Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Xuanyin
Changping Village.

This time Yang Huazhong was determined to ignore Old Yang, and he would go on a hunger strike whatever he wanted.

No, after three days passed, Old Yang couldn't hold on anymore, and tried every means to release the news of his hunger strike, attracting those old men in the village who had a good relationship with him to come and visit.

So, old Jiangtou, old Chentou, and little old Yangtou all came over.

Several old men of about the same age sat around Old Yang's wheelchair, taking turns persuading him, but the persuasion failed.

On the contrary, Lao Yangtou's eloquent rhetoric reminded Lao Jiangtou of his two sons, and he couldn't help feeling panic about his later life.

When old Jiangtou and old Chentou left, little old Yangtou was still sitting here.

"Brother, why haven't you left yet? Thank you for coming to accompany me, my old brother. I haven't eaten a grain of rice in three days, and it's probably impossible. If you have time, come and see me, my brother Now that the two have reached this point, they see each other less..."

Little old Yang frowned when he heard these words.

"Brother, in front of Old Jiang and Old Chen, there were some things I couldn't say well. Now that they're gone, I'll just tell you the truth."

"This time, it's not the fault of the third and fourth children. This time it's purely because you have nothing to do, and you have to make things difficult for the children!"

Old Yangtou thought he heard it wrong, and stared at the little old Yangtou in front of him with wide eyes: "What? What kind of benefits did those little bastards give you to make you talk to them? I'm your own brother, we two Brothers of the same mother, don't forget!"

Little old Yang nodded again and again: "Don't worry, I will never forget our brotherhood. The nephews are really kind to me, but I know that they are kind to me, and I owe it to you because they respect you as an old father. My uncle's face."

Old Yang curled his lips disapprovingly.

The little old Yangtou continued: "For the matter of Yongxian, the third child can send the fifth child and Xiao An to the nearest Changhuai Prefecture to inquire. You really can't afford to run away by yourself, wasting people and money."

"Besides, your hunger strike is even worse. If it spreads outside, people don't know how to talk about the father-son relationship of our old Yang family."

"I know, I know that you have a high temper, I don't know, I thought our children and grandchildren were harsh on the elderly, and the children and grandchildren had a reputation of being unfilial, and you, a father, would be stabbed in the back when you walked outside, saying that you taught me Wufang, all in all, your behavior is wrong, you should listen to me, sit up and eat a few bites!"

Old Yangtou's heart has been loosened by what the little old Yangtou said, but the tone still hasn't completely dissipated.

"The third one didn't even come over to give me a sip of Shunqi soup. If I just compromise like this, then I won't have any weight in this family from now on..."

Little old Yangtou is a wonderful person, and he heard the mysterious sound from these words.

He smiled, "Third nephew is an honest man, and usually has no temper, but this honest man has a bottom line. If you make him stubborn, he probably won't be able to pull him back."

"Brother, when the fourth child comes back from the Taoist temple at night, I will ask him to cook two more dishes and bring them to you. You two have a good drink."

If Lao Yang didn't refute this sentence, it means he acquiesced.

When the little old leader Yang arrived, he gave some instructions to the old leader Yang before he got up and left.

When passing by Tan's bed, he found that Tan had fallen asleep after eating.

In the yard, the mother-in-law of the Zhang family was drying the niao cloths that had been replaced on Tan's bed, laying them there one by one, and washing them clean.

Seeing little old Yang came out, Zhang's mother-in-law hurriedly greeted him: "Uncle, go back now? Why don't you sit down for a while?"

Little old Yang smiled: "It's almost done, come back next time."

After walking two steps, the little old Yang stopped again, and said to Mrs. Zhang: "You have done a good job these days, and you have served my sister-in-law very well. You can rest assured that you can do it here, third child The fourth and fifth are all honest people, if you treat my sister-in-law sincerely, they will naturally see it and will not treat you badly."

Zhang's mother-in-law was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded again and again: "When people are old, people may not believe it when they say it. In fact, I don't want all the money. I don't want my aunt to be paralyzed and suffer."

Little old Yangtou agreed with this statement. When his mother-in-law was alive, she was also paralyzed for several years, but he was still young at that time, only in his early fifties, and he could take care of her on his own.

However, no matter how well the person serves, the paralyzed person still suffers. This crime can only be carried by herself, and no one else can share it.

After leaving the old house of Old Yang's family, the little old Yang headed to the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain behind the village, wanting to talk to Yang Huaming.

At the same time, Old Jiangtou and Old Chentou were sitting in the main room of Yang Huazhong's house at the entrance of the village. The two old men were doing ideological work with Yang Huazhong, one on the left and the other on the right.

Although the words were all kind and muddy, the words still fell more or less on the side of Old Yang's head.

"...Third son, your father and I are old acquaintances, and you can be regarded as your Uncle Jiang. I grew up watching him, and I often went to my house for dinner when I was young. Uncle Jiang, I treat you as my own son. told you these things."

"Your father is getting old, he is already a guest, maybe when he will lie down and sleep, he will never wake up again."

"You son, give him a step down. He has been hungry for three days this trip, almost four days. If he continues like this, he will really die. We went to see him earlier, his face was sallow and sallow. I'm so dead!"

Old Chen was also beating and drumming at the side: "You father and son have been gambling for several days, and it's almost done. Go to the old house to see him later. You went to see him. Even if you don't talk, just go in and stand for a while. , It’s a step for him. Everyone has a time when they are old, and there are times when they can’t do it. Your father used to be strong and could go anywhere, but now he is in a wheelchair and can’t go anywhere. Just like that Like a bird locked in a cage, with a bit of a bad temper, you sons and daughters should be more understanding."

"This man, he is filial to himself, and he is doing it for his children and younger generations. When he gets old, his children and grandchildren will treat him like this, don't you think?"

Old Jiangtou and Old Chentou came and talked to each other, but Yang Huazhong was speechless, with a helpless expression on his face.

There is also a trace of compassion.

"Okay, I'll go and see him at night," he said.

"Why go at night? Can't you go around at noon?" Old Jiangtou asked.

Seeing the momentum, he wished he could put Yang Huazhong around his neck and drag him to the old house.

Yang Huazhong cried and laughed: "I'm going to go to the field in a while, and I have to settle the meal in the field this noon, so I won't be able to find time at all. When I get home from work at night, I promise to go!"

(End of this chapter)