"Okay, I won't say anything anymore. You are the right person. Whatever you say and do makes sense."

Old Yangtou muttered and pushed the wheelchair towards the door.

Yang Huazhong was hurt again by these words, "Dad, whose family are you from, and whose side are you on?"

From behind, Yang Huazhong asked word by word.

"You don't feel sorry at all for Mianmian being bullied by Zhang Xiangzi, and you don't show any sympathy for me, an upright errand, and you still say such things,

If those unimportant people in the village say such things, I won’t take them seriously, but when they come out of your mouth, it’s really uncomfortable!”

The wheelchair stopped, and after a moment of silence, Old Yang said without looking back: "I'm just a lame old man, what does it matter where I stand? When you get old, you have nothing...

"

After that, the old man shook his head and pushed the wheelchair creaking away.

Yang Huazhong froze in place, watching the old man's leaving figure, the blood on his face fading away little by little.

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and the world in front of his eyes began to spin. The man's tall body fell to the ground, just like a majestic mountain peak falling to the ground.

Mrs. Sun happened to come out of the main room and saw this scene and screamed in shock.

The woman rushed forward, but she was not strong enough to lift him up. Xiaohua was looking after the child in the backyard and hurried over after hearing the news.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law tried their best to help Yang Huazhong into the house, let him lie on the rocking chair, pinched him, poured sugar water, and invited Uncle Fu. After a while of fussing, Yang Huazhong slowly woke up.

In front of them were Mrs. Sun and Xiaohua, whose eyes were red from crying, and Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun were also there.

Blacksmith Luo and Xiao Jie's father were asking Uncle Fu about the situation in detail. In addition to the sobbing of the women, Yang Huazhong also heard Uncle Fu's lowered voice.

"...The third child is impatient, has a hard temper, and can't stand stimulation. Especially his head is a fragile thing, and his blood is rising..."

Uncle Fu didn't say much more about the rest, because when Xiaohua saw Yang Huazhong woke up, she shouted "Dad" in surprise.

Everyone gathered around the rocking chair. Uncle Fu said to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, you are already sick, why are you so anxious to get angry? The blood has rushed to the brain, so it is easy to die suddenly. In the future,

You must be calm and never do this again!"

Because he and Yang Huazhong were old acquaintances who had been dealing with each other for a lifetime, Uncle Fu didn't mince words and gave direct instructions.

Yang Huazhong was ashamed and nodded.

Previously, he was angry because of the old man's words. It seems that he has to stay away from him from now on, otherwise his life will be in danger.

Uncle Fu left, and the others left one after another after greeting Yang Huazhong. Xiaohua went to the backyard to make medicine, and only Sun was left with Yang Huazhong.

Mrs. Sun was still scared, and her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

"Dad Qing'er, if something happens to you, how do you want me to deal with it? How do you want this family to deal with it? Wuwuwu..." The woman covered her mouth and sobbed.

Yang Huazhong stretched out his hand, held Sun's hand tightly and put it on his chest. His voice was weak: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine. Nothing will happen to me."

"But you...really scared me to death before." Sun said.

She stretched out her other hand and instead held Yang Huazhong's hand tightly with both hands, "Lao San, you promise me that you will never care about what our father says in the future. You should ignore it, don't listen to it, and if you hear it, don't go there."

Go to your heart,

If you take it seriously, if you get angry again, our family will lose its backbone."

Yang Huazhong's eyes were red and he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, in my heart, he is no longer my father."

…

The funeral of the old Zhang family is in full swing. It is said that Mr. Huang has been in a coma, has a high fever, talks nonsense, and cannot participate in the funeral at all.

Because Zhang Xiangzi was not married, at Zhang Lezi's strong insistence, Zhang Daxiang's eldest son was adopted into the name of his brother-in-law Zhang Xiangzi. At the funeral, Zhang Xiangzi wore sackcloth and showed mourning, threw pots and held banners to summon souls...

Yang Huazhong asked Sun to buy some incense and candles and other things and go to Lao Zhang's house to burn longevity incense. He himself could not come to the scene in person because he fell ill. He lay in bed every day taking medicine and resting, and the world would spin when he went to the ground.

"I haven't been sick like this for many years..."

Before going to bed at night, Yang Huazhong sat on the bed, and Mrs. Sun sat beside the bed to feed him medicine.

Feng'er was also sitting at the end of the bed, holding a piece of snack in her hand and looking at Grandpa with her big eyes blinking.

Beside, Xiaohua was holding a Fuwa in her arms.

Yang Huazhong continued: "The last time I lay in bed like this and let you serve me was the time when I broke my leg more than ten years ago, right?"

Mrs. Sun looked sideways and thought for a while, then nodded lightly: "Yes, Qing'er fell into the pond and became seriously ill. You went to the town to get her medicine, and when you came back, the car and the person with you were overturned under the river dam.

went."

Thinking of that experience, Sun still felt palpitated.

Yang Huazhong looked at Sun with shame, "It's my fault for making you follow me and make you afraid..."

Mrs. Sun came back to her senses, smiled tenderly at him, and shook her head: "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken, marry a dog, follow the dog. There will never be smooth sailing in this life. The one we got here by bumps and bruises is the best."

Yang Huazhong nodded and looked at Feng'er and Fuwa again.

Grandchildren are what makes him most gratified.

Especially this little granddaughter, who has been raised to be fat and fat, and looks very strange. The name is also good, Fuwa.

Seeing Yang Huazhong looking towards the Fuwa, Xiaohua hugged the Fuwa closer so that Yang Huazhong could have a clearer look.

Yang Huazhong teased Fuwa twice, then waved his hand, "I am a good man. You should keep your children away from each other these days. After the illness is gone, it will not get better."

Mrs. Sun also thought it was reasonable and said to Xiao Hua: "Your father's concerns are reasonable. We have a patient in our family now. It will be even worse if the children make any mistakes again."

"Hua'er, please take the children back."

Xiaohua nodded and left with the two children.

Only Yang Huazhong and Sun were left in the room. Yang Huazhong said to Sun, "When I was recuperating these past two days, I was thinking about one thing."

"What's going on?" asked Sun.

"It's about Yongxian's money bag." Yang Huazhong said.

Sun frowned slightly.

Yang Huazhong continued: "I always feel that it is impossible for this money bag to appear on Zhang Xiangzi for no reason. The direct cause of Zhang Xiangzi's death is obvious to everyone. He was killed by a wild beast.

But here, I always feel that besides Huang’s breaking of locks, there are other people involved.”

"It would not be surprising if other people in the village were close to the old Zhang family, or if relatives of the old Zhang family secretly gave Zhang Xiangzi money to escape. Everyone has selfish motives.
Chapter completed!