Chapter 4692: Broken
ome on, let’s go to the restaurant entrance and wait for your dad!”Yang Ruqing took Luoluo to the front of the wine shop.On Lao Yang's side, he found Yang Huaming, Yang Yongjin, and Yang Yongzhi to si...“So, I must go talk to her properly. Otherwise, if this happens once, it will happen again. Who knows when the next time could be harmful This is a bad sign. I must nip this in the bud!”
Seeing her angrily and calmly spit out so many words, Luofengtang fell silent.
Then, he fixed his heavy gaze on her: "Alright, I'll go with you!"
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Yang Ruqing was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
The two of them arrived at Old Yang's house quickly. In the large front courtyard and main hall, as well as in the rooms on either side of the hall, there wasn't a single soul to be seen.
Yang Ruqing looked all the way, her heart was filled with desolation and mockery.
Look at the old Yang family now, this front courtyard is dead, those who have run away have run away, and those who have scattered have scattered. Let alone it doesn't look like a proper family anymore, even the air feels lifeless.
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What caused such desolation now
The root cause lies in Lao Yangtou and Tan's favoritism, treating people unfairly!
As the head of the family, they have been engaging in internal wealth redistribution, always failing to uphold fairness and justice. They spout empty words of benevolence and morality, but their actions leave their descendants feeling heartbroken.
Over time, this has led to everything we see today. That's it!
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Having arrived at the backyard in a rush, Yang Ruqing went straight to the east wing. As she reached the door of the east wing, she heard low voices coming from inside—Old Man Yang and Madam Tan were talking.
Yang Ruqing was too lazy to knock on the door, so she kicked it open.
"Bang!"
With a deafening crash, the door was kicked in, slamming against the brick wall behind it and rebounding. A nail connecting the door to its frame popped loose, and the entire door sagged halfway.
Yang Ruqing kicked the bottom of the door again.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
The door swung open as expected, crashing to the ground with a deafening boom. Dust billowed up, and even the small eastern room shuddered from the impact.
"What's going on Huh Was there an earthquake"
Tan lay in bed. Hearing such a commotion, she jumped up in fright, clutching the sheets beneath her with both hands and asking in alarm.
Old Yang's trachea wasn't very good. When a cloud of dust suddenly hit him, he bent over and coughed violently.
When he lifted his head, he saw two people standing at the doorway.
Yang Ruqing, and Luofeng Tang standing behind Yang Ruqing.
Seeing Yang Ruqing enter the room with murderous intent, Lao Yang's heart skipped a beat, his chest heaving rapidly as if he had forgotten to cough.
"Which one Which one is coming"
The ground was no longer shaking, and there was no sound of the old man's cough or voice, but Tan heard footsteps again.
Footsteps approached the bed directly, someone was getting closer but didn't speak.
As the footsteps drew closer with each measured step, Tan's heart began to pound, a rapid drumbeat growing louder and louder.
"Which one Which damn one is it Come on, say something!"
Tan roared in anger, but his body retreated towards the bed.
"It's me, the chubby one you've cursed the most these past two days!"
Yang Ruqing coldly uttered a sentence, her person already standing before Tan Shi's bed. She twisted her neck and then rotated her wrists, the bones in her neck and wrist joints creaking ominously. The sound sent chills down Tan Shi's spine.
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"Fatso, what are you trying to do" Tan Shi swallowed nervously and asked.
Here, Old Yang finally came to his senses. He glared at Yang Ruqing with a livid face and snarled, "Ruqing, what on earth are you doing You kicked in our front door! Do you even care about us two old folks anymore Do you even care about your father"
“Shut up!” Yang Ruqing suddenly turned her head and glared viciously at Old Yang.
"Old man, shut your mouth! You don't deserve to mention my father, you don't even deserve to be his father!" she spat out each word.
Old Yang was so angry his beard trembled, and he roared, "Presumptuous!"
He immediately threw the tobacco pipe in his hand over to Yang Ruohua.
A cigarette holder is made of a long, thin bamboo tube at one end. The tube is hollow.
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The top part is where you put the tobacco, and the mouthpiece is covered with a layer of iron. Almost all the elderly men in Zhuang households smoked dry tobacco. If naughty children didn't listen, they would be hit on the head with a dry tobacco pipe, and two packages would be "knocked" out of them.
But Lao Yang's pipe, was a special one. It had been bought for him last year by Yang Huazhou on his birthday from Qing'an County. It was more refined in material and craftsmanship than the pipes of ordinary old men in the village.
This is Lao Yang's storefront. No matter where he goes, he likes to hold it in his hand and keep it in his waist pocket. When there are a lot of people, he takes it out and fiddles with it...
And now, Old Yang casually swung his prized dry tobacco pipe towards Yang Ruqing. If nothing went wrong, it would smack her on the head, leaving a goose egg-sized bump!
At the doorway, Luo Fengtang saw this and his eyes narrowed. His wrist turned, and a small stone appeared on his fingertip.
But before he could make a move, Yang Ruqing had already acted.
She reached out her hand and caught Lao Yangtou's dry tobacco pipe.
"After you beat my father, you're going to beat me too" she asked coldly.
Both hands moved in unison, the well-made pipe, like a pair of chopsticks, was suddenly snapped in two by her grip.
Yang Ruqing tossed the two halves of the tobacco pipe to the ground, not even batting an eyelid.
Lao Yang glanced at the broken tobacco pipe lying on the ground, then at Yang Ruohui's provocative face, his chest aching with anger.
"You, you..."
He pointed at Yang Ruohui and wanted to rush over and slap her twice.
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But, at the door, Luofengtang had already moved. His tall figure had entered the east room and stood between Lao Yangtou and Yang Ruqing, like a towering mountain blocking their way.
He didn't say a word, nor did he do anything. He just stared intently at Old Yang's head, and suddenly Old Yang felt an overwhelming sense of pressure, like Mount Tai was crushing down on him.
Seeing Old Yang's head stiff in place and no longer making a fuss, Yang Ruqing turned back again and stared straight at Tan Shi on the bed.
“Even a tiger wouldn't eat its own offspring. If you don't like my father, you shouldn't have given birth to him.” Yang Ruoqing frowned.
“You gave birth to him, yet you don’t love him. Old Yang's dirty and tiring work is all done by him, he carries all the burdens, but none of the good things ever come his way. Yet, he is the most filial and the most capable one.”
"Are you blind Is your heart blind too"
“You treat everyone like your punching bag, your trash can. When you're in a bad mood and get angry, you just yell and scream at people, throw things around, and don't care about the consequences, is that right”
“You’ve already killed two sons and two grandsons. Isn’t that enough Huh”
Yang Ruqing leaned down, came close to Tan's face, and asked in a low voice.
Although Ms. Tan couldn't see the scene inside the room, she had good hearing and could hear everything that was going on.
She knew Yang Ruqing had already broken Old Yang's tobacco pipe, and she also knew that Old Yang was intimidated.
At this moment, hearing Yang Ruqing's questions one after another, Tan's face twitched violently.
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