After the house was confiscated, I relied on billions of dollars in supplies to become a group favor

Chapter 267 Burning paper money

After such an incident, if Mu Zhengyuan can't clearly see the faces of Aunt Cui and the second wife, and can't tell the difference between good and bad, then he will just think that her efforts to save people were in vain and she just did a good deed. .

Recalling the ten days he had been bedridden, Mu Zhengyuan exhaled a long breath, which seemed to be a relief after all the hardships. He wiped the tears shining from the corners of his eyes and shook his head silently, but with a firm tone. Said: "Xiaohe, third uncle understands what you mean. I will never go back again and have nothing to do with my second wife. Since they don't care about my wife's life or mine, why should I take this name?" After all, it’s not worth it for your mother and brother to work hard for you. Why don’t you stay and help you work properly to repay you and my wife for their kindness!"

Thinking of his wife who died in vain in the mudslide, Mu Zhengyuan showed a nostalgic and sad expression.

"As long as you understand it, I don't need to say anything more. Third uncle, if you are willing to become a family with us, then take a good rest first and rest quietly for three days. You don't need to do any work. You need to rest your body and bones first." Let’s talk about other things.”

After saying that, Mu Zhengyuan naturally responded calmly, put the bowl in his hand on the stone table aside, thought of something else, and asked: "Xiaohe, I feel a lot better, can you walk?"

"Take it easy, it's okay to take a few steps, and it's okay to do some light things, just don't do heavy work. But you have to pay attention to rest, and go back to the house to rest when you are tired. Third uncle, you also want to take good care of your health as soon as possible. "

Probably sensing Mu Zhengyuan's eagerness to see the two children, Ruan He raised the corner of his lips and said with a slight smile: "Third uncle, the two children miss you every day. You go and see them first. Remember Just drink a bowl of medicine after meals every day, and I will ask Aunt Zong to help cook it."

"Okay, thank you Xiaohe!" Mu Zhengyuan smiled happily and sincerely.

Now that Mu Zhengyuan had figured it out, he naturally followed the doctor's words. He nodded in agreement, stood up slowly, and walked slowly to the back room.

Ruan He followed him in and saw the father and son hugging each other and crying, especially the two children who almost burst into tears. Mu Zhengyuan sat on the bench and kept wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. While coaxing his two children softly.

Mrs. Mutai and Ruan He stood aside and watched this scene from a distance, feeling quite sad and sighing silently.

After all, it is really not easy for the father and son. Aunt Cui is a selfish person. She does not need to be strict to guess how she treats her adopted son and her unrelated grandchildren. Seven, seven, eight, eight.

The father and son cried heartily, as if they had cried away all the sadness in the past. Looking at the cute faces of the two children, Mu Zhengyuan listened attentively to the two children talking about what had happened recently. , and it was particularly warm for a while.

Aunt Zong walked forward quietly, placed the freshly steamed hot buns on the table, and served a bowl of vegetable porridge, asking Mu Zhengyuan to fill his stomach first.

"The Third Master probably hasn't eaten yet, so let's eat something first."

She just saw Mu Zhengyuan on the stretcher, his face was pale and thin, and she was shocked. The last time she saw him, he didn't look like this.

Aunt Zong was not a curious person and had always been honest. Naturally, she would not ask what happened. She silently followed Mrs. Mutai's instructions and went to cook some food for Mu Zhengyuan.

Looking at a bowl of plain vegetable porridge, paired with a large brown noodle bun, Mrs. Mu Tai looked at Mu Zhengyuan's face which had regained some color, and asked more questions: "Xiaohe, what are you doing?" Can uncle, with his current body and bones, be able to eat these things?" "Yes, don't eat too much spicy and heavy food, everything else is fine." Ruan He nodded, agreed, and added: "Three My uncle is weak now, so I’ll cook him two eggs later to replenish his health.”

Seeing that the two children were still in Mu Zhengyuan's arms, Mrs. Mu walked forward, took one of the children in one hand, showed a loving and kind smile, and coaxed in a gentle voice: "Come on, two little ones." Poor boy, be good, go aside and play with the wife, let your father eat first."

The two children were also very obedient. After hearing this, they stood up and followed Mrs. Mutai silently and walked out of the yard.

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It was almost late at night. As soon as Ruan He closed his eyes, he remembered that the fungi in the yard needed to be turned over. He happened to be unable to sleep, so he simply turned over and walked out.

When she opened the door and walked to the corner of the courtyard, she heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. Ruan He took a closer look and found two figures, one large and two small, squatting in the corner of the courtyard, seemingly lighting a fire.

She took a few steps forward and stopped not far away. Then she noticed that the three people were Mu Zhengyuan and his son.

They were up so late at night, so what were they doing out in the yard?
Doubts flashed through Ruan He's mind. She did not intend to disturb the father and son, so she stood quietly and observed quietly.

Mu Zhengyuan was squatting on the ground, with a small bundle of firewood placed in front of them, and he was slowly lighting a fire.

And the two children didn't know what they were holding in their arms... Ruan He couldn't see clearly in the dark.

After a while... with a crisp sound, the flames suddenly burst into flames. Under the swaying firelight, Ruan He immediately saw clearly the two thick stacks of paper money held in the arms of the two children.

Under the dancing firelight, Mu Zhengyuan took the paper money with an almost sad face, stared at the fire in front of him dully, and after a long time, he threw the paper money in his hand into the fire.

Accompanied by the "puff" sound of the paper money burning in the flames, Mu Zhengyuan suppressed the pain in his heart, his hoarse and choked voice revealed a bit of desolation, and sighed: "Come, let's talk to your mother."

As soon as this sound fell, the two children also started crying. One on the left and one on the right, they squatted beside Mu Zhengyuan. They held a small stack of paper in their small hands and threw it into the beating flames.

In the deep night, the bright moon in the sky was obscured by thick clouds. In a large and quiet courtyard, there was only a small flickering firelight, reflecting the painful and sad faces of the father and son. Only two people could vaguely be heard. The child's cry and Mu Zhengyuan's choked sobs.

Looking at this pitiful scene, Ruan He couldn't help but feel extremely sad. The pain of losing a wife and mother was not something she could sympathize with, so she just stared at it for a while, then quietly turned around and returned. house and didn’t bother me much.

(End of this chapter)