Cao Bajie shook her head: "I'm really not afraid of the heat, Yongjin, you don't need to say any more, just let Qing'er go back."

Seeing the two of them bicker, Yang Ruqing couldn't help but laugh.

This is just like a young couple.

She glanced in the direction of the village entrance and saw a familiar figure walking towards her.

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"My little cousin is here."

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Yang Ruqing said.

All three turned to look in that direction, and sure enough they saw Yang Yongqing running towards them with all his might.

"Fourth brother, you're here to harvest rapeseed?"

Yang Yongjin walked over two steps, very happily asking.

Yang Yongqing stood on the dike, his hands propping up his knees as he bent over, gasping for breath.

"Second brother, you should go home quickly. Mother fell into the well and got a bleeding gash on her head."

"What"

Yang Yongjin's brow tightened, he dropped the scythe in his hand and leaped onto the dike, sprinting towards the village entrance.

Yang Ruqing and Cao Baimei followed behind her. When they passed by her own farm, Yang Huazhong asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

"Grandma fell, I'm going to check on her."

Yang Ruqing took the time to say something to him.

Yang Huazhong also wanted to come, but Yang Ruoqing said: "Father, I'll go. You stay here to look after the farm."

Yang Huazhong said: "If anything happens later that you need me for, just tell me and I'll go right away."

"Um"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and ran after Yang Yongjin and the others.

An old house.

When Yang Ruqing arrived, Yang Huainan's door was open.

Yang Huainan was escorting Old Village Doctor Fu Bo out, listening to his instructions as they went.

Yang Ruqing immediately asked Fu Bo: "Fu Bo, what's the situation with my aunt?"

Fu Bo said, "I got a small bump on my head. The bleeding has stopped, and the inflammation is gone."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Let Li open the door and let Yang Hua'an send Uncle Fu out, she then went into the house.

The air in the room was thick with the smell of blood and medicine.

Jin lay propped up in bed, a white bandage circling her head.

Yang Yongjin stood beside the bed, bending down, his concerned gaze fixed on Jin's face.

Cao Baimei and Yang Yongqing stood on one side.

Besides, Old Yang also came over and sat on the stool by the table smoking.

The old man took a few puffs of his cigarette, then pulled the cigarette from his mouth and knocked it against the leg of the table beside him.

"How old are you, that you can't even walk properly on the road, and not even a child at home can fall from the courtyard.

Your words are full of blame."

Fortunately, Jin was deaf and couldn't hear Lao Yang's scolding.

But those who heard it all frowned secretly.

Yang Ruqing went straight to the bedside, "Auntie, how are you? Let me have a look."

She sat down beside the bed, leaning in slightly. She raised her hand and gently cupped Jin's face.

Jin's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was flushed. His left cheek looked swollen.

Yang Ruqing was surprised.

"Brother Two, why is my aunt's face so swollen?" she asked.

Because Jin had been bowing his head the whole time, Yang Yongjin only discovered it now thanks to Yang Ruoheng's reminder.

"Yes, my mother's face is..."

"Getting high"

A harsh voice suddenly cut in from behind.

After sending off Old Mr. Fu, Yang Hu an returned to the room.

Seeing that Yang Ruohua and several others were gathered around Jin Shi, Yang Huai'an's face darkened.

>“A grown person, who can't even walk the road properly, falls and gets bruises all over their face, it would be laughable if someone told that story.”

Yang Hua'an said.

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"There's nothing to see here, everyone scatter. Getting up to this sort of thing during busy farming season is really something."

Yang Hua'an said angrily, the meaning of expulsion was very obvious.

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Yang Yongjin stood up straight and said, "Father, Mother has never fallen into the courtyard even at night."

"What happened today? How come I fell into the ceiling? Who found me first?"

Yang Yongjin repeatedly asked.

After a year of honing his skills at the wine shop, the naivete and clumsiness of the country boy had faded away.

Now, he is much more thoughtful.

Upon hearing Yang Yongjin's words, Yang Huainan impatiently frowned.

“I just came back from the outhouse and was about to go out to cut the rape seed when I saw her lying in the courtyard like a turtle.” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

“Rolling her eyes, he wouldn’t even walk the path. Who knows how he fell?”

Yang Hua'an said.

Yang Yongjin's eyebrows furrowed.

He pointed at the swelling on Jin's face: "Even if you fell to the ground, your forehead would be split open, and your face should be bruised."

“But my mother's face is red. What’s going on?”

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He asked again.

A flicker of unease crossed Yang Hu'an's eyes.

He snorted and retorted, "You ask me, who am I going to ask? You'd better ask her yourself."

Yang Yongjin frowned, and indeed leaned down, his hands supporting Jin Shi's shoulders.

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"Mother, give me a hint, what's wrong with your face?"

He asked questions and made gestures.

Jin has understood.

The woman's lips moved in a whisper, her terrified gaze flitting to Yang Huainan over there.

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At Yang Hua'an's gloomy and warning eyes, the Jin family shivered.

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She shook her head, making muffled "ah-ah" sounds.

Yang Yongjin was unwilling to give up and asked again, but Jin's head shook even more violently, and she even pushed Yang Yongjin away.

Yang Yongjin stood by the bed with his hands hanging down, a little dejected.

Here, Old Yang saw all this. The old man put his pipe behind his waist and stood up.

"It's all good, just put on some medicine and it'll heal in a couple of days."

"Second son, don't waste any more time. Go to the field and harvest the rapeseed as soon as possible."

Old Yang urged.

Yang Yongjin stood by the bed without moving.

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Inside the house, Yang Huainan said to Yang Yongjin: "I'll go to the field first, you hurry over here, there are so many rapeseeds I can't finish them alone."

Yang Huai'an left, taking Yang Yongqing with him.

Before leaving, Yang Hua still couldn't help but glance at the bed.

Jin was so frightened that she shrank her neck and lowered her head, not daring to look at Yang Huai'an.

When Yang Huainan left, there were only Yang Yongjin, Yang Ruoqing, and Cao Bamei left in the room.

Yang Yongjin said in a deep voice, "I don't believe this is evil. My mother fell, it's not that simple."

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"Her face, as if it had been slapped," she said.

"What?"

Yang Yongjin's eyes widened suddenly.

Looking at Jin on the bed, then at Yang Ruqing, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Yang Ruqing also glanced at the trembling Jin family, then said to Yang Yongjin: "Second brother, come to the door of the room, I have something to tell you."

"Little Sister, you stay here and look after my aunt."

“Well, you two go on ahead. I'll take care of things here.”

Cao Baimei nodded and sat beside Jin on the bed.

The edge of the ceiling in the outer hall.

Yang Ruqing turned to Yang Yongjin and said, "Some matters are between elders, and we juniors shouldn't interfere."

“But seeing Auntie like this, I can’t just let it go. I still want to talk to you, Second Brother.” she said.

Yang Yongjin's face darkened a few points, and he said in a low voice, "Qinger, is what you want to say about my father and Aunt Four?"

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