"Third brother, you, fourth boy and Mei'er should go and persuade your father. He has been sitting under the old maple tree all day every day. If he gets cold, he will be in trouble."

On this day, the north wind was blowing loudly mixed with snow particles. Little old Yangtou found Yang Huazhong and said the above words.

Yang Huazhong had a sullen face and said nothing.

Mrs. Sun looked anxious and worried.

It happened that Yang Huamei came to deliver a basket. Two days ago, Sun gave Yang Huamei a basket full of cabbages. Now Yang Huamei returned the basket.

I happened to hear what little old Yangtou said, and he was so angry that he put the empty basket heavily on the table.

"Uncle, if this happens in the future, please don't come here to tell me. We really don't want to hear about the old man." Yang Huamei said.

Little old Yangtou could only smile bitterly.

"I don't want to bother you with this matter, but I'm really worried that if your father freezes up, you guys will be in more trouble..."

Yang Huazhong turned around and interrupted little old Yang Tou: "Uncle, he doesn't listen to your advice, let alone us?"

"If we go, not only will we not be able to persuade him to go back, but we will also embolden his arrogance."

Little old Yangtou was speechless.

Sun said: "If that doesn't work, how about building a shelter under the old maple tree to protect it from the wind?"

Yang Huazhong said: "It's not appropriate to build a shed. If