Splendid peasant girl busy farming

No such father
"Okay, I won't say anymore, you are Li Zheng, and everything you say and do is justified."

Old Yang grunted and pushed the wheelchair towards the door.

Yang Huazhong was hurt again by these words, "Father, whose family are you from, and which side are you on?"

Behind him, Yang Huazhong asked word by word.

"You don't feel sorry for Mianmian being bullied by Zhang Xiangzi at all, you don't have any sympathy for my job in Lizheng, and you still say such things,

If such words are said by those insignificant people in the village, I will not take it to my heart, but when it comes out of your mouth, it is really uncomfortable! "

The wheelchair stopped, and after a moment of silence, Lao Yang said without turning his head: "I'm just a lame old man, it doesn't matter which side I stand on? I'm old, I'm nothing... "

After saying that, the old man shook his head, pushed the wheelchair and creaked away.

Yang Huazhong froze in place, looking at the back of the old man leaving, the blood on his face faded little by little.

There was a sudden throbbing pain in my heart, and my eyes were spinning. The man's tall body fell to the ground, like a towering mountain peak crashing to the ground.

Mrs. Sun just came out of the main room, and when she saw this scene, she cried out in shock.

The woman rushed up, but her strength was not strong enough to lift him up. Xiao Hua was looking after the child in the backyard, and rushed over after hearing the news.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had exhausted all their efforts to help Yang Huazhong into the house, let him lie on the rocking chair, pinched him, poured sugar water, and invited Fu Bo. After a long period of confusion, Yang Huazhong slowly woke up.

In front of them are Mrs. Sun and Xiaohua, whose eyes are red from crying, and Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun are also there.

Luo Tiejiang and Xiao Jie's father were inquiring about the situation with Uncle Fu. Yang Huazhong heard Uncle Fu's lowered voice in addition to the sobbing of the women.

"...The third child has a quick temper, a hard temper, and can't stand stimulation, especially this head is a fragile thing, and the blood is surging..."

Uncle Fu didn't say any more about the latter, because Xiaohua saw Yang Huazhong woke up, and called out 'Daddy' in surprise.

The big guys all gathered around the rocking chair, Uncle Fu said to Yang Huazhong: "My third child, you are already sick, how can you be so anxious to get angry? The blood rushed to the brain, so it is easy to die suddenly. You must be calm, and you can't do this again!"

Because he and Yang Huazhong are old acquaintances who have been dealing with him for a lifetime, Uncle Fu stopped beating around the bush and told him directly.

Yang Huazhong was ashamed and nodded.

Previously, he was angry because of the old man's words, but it seems that he has to stay away from him in the future, otherwise his life will be lost.

Uncle Fu left, and the others all left after greeting Yang Huazhong. Xiaohua went to the backyard to make medicine, and Yang Huazhong was only left with Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun was still afraid, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

"Father Qing'er, if you have something wrong, what do you want me to do? What do you want this family to do? Huh, huh..." The woman covered her mouth and sobbed.

Yang Huazhong stretched out his hand and held Sun's hand tightly and put it on his chest, his voice was weak: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine, nothing will happen."

"But you... really scared me to death earlier." Sun said.

She stretched out her other hand, and clasped Yang Huazhong's hand tightly with both hands, "Third brother, you promise me, don't care about what our father says in the future, don't listen to it, and don't go to it when you hear it." go to heart
If you take it seriously, if you get angry at that time, our family will lose its support. "

Yang Huazhong's eyes were red, and he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, in my heart, he is no longer my father."

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The funeral of the old Zhang family is in full swing. It is said that Mrs. Huang has been in a coma, suffering from a high fever and talking nonsense, so she cannot participate in the funeral at all.

But because Zhang Xiangzi was not married, Zhang Daxiang's eldest son was adopted under the name of his younger uncle Zhang Xiangzi under Zhang Manzi's strong insistence. At the funeral, Zhang Xiangzi was dressed in sackcloth and filial piety.

Yang Huazhong asked Mrs. Sun to buy some joss sticks and burn a birthday incense at Lao Zhang's house. He himself could not come to the scene because he fell ill.

"For many years, I have never been sick like this..."

Before going to bed at night, Yang Huazhong sat on the bed, and Mrs. Sun sat by the bed and fed him medicine.

Feng'er was also sitting at the end of the bed, eating a piece of snack in his hand, blinking at grandpa with big eyes.

On the side, Xiaohua is also holding Fuwa in her arms.

Yang Huazhong continued: "The last time you lay on the bed like this and let you wait on me, it should be the time when I broke my leg more than ten years ago, right?"

Sun looked sideways and thought for a while, then nodded lightly: "Yes, at that moment our Qing'er fell into the pond and was very sick, you went to the town to get her medicine, and when you came back, you even turned over under the river dam with your car went."

Thinking of that experience, Sun still palpitates.

Yang Huazhong looked at Sun Shi with shame, "It's my fault, I made you follow me, fearful..."

Sun came back to her senses, gave him a gentle smile, and shook her head: "Marry a chicken like a chicken and marry a dog like a dog. There is no such thing as a smooth sailing in a person's life. It is the best if we come here with bumps and bumps."

Yang Huazhong nodded, and turned his gaze to Feng'er and Fuwa again.

His grandchildren are the most gratifying thing for him.

Especially this little granddaughter, who was raised in vain and plump, made her look rare.The name is also good, Fuwa.

Seeing Yang Huazhong looking towards Fuwa, Xiao Hua hugged Fuwa closer so that Yang Huazhong could see it more clearly.

Yang Huazhong teased Fuwa twice, then waved his hands, "I'm a good man, you should keep the child away these few days, it won't get better after you get sick."

Mrs. Sun also thought it was reasonable, and said to Xiaohua: "Your father's concerns are reasonable, our family already has a patient, and it would be even worse if the children make any mistakes."

"Hua'er, take the children back home."

Xiao Hua nodded and left with the two children.

Only Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi were left in the room. Yang Huazhong said to Sun Shi, "When I was recuperating these two days, I was thinking about one thing."

"What's the matter?" Sun asked.

"It's about Yongxian's money bag." Yang Huazhong said.

Sun frowned faintly.

Yang Huazhong continued: "I always feel that it is impossible for this money bag to appear on Zhang Xiangzi's body for no reason. The direct cause of Zhang Xiangzi's death is obvious to everyone, and he was bitten to death by wild animals.

But in this, I always feel that other than Huang's smashing the lock, there are other people involved. "

"If other people in the village are close to the old Zhang's family, or if the relatives of the old Zhang's family secretly give money to let Zhang Xiangzi escape, it is not unusual, everyone has selfish intentions.

But this money bag belongs to our old Yang's family, so I have to think about it, who is the elbow of our old Yang's family in it! "

(End of this chapter)