Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Chapter 475 Visit

The next afternoon.

Commune Health Center.

The sun outside the window had already moved to the west, and the warm early spring sunlight slanted through the water-stained glass window, illuminating the cement floor.

Aunt Liu woke up once in the middle of the night, managed to drink half a bowl of hot rice soup, and has now fallen into a deep sleep again.

The doctor came back to examine her again this morning and said that she was out of danger, but her constitution was severely weakened. She had suffered from shock and pain, and would need to recuperate carefully in bed for at least a few days.

Liu Cuier sat quietly by the hospital bed, her eyes lowered, holding a warm white towel in her hand, gently and carefully wiping her mother's dry, rough hands.

The ward was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

In the glass IV bottle hanging above the bed, clear medicine was slowly dripping down, drop by drop.

Just then—

"Ouch... hiss..."

Suddenly, a sound came from the corridor outside the door, a sound that was being suppressed but couldn't help but make people gasp.

Immediately following was a very strange, muffled friction sound.

"rub."

Each sound was followed by several seconds of pause, accompanied by a few suppressed grimaces.

Liu Cuier paused slightly in her movements.

She subconsciously raised her head, her reddened eyes looking towards the door of the ward with a puzzled expression.

next second.

First, half of a large white head, wrapped up like a rice dumpling, peeked out from the edge of the door frame. Then, a figure with misaligned buttons on a cotton-padded jacket, hands gripping the door frame tightly, and legs spread apart like a compass, slowly and comically emerged from behind the door.

Erga Zi had a thick bandage on his forehead, his feet were wrapped tightly, and he was hunched over, not daring to straighten up. His thighs were taut, as if the slightest touch of his buttocks to the fabric of his pants would kill him.

He had just steadied himself by the doorframe when he looked up and met Liu Cuier's stunned gaze. His face, which had been contorted in pain, instantly froze. He swallowed the groan that was about to escape his lips, and grinned at Liu Cuier, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Cui...Cui'er, is Auntie awake yet?"

Liu Cuier stared at him coldly for a few seconds, the warmth in her eyes gradually fading away, her face as cold as if covered with frost:

What are you doing here?

Ergazi didn't respond to that.

He leaned against the door frame with one hand, breathing heavily. He then reached into the innermost pocket of his cotton-padded coat with his other hand, fumbled around for a while, and pulled out a thick, square paper package wrapped tightly in yellowed old newspapers.

He gritted his teeth, spread his legs, and limped to the small, peeling wooden table next to the bed.

"Smack."

He slammed the heavy package down on the table with a clean, decisive motion.

"There's a thousand dollars in here."

"My mother asked me to bring it over."

Liu Cuier's brows furrowed sharply, her gaze falling on the bulging newspaper bundle, her tone stiff:

"What are you going to do with it?"

Seeing her icy expression, Ergaizi awkwardly scratched his head and coughed.

"You've been staying at the hospital taking care of your aunt these past two days, so you probably don't know what's been happening outside."

He paused, his eyes darting around, then steeled himself and confessed:

"Last night I drank too much and got carried away. I messed up and crashed into your yard with my big Liberation truck, and then I poured gasoline on it and set it on fire."

"Your house... I burned it to the ground. Everything inside and out that could burn turned to ashes."

Ergazi finished speaking in one breath, his face turning pale and then red, but he didn't shrink back. He just stared straight at Liu Cuier.

The room was eerily quiet.

Liu Cuier was stunned, as if struck by lightning. She sat frozen on the small stool, her eyes fixed on Ergaizi, and remained speechless for a full five or six seconds.

"What...what did you say?!"

Liu Cuier suddenly stood up, her voice so shrill it almost cracked, her eyes instantly turning red:

"You wrecked my house?! And set it on fire?! Ergaizi, have you fucking gone mad?!"

"Cough cough..."

Erga Zi's eardrums ached from Liu Cuier's shrill voice. He coughed awkwardly twice, touched his nose, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

"Anyway, if you go back now, you won't find a single intact piece of tile, only a pile of coke and black ash."

"I did the work, and I'll take responsibility for it. This thousand yuan is what my family and I scraped together. Take it first to cover the old lady's medical expenses. When we get back to the village, you should find the old Party Secretary and the villagers to settle accounts for your three rooms, the timber in the yard, and all the burnt-out belongings."

At this point, Ergazi patted his chest gruffly and added without hesitation:

"When you calculate how much is missing, just let me know, and I'll borrow some from Brother Shanhe. I'll definitely make up the difference for you."

Liu Cuier's chest heaved violently, and she was so angry that her vision blurred, and she couldn't catch her breath for a long time.

"You...you..."

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed directly at Erga's nose, her lips trembling violently, her pent-up grievances and anger about to erupt into a torrent of abuse.

But just as the words were about to leave his mouth...

Liu Cuier felt as if something had hit her head hard, and the strange noises from last night suddenly flashed before her eyes.

In the latter half of the night, she stayed by her mother's bedside without leaving her side.

Originally, Liu Changgui and Ma San's gang of idle scoundrels were guarding the outside of the corridor, smoking and cursing noisily.

But sometime in the middle of the night, the outside suddenly erupted into chaos, like a pot boiling over.

Liu Changgui, with his head wrapped up like a rotten watermelon, was so anxious that he screamed in the corridor as if his father had died. Ma San's fleshy face was so gloomy that it could drip water. A few minutes later, he led his group of fierce thugs and hurriedly withdrew from the health center.

At that moment, her mind was completely focused on her unconscious mother in bed. She was only concerned that those beasts were finally gone and had no time to think about what they were up to.

Now let's compare Ergaizi's words with what happened last night—

Liu Cuier's hand, which was pointing at Ergazi, suddenly froze in mid-air.

The raging anger in her eyes suddenly froze, and her gaze changed completely.

"Wait a minute."

Liu Cuier's delicate eyebrows furrowed more and more tightly, her gaze fixed like a knife on Ergaizi's tightly wrapped face, and her voice deepened:

"Last night... Ma San and the others rushed out in a panic because you ransacked my house?!"

Erga nodded obediently.

"Um."

Liu Cuier's eyes darkened, as if she had suddenly thought of something, and she immediately asked:

"And what about my dad?"

Erga's expression immediately became somewhat unnatural.

He raised his hand to touch his nose, his eyes glancing to the side.