When Yang Huamei sent Lao Yangtou to the door, Yang Yongqing happened to hear the noise and came over from the backyard.

After a brief greeting, Yang Yongqing accompanied Lao Yangtou into the house, while Yang Huamei entered the east room to see Mrs. Tan.

Mr. Tan was lying on the bed and fell asleep, snoring loudly.

The woman from the Zhang family who was serving her was sitting sideways by the bed, still holding a small tiger-head shoe in her hand.

This is for her grandson, who will be two years old soon. As a grandmother, she doesn't have much free time during the day. She can only have some free time to do some needlework when Tan falls asleep at night. She is very interested in her grandson.

Have some fun.

Seeing Yang Huamei come in, Mrs. Zhang's wife quickly put down her little shoes and stood up, smiled at Yang Huamei, then glanced at Mrs. Tan who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said hello to Yang Huamei in a low voice.

"Why did Meier come here at night? Did she come alone?"

Yang Huamei smiled back at the Zhang family woman and said softly, "I'm coming back with my father to see my mother."

The Zhang family woman nodded and quickly stepped aside to make more space for Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei came to the bedside and looked at Mrs. Tan's sleeping form, "How much did my mother eat at night?"

"I ate a bowl of poached egg noodles with lard at noon. I complained at night that I couldn't eat any more. I was afraid that my aunt would be hungry in the middle of the night, so I mixed a bowl of rice cereal for her and ate it with a spoonful of sugar."

Yang Huamei nodded with satisfaction. My mother has gained weight, her face is rounder, and her complexion is good. Her once neat cheeks now have a double chin.

"My mother has never recognized anyone these days, right?" Yang Huamei asked the Zhang family again.

The Zhang family member nodded, "Yes, I have always been sick and don't recognize people. Hey, my aunt is so pitiful!"

He didn't recognize anything, he didn't know who he was, he was just like a two or three year old child.

A bitter smile appeared on Yang Huamei's lips, "My mother has this disease, and she really suffers from it, but sometimes, this disease may make her less miserable."

Just like what happened this time, fortunately my mother was so ill that no one could recognize her. If my mother had been clear-headed, she would have heard what was said outside.

According to my mother's strong character all her life, she would definitely not be able to bear it, and she would most likely cause a fuss.

Therefore, good fortune may come from illness, and good fortune may depend on misfortune!

Yang Huamei leaned down and gently tucked Tan's bed. No matter how much the old woman in front of her made her brother and sister-in-law dislike her, she was one of the few people left in the world who was kind to her.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a matter of heart and lungs.

People all over the world can dislike this old woman, despise her, and wish she would die soon, but as a daughter, it is impossible for her to have such thoughts, because this is her biological mother, and she is harsh to others.

It is truly good to myself and my two sons.

"Auntie, my mother has worked so hard for you to take so much trouble. You are doing your best to her. As children, we all see it, especially my brothers. Naturally, we will not treat you badly."

Before leaving, Yang Huamei told the Zhang family again.

The Zhang family was flattered and waved their hands hurriedly, saying repeatedly: "Meier, you're welcome. Since I took the money and took on this job, I must correct my conscience. Everyone gets old, right?"

"

Yang Huamei nodded and left the east room with peace of mind.

…

Yang Huazhong arranged the work in the fields and spent the next few days keeping an eye on Old Yang.

It turned out that Lao Yangtou had really improved. He didn't go under the old maple tree to watch Huang scold him for several days.

After Mr. Huang finished cursing and went home, Old Yang Tougang slowly walked out from home in his wheelchair and walked around the village, chatting with a few familiar old men.

Seeing the improvement in Lao Yangtou, Yang Huazhong was secretly pleased.

No matter how you say it, no matter how confused and stubborn your father is, he still listened to what his children said about this matter and has no further contact with the Huang family.

Because Lao Yangtou restrained his behavior, those rumors gradually faded away in the next few days.

But Mr. Huang still came to the village regardless of rain or shine to curse.

After scolding him, he went back to cook and delivered the food to Zhang Xiangzi in Shanchong.

"Mom, please get me out, I'm going to die in here..."

Every time when meals were delivered, Zhang Xiangzi cried inside and Huang cried outside. Every time Huang went down the mountain, it was as if he was parting from life or death.

"Son, it's not that Mom doesn't want to save you, it's that Mom doesn't have the ability to save you!"

"Mom, come here tomorrow and bring a hammer and an ax. Cut off this lock and I can come out."

Huang was stunned for a moment, then leaned down to look at the lock again.

This lock is not very big, and it is very light in your hand. You can definitely cut it open with an axe.

"Oh, my son is still smart. Why didn't I think of this? Yes, I will smash it tomorrow, but you can't go back to the village if you smash it. If they see it, they will send you to the government.

.”

"Mom, I'm not going back to the village. I'm going to hide somewhere else. If I'm locked up here, I'll go crazy, and I might even die. If I run out, at least I'll be alive, right?"

When I gain a foothold outside one day, I will send you a message and pick you up to enjoy the happiness with me!"

So, when Mrs. Huang came to deliver food to Zhang Xiangzi the next day, she carried a basket and a bamboo basket on her back, which was covered with a handkerchief.

She left the village early in the morning while the villagers were still up, but she met a man face-to-face at the entrance of the village.

"It's bright today, are you going to deliver food to Xiangzi?"

That's right, the person who asked the question was none other than Lao Yangtou.

Mrs. Huang panicked and cursed: "It's none of your business, old man..."

She felt guilty that she wanted to do bad things, and she stumbled when she walked. No, she kicked Lao Yang's head and the wheelchair fell and was chewed up in the mud.

The dry food and clothes in the basket, and the axes and hammers in the backpack were all thrown out.

Mr. Huang was lying on the ground dumbfounded, and Lao Yangtou was also dumbfounded.

Huang came to her senses and immediately got up to pick up something, but her arm was grabbed by Old Yangtou.

"You went to deliver food to Xiangzi, why did you bring these things?" Lao Yangtou lowered his face and asked suspiciously.

Mrs. Huang was afraid that Old Yangtou would shout out, so she trembled with fear, but she still said stubbornly: "You care about me..."

"Are you trying to break the lock of the small room and let Xiangzi go?" Old Yangtou asked Huang again.

Huang was so frightened that her thoughts were revealed, and she was about to cry.

At this time, Lao Yangtou suddenly thrust something into her hand.

"Here, take this money bag. Xiangzi can't go anywhere without some money."

Huang was stunned, looking straight at Lao Yangtou who was sitting in the wheelchair, and then at the money bag in his hand.
Chapter completed!