Siheyuan: When I became the control group of Qin Huairu

Listening to this familiar and long-lost voice, Yang Hehua had a sense of familiarity as if she had finally met an excellent relative!

That's right!

The woman who just said those words was Yang Hehua's grandmother.

And it’s the kind of kiss!

However, since Yang Hehua's father was the second child and was the one who caused her grandmother to suffer a long period of difficult labor and almost die, her grandmother had never been very kind to their family.

Hearing these words that made her blood boil, Yang Hehua kicked open the gate.

Everyone in the yard and the mourning hall was attracted by the sudden sound!

Looking at the three figures of different heights kneeling in the mourning hall, Yang Hehua felt a sense of familiarity returning.

"You...who are you!?"

As Yang Hehua had a scarf on her head, only her eyes were exposed, the old lady who had just been scolding couldn't help but ask.

"It's me... Yang Hehua..." Yang Hehua smiled, then took off the scarf on her head, revealing her face.

When her face was revealed, Yang Hehua's grandmother rushed over and cursed her: "You little bitch! It turned out to be you!"

"Didn't you have a falling out with us a few years ago?"

"Why do you dare to come back today?"

"I asked you to give the job to your eldest cousin before, but you refused and even cut ties with us!"

"What are you doing back today!?"

"You little bitch without a mother!!"

"It's all because of you and your daughter!"

"It's all because of you two unlucky people that my poor son died!!!"

"Give me back my son's life!"

The old woman cursed while extending her Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Yang Hehua dodged it easily, and then she saw the middle-aged woman who was originally kneeling in the mourning hall rush up and hugged the old woman tightly.

The other two kneeling siblings ran up to her and said, "Sister! What are you doing back here?"

"Go! Go!"

"Don't you even listen to your father?!"

As he said this, he tried to push Yang Hehua away.

But after pushing it several times, it didn't move at all.

Yang Hehua looked at the two people in front of her, and then glanced at the middle-aged woman who was scratched several times on the face by the old woman, leaving several bloody marks.

There were people all around watching the fun and no one came to stop the fight.

The lotus flowers moved.

She picked up a piece of dry firewood as thick as an adult's thigh from the fire nearby and hit a young man who was standing on the steps watching the excitement.

"Ouch—"

"Lotus sister, why did you hit me?!"

This young man is Yang Hehua’s eldest cousin, and he was also the one who wanted to take over Yang Hehua’s job two years ago!

Yang Hehua knew a lot of people in the courtyard. She was now a martyr's relative, so it was not easy for her to hit the elderly. So she decided to hit her eldest grandson, whom the old woman cared about the most!

As expected, as the eldest cousin cried out in pain, the old woman finally stopped. She jumped on the spot and cursed at Yang Hehua: "You little bitch!"

"Why did you hit your eldest cousin!?"

It was precisely because of the old woman's change in behavior that the people around her began to intervene, especially Yang Hehua's uncle. However, Yang Hehua pulled her eldest cousin with one hand and beat him with the other, and at the same time kicked down several people who came to stop the fight.

For a moment, the yard was filled with wailing.

The old woman wanted to come up, but when she saw her eldest son being kicked down by that bitch with such a light kick, she didn't dare to.

He glared at the middle-aged woman next to him and cursed, "You jinx, why don't you let this bitch in your family stop!"

Yang Hehua's mother said timidly: "Mom, even an old lady like you can't make her stop, how can I call her to stop..."

Such a light sentence made the old lady so angry that she almost flew to heaven.

In the end, Yang Hehua stopped only after the village chief and the team leader arrived.

I saw my eldest grandson with a bruised face and nose, crying out in pain on the ground.

The old lady was heartbroken.

The old lady originally wanted to rush up and hit Yang Hehua a few times, but Yang Hehua's words made her stop where she was.

The people around couldn't help but take a few steps back after hearing this.

The look in Yang Hehua's eyes changed.

They knew that Yang Hehua’s man was gone, but they didn’t know that Yang Hehua was now a martyr’s relative.

The village chief and the team leader looked at each other and began to evacuate the crowd, allowing Yang Hehua and others to go into the house and start chatting.

More than two hours passed quickly. During this time, the elders and the patriarch of the Yang family came in. The conversation ended with the old lady's crying.

Before leaving, the old lady, who was pulled by her eldest son, had hatred in her eyes and glared at Yang Hehua fiercely, but Yang Hehua accepted it with a smile.

The village chief, team leader, clan leader, and clan elders also left after talking to Yang Hehua for a few words.

Wang Guihua still had scars on her face. She looked at her daughter, who was no longer the same as before, with sad eyes, "Hehua... your father passed away this morning... before he left, he was still worried about whether you were doing well..."

Wang Guihua cried her heart out, she was really sad.

Although my mother-in-law is not a good person, my husband is really good to me.

After so many years of marriage, they only had three children. Especially, the first two were girls, but her husband never said a harsh word to them!

