Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5714 Chapter 5737

Changping Village.

Zhao Dagou's mother-in-law was hit too hard and fell ill. She couldn't eat a grain of rice or touch a drop of water.

Everyone, everyone who saw this woman's symptoms said that her life might not be safe, and some people went to Yang Huazhong privately and suggested that Yang Huazhong persuade Zhao Dagou to prepare an extra coffin...

As a village leader, it was a blow to him that something like this happened in the village under his jurisdiction.

On the one hand, he asked the villagers not to discuss these matters in private, to minimize the attention to the matter of Zhao Dagou's family, and not to let this matter continue to ferment.

On the other hand, he found Uncle Fu and his son and asked them to use the best medicine to treat Zhao Dagou's wife.

The medicine fee was recorded in Yang Huazhong's name, but this matter should not be publicized.

It has been two days since the tragedy happened at Zhao Dagou's house.

At night, Yang Huazhong, accompanied by Yang Huaming, visited Zhao's house.

"Third brother, I'll just squat in the yard and smoke a few puffs of dry tobacco, you go in and talk to Zhao Dagou!"

Yang Huaming walked to the door of the main room, glanced at the low and dark room, and couldn't help but think of the smell of meat when he came in two days ago, his stomach churns, and he can only take a few puffs of dry cigarettes to suppress it.

Yang Huazhong didn't force himself, nodded, and entered the main room with his hands behind his back.

In the main room, Zhao Dagou was alone.

He is a lazy man, and he doesn't know how to deal with people. Several relatives in the family have offended him because he likes to fight the autumn wind and doesn't pay back the borrowed money.

The relatives couldn't bear to have an accident in Zhao's house this time, so they came over one after another to give some comfort. Zhao Xiaomao's small coffin and a few new sets of clothes and shoes were also improvised by relatives.

The relatives close to Lu would come and walk around a few times during the day, and say a few words of comfort, which is considered as the best of human kindness, but at night, they will naturally not come again.

So when Yang Huazhong came in, in the dark main room, a door panel was placed in the middle, and it was covered with a dusty and patched quilt.

Under the quilt, the bulge was pitifully small, probably only the size of a gray rabbit.

Yang Huazhong sighed silently in his heart, this child Da Mao is really pitiful, there is only a little left after being burned.

"Dagou, have you had dinner yet?" Yang Huazhong withdrew his thoughts, and his eyes fell on Zhao Dagou who was next to the door.

Zhao Dagou sat there on his knees, drooping his head. He was still wearing the same clothes from the accident two days ago, and his body was already filthy.

Hearing Yang Huazhong's question, Zhao Dagou slowly raised his head, raised his hand to touch the tears on his face, and said mockingly: "What are you eating? I blame myself to death, and I wish I could die!"

Yang Huazhong sighed, "People who die cannot be brought back to life, this kind of accident...no one would want to."

"You haven't eaten for two days. You can't go on like this. Your aunt steamed the steamed buns, and I brought you two. You can take a few bites while it's hot. The next thing is still counting on you, a member of the family." Lord, you can't go down."

Yang Huazhong took out an oiled paper bag from his arms and stuffed it into Zhao Dagou's hand.

Zhao Dagou held the still warm steamed bun with both hands, buried his head and cried.

"My Xiaomao loves steamed buns the most. The day before yesterday I went to the field and left him to warm up at home. Before I left, I promised him that I would steam steamed buns for him when the wheat was harvested this year..."

"I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would no longer be able to eat steamed buns...I'm guilty, I don't deserve to be his father, the child suffers with a lazy man like me...Why don't I die? I deserve to die..."

Zhao Dagou was sobbing, the two steamed buns were almost deformed in his hands.

Yang Huazhong couldn't bear to look directly at him, he stood silently by the side and lit a pipe for himself.

In this family, one is dead and the other is sick. If Zhao Dagou collapses, the family will be completely over.

Even if they survive this test, they are still young, in their early twenties, it is not difficult for them to have children later.However, the back is the back, this is this, no matter how many more are born behind, even if a transport team is born, it cannot replace the one that is lost in front of it.

Hey, what a crime!
Zhao Dagou cried for a while, and after feeling annoyed for a while, he stuffed one of the steamed buns into Zhao Xiaomao's hand under the quilt.

Although the finger had burned and shrunk a long time ago, Zhao Dagou still tried his best to stuff the steamed bun into his son's hand.

Then, wiping away her tears, she picked up the other steamed bun and gnawed it.

He couldn't taste the taste of steamed buns anymore. He only knew that Uncle Yang was right. If he didn't eat something, he would collapse. If he collapsed, the family would be completely ruined.

Seeing that Zhao Dagou had eaten a big steamed bun, Yang Huazhong put the pipe in his mouth back into his waist, and said to Zhao Dagou: "This child is about to stay at home, let him go to the house." The place to go. Have you settled down early tomorrow morning, huh?"

Zhao Dagou shook his head, "I don't want to, I want to stay more..."

Yang Huazhong was about to persuade him again, when Yang Huaming smoked half a bag of shredded tobacco and went into the main room. Hearing this, he couldn't help asking Zhao Dagou: "What else do you want to keep? You can keep it if you keep it." Already alive, wouldn’t it be better to let him die in peace?”

Zhao Dagou shook his head again: "I can't bear it, I want to stay with him for a few more days..."

"How many days?" Yang Huaming was dumbfounded.

"It's the end of March and almost April, so you won't be afraid of the smell if you stay like this? How did the great plague arose after the flood that year, haven't you forgotten?" Yang Huaming asked again.

"I was only ten years old in the great plague 13 years ago, I know nothing!" Zhao Dagou said angrily.

Yang Huaming was also annoyed, his eyes widened and his voice became rough: "Even if you don't know fart, you should understand that even if you buy two catties of raw meat and two fresh fish, you can't keep it for too long, especially on this day It’s all warm, and if you leave it for too long, it will break down, and all the flies, bugs and mice in the ten miles and eight villages are here to greet you!”

Zhao Dagou stomped his feet: "My son has lost, what a bad ass? You go and find out, is the raw meat kept longer or cooked meat longer?"

Yang Huaming thought he heard it wrong, "What the hell are you talking about? Are you talking like that?"

Yang Huazhong was also annoyed, "Zhao Dagou, don't be self-willed, things should be as they should be, other people's old parents can only stay at home for two days after death, this is the rule, both public and private must be dealt with as soon as possible! "

Yang Huaming said again: "Third Brother, don't try to persuade him, he can keep it as he pleases, and don't bury him forever, keep it for the New Year!"

"Damn it, we all sympathized with him when such a tragedy happened, but now it seems that there must be something hateful about this poor man! If he wasn't so stupid, he wouldn't have made such a mistake, grandma is a bear, I am too lazy Never mind, bad luck..."

(End of this chapter)