"No matter whether I caught it myself or bought it from outside, I have to eat it. If I don't eat it, my hidden disease will relapse again, and it may be even worse than before."

"So for the past year, I have eaten snake soup for two days every month. Maybe I ate too many snakes and violated the snake spirit, so I was punished on my son..."

At this point, Yang Huaming covered his face and cried again. His cries were filled with regret and annoyance.

"On the two days in the middle of the first month, I went out to the fields to catch snakes."

Yang Huaming continued, "But in this midwinter, there are no snakes outside. I was wondering where to find snakes to eat, and suddenly I saw a snake curled up under the corner of the backyard of my house."

"What kind of snake is it?" Old Yang asked hurriedly, suddenly looking nervous and panicked.

"Is it a gray-brown snake with a red stripe on its back, probably longer than my arm?" the old man asked again.

Yang Huaming thought about it carefully, and then asked Old Yang: "It seems to be just such a snake, Dad, how do you know so clearly? Is it possible that you want to eat it too?"

"Eat your head!"

Old Yangtou directly picked up the tobacco stick in his hand and hit Yang Huaming's head hard several times.

"You beast!"

"Snake, Huangpizi, they are all earthly immortals and psychics,"

"As a villager, we can eat any kind of rabbit or deer in the mountains, but we cannot touch these two things!"

"No matter it's a wild snake in the field, everyone will take a detour when they see it."

"The snake I'm telling you about has been seen at home for several years. It is a domestic snake and a treasure at home."

"Now that you have eaten all the treasures of the town, who will give you retribution if not retribution? You deserve it, you are seeking death! I will beat you to death, you beast."

Old Yangtou couldn't help being angry and punched and kicked Yang Huaming without showing any signs of distress.

Yang Huaming was beaten until he was holding his head and lying on the ground screaming.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were advising on the side, while Yang Ruoqing stood aside without making any movement.

Just when Lao Yang was beaten relentlessly, Yang Ruoqing suddenly spoke up.

"Don't fight yet, I have something to ask my fourth uncle," she said.

Old Yangtou just stopped beating him, and he said to Yang Huaming, who had a bruised nose and swollen face: "I will settle the score with you after Qing'er has finished asking."

Then the anger retreated aside.

Here, Yang Ruoqing came to Yang Huaming, squatted down and said: "Fourth uncle, what kind of miraculous medicine did that Xue Laizi prescribe for you? Do you still have it in hand? I want to see it!"

Yang Huaming said: "There is one last one."

"Why didn't you eat the last one?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Yang Huaming said: "The medicine was extremely unpalatable and had a disgusting taste. I really didn't know what to do so I took it."

"Later I saw that my hidden disease was almost healed, so I stopped taking it and left the last pill."

"Bring it over and let me take a look." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huaming searched for a long time on his body and found a small white porcelain bottle and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"The last pill is packed in this. When it was given to me, there were two pairs, which were as full as a bottle." Yang Huaming said.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand, which was not much bigger than an adult's middle finger. At first glance, she thought the shape of the bottle was a bit weird.

What's weird is there, but I can't put it into words.

"If this poisonous pill is so poisonous, why is your fourth uncle still fine?"

"Could it be a chronic poison that stays in the body for ten or eight years, and then poisons your fourth uncle to death?" the old man continued.
Chapter completed!