Yang Hehua hugged Wang Guihua, who was crying loudly, and patted her from time to time.

Looking at her sister Yang Lianhua and her brother Yang Shulin, Yang Hehua smiled at them.

Wang Guihua had been holding on for so many days, and although her leg had recovered from a previous injury, she couldn't hold on any longer and cried herself to sleep.

Yang Hehua hugged her biological mother Wang Guihua and put her on the bed. After covering her with a quilt, she started chatting with her sister Yang Lianhua and her brother Yang Shulin.

It was because of this conversation that Yang Hehua finally understood the reasons for everything that had happened in the past.

More than two years ago, it wasn't her father who wanted to take the job, but he was forced to do so by the old woman. However, her biological father directly severed all ties with her, and in the end the old woman got nothing.

All we can say is that parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run.

Yang Hehua sorted out the remains of her father, who was wrapped in a straw mat in the mourning hall. She looked at the bare house and couldn't help asking, "Lotus, why is this house in such a state?"

In Yang Hehua's memory, it shouldn't be like this.

This wooden house was built by Yang Hehua's biological father when Yang Hehua was 9 years old. When Yang Hehua was 4 years old, her father was driven out by the old woman in the form of a division of the family, and he was left with nothing.

After five years of hard work, with her father often going to the city, they built a wooden house with two main rooms and one side room.

Yang Hehua's father was hardworking, smart, and good at hunting. Before Yang Hehua got married, he bought a lot of things for the family. He didn't even take a penny of the betrothal gift from Xiao Dong, but instead gave a little as a subsidy and gave it all to Yang Hehua.

But all the firewood and furs in this house were gone.

Hearing her sister Yang Hehua mention this, Yang Lianhua's face was filled with hatred: "It's all grandma's fault. After mom broke her leg, she needed a lot of money to treat it, but grandma took uncle to steal things when dad was not at home, and they were all stolen. Because of this, dad had to go to the mountains to take risks..."

After hearing everything, Yang Hehua fell silent.

Glancing at the house, she saw the person wrapped in the straw mat again, and she felt very sad.

I lived a muddled life in my previous life, which resulted in me feeling that everything I saw was unreal after I was reborn.

Yang Lianhua, who was standing by, still had tears streaming down her face, while her brother Yang Shulin was kneeling with a dazed look on his face.

Yang Hehua felt sad when she saw this.

He made the excuse that he was going out to do something and would be back in about an hour.

Yang Hehua just walked along the mountain road, and when she saw that there was no one around, she went into a snow cave in the woods. Then she immersed herself in the farm and bought a coffin and some funeral supplies, and chose to have the system mall deliver the goods to her door.

In addition, Yang Hehua released a middle-aged woman who had not been released a few days ago and gave her an order.

Yang Hehua followed the mountain road back to Yangjia Village and saw the two children waiting for her. "Lotus, Shulin, it's almost time to eat. I'll get you something to eat."

"Sister... stop it. All the edible things in the house have been taken away by grandma. Now there is nothing at home." Yang Lianhua answered with a timid look in her eyes, muttering to herself.

Her grandmother was so ruthless that not only did she take away everything that could be used, she also didn't leave any food behind.

Before her sister Yang Hehua came, her grandmother was planning to bury her father simply by wrapping him in a straw mat.

Her grandmother even thought about the fate of her mother Wang Guihua. After the burial, she was kicked out directly!

Although the family has been separated, she is the elder, and the word "filial piety" is enough to crush a person!

Yang Hehua heard this without any emotion on her face: "It's okay, I brought it. I just brought some things in the backpack."

Yang Hehua entered the room, picked up the backpack and walked towards the kitchen.

Looking at the empty kitchen, and the several broken bowls and pottery jars, Yang Hehua was stunned.

That old woman is really ruthless!

The two iron pots in the kitchen are gone.

The empty stove was pitch black.

Yang Hehua sighed helplessly: "Lotus, let's make some porridge for now."

"Okay! Sister!" Yang Lianhua naturally heard her sister's long sigh and walked in.

Yang Shulin did not come over. He continued to kneel in the mourning hall.

Yang Lianhua brought some firewood from the yard into the house.

All this firewood was delivered this morning by those people who were on good terms with Yang Hehua's father.

They thought that the family certainly couldn't afford a funeral, so they waited for Wang Guihua and the two children to guard the mourning hall for a day and a night, and then carried the body up the mountain for burial the next morning.

Just as I was about to add more firewood, someone came outside the door.

The village chief and clan leader brought people here.

They were holding firewood and a large iron pot, which they had brought from Grandma Yang Hehua's house.

In fact, they knew about this before, but Yang Hehua's biological mother Wang Guihua was unable to stand up. Yang Lianhua wanted to argue, but her fighting skills were not high, and she was beaten unconscious by the old lady. Yang Shulin was directly picked up and asked to watch from the side.