Maybe he finally caught a partner of confiding, Hu Sanhuai seemed to be talking and said with his fingers: "I have three sons..."

Fu Song said: "Like my father, I am the third child in the family."

"Your father is a lucky person." In Hu Sanhuai's opinion, people who can live in small foreign buildings are naturally capable people, and the fathers of those who are capable are naturally blessed.

"My father died early, and my mother was the only one left. My mother was as old as you."

"Oh, your father is not lucky, but your mother is blessed."

Fu Song nodded with a smile: "My mother is indeed a lucky person."

The old lady lived in her 100-year-old life. When his youngest son died, he could still drink two taels of wine every day.

"Three sons, the eldest son married a wife, but they haven't separated yet. It's not that they don't want to divide up and don't have money to build a new house, so the eldest daughter-in-law makes trouble all day long. The second son talks about a daughter from a neighboring village, and his mother-in-law says when to build a new house and when to talk about marriage. The third son, who graduated from junior high school last year, was idle at home. There are a total of ten acres of land in the family and can't save a few money a year. How can you say I don't come out to find some work to do?"

"How much money can you make in a year? Can you afford three large tiled houses?"

Hu Sanhuai answered the question irrelevantly: "This year, the old woman had lung disease. I heard that it would cost 10,000 or 20,000 yuan to undergo surgery... Alas, the spring has left before it has passed."

Hu Sanhuai said this, his tone did not change, but he finally burst into tears.

Fu Song remained silent because he didn't know what to say or what he could say.

"There's no way, just like that, it's good. You couple are good people, and the clothes are so warm. There's no way..."

Hu Sanhuai went over and over again and said just a few words all the way, and he was just Xianglin Sao.

No, Xianglin Sao still has the heart and strength to complain about her misfortune, but he seemed to have already accepted his fate, and in a plain tone, he told something that seemed to be unrelated to him...

I found a small hotel nearby. Fu Song thought that it would be the Little New Year in half a month. He would have to go back during the Little New Year, so he paid him half a month's accommodation fee.

Not much, less than five yuan in total, and after Hu Sanhuai's thanks, he turned around and left.

Walking on the way home, Fu Song couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

He thought of Yang Qiaolan, who was the same age as Hu Sanhuai. He could not imagine that his mother was curled up alone in the cold wind in such a late night.

When he thought of this scene, his heart aches.

Yang Qiaolan has various shortcomings, and she doesn't like her youngest son. She often calls him stupid and is not as smart as her second brother. She has complained in private, but after all, she has pulled herself up with shit and pee, and she has worked hard to support herself in college. She will never be able to repay such kindness for several lifetimes.

Chinese people raise children to prevent them from getting old. Hu Sanhuai is old but cannot enjoy happiness. He also has to work hard to build a house for his son to marry a wife.

Is Hu Sanhuai really not capable?

Maybe, he is uneducated, short-sighted, backward in thinking, and limited in thinking, but no matter how he slanders him, it cannot be denied that Hu Sanhuai is a hardworking person.

When did the hardworking people live so humble?

He only remembered that it was like this before liberation. Who would have thought that it would still be like this after 40 years of liberation...

The hardworking and brave Chinese... Fu Song suddenly felt that this sentence was so ironic.

It is said that reform is so good and how to make the people rich, but what they see and hear is very different from what they are propaganda.

Only a small part of the people who get rich, only a small group of people who are happy, and countless Hu Sanhuai struggle numbly on the cold winter night.

It can be predicted that Hu Sanhuai will only increase and increase. He can help one Hu Sanhuai today, but he cannot help countless Hu Sanhuai.

"There's no way, just like that, it's good." Such self-comfort words will be more and more frequent at the mouths of Hu Sanhuai and others.

Hu Sanhuai was just a farmer with little knowledge. He didn't know why he lived so humble. Even if he knew, he would not speak out. He didn't know how to speak out or where to speak out.

But what about those who know why they live so humble and have the ability to speak out?

Fu Song suddenly felt even colder and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

This fucking God!

When he got home, Liang Xi was not asleep yet. Seeing that Fu Song's face was not very good, he asked with concern: "It's frozen, hurry up and take a hot bath. The water has just been put."

Fu Song nodded and went to the bathroom.

Lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed, the hot hot water drove away the chills all over his body.

So comfortable!

Fu Song smiled self-deprecatingly. With his "intelligence" and "hard work", he finally became the small group of happy people who became rich.

But I don’t know where the street lamp belongs to me, nor do I know which type of small advertisements will become my epitaph. Don’t treat infertility. However, as for small advertisements in the province, infertility accounts for half of them. Who makes us save more infertility hospitals?

I hope I won’t see that street light in my life. As for the epitaph..., after my death, I don’t care about the flood.

After taking a shower, Liang Xi had time to ask: "Why have you been there for so long? I almost went out to find you again."

Fu Song tried hard to squeeze out a smile: "The hotels near the nearest are closed, so they have walked a little farther away. It's okay, I've been tired all day, so go to bed."

There are some things you can just keep in your heart, and there is no need to let her worry.

It was another good weather on the weekend. After the sun came out in the morning, Liang Xi drove Du Juan and her children to go shopping in the mall. Fu Song was cooking tea at home alone and reading newspapers.

"Uncle Fu, you're at home."

Fu Song looked up and smiled and said, "Feng Luan, is it on holiday? Come in."

"Well, I just finished the exam yesterday. Where is my aunt?" Feng Luan came to Fu's house for the first time, his eyes rolling.

"I went shopping." As soon as I met, I asked about my wife. If he wasn't too young, Fu Song would have misunderstood, "Where is your grandfather?"

"The city established a people's price supervision team two days ago. As long as my grandfather and other retired cadres are still able to move, they are taken away from supervision and inspection of the market and prices."

"Your grandpa is so old that he is not old. This cold weather is enough for him."

Feng Luan grinned: "It's good to find something for my grandfather, so he can save him from causing trouble for me when he is idle."

Fu Song clicked him from a distance: "Aren't you afraid that I will tell me?"

Feng Luan immediately said righteously: "Uncle Fu is not the kind of person who makes small reports behind his back!"

One sentence made Fu Song choke so hard that this kid was also a monkey spirit.

Fu Song put down the newspaper and asked, "You are not staying at home, just to praise me?"

Feng Luan said shyly: "My grandfather said you have a lot of books at home, so I thought about coming over and borrowing two books to read."
Chapter completed!