you remember? That flower basket was so beautiful. I kept it in the box like a treasure. Later, when I got married, my fourth child stole it."

"Hey, let me tell you, I lied at that time. I didn't buy the flower basket for five copper coins. I made it myself from thatch and vines in the back mountain. I was afraid that you would dislike it, so I just said I bought it."

"Ah, okay, you have been hiding this from me for thirteen years." Sun gave Yang Huazhong an angry look, and suddenly thought of something, "Third brother, you don't want it."

Yang Huazhong smiled mysteriously, nodded, and his eyes immediately fell on Yang Ruoqing, "My dear, I will harvest some thatch and wicker from the back mountain. Dad can weave baskets even sitting on the bed."

Yang Ruoqing was squinting her eyes, secretly observing the interaction between her father and mother's eyebrows, trying to get a glimpse of their young love feelings.

People are not romantic and spend their youth in vain. She has never been in love in her previous life, so naturally she has no experience in this aspect.

I'm just thinking about it right now, with my parents' temperaments like this, it would be interesting to see what the situation would be like when they discuss marriage.

Suddenly being called by Yang Huazhong, Yang Ruoqing quickly came to her senses, grinned a little sheepishly, and said, "Dad, what kind of stuff can you make up?"

Yang Huazhong thought about it seriously and said, "Baskets, flower baskets, sieves, and some other small supplies for storing things."

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and nodded secretly, "Dad, these things can be sold for money."
Chapter completed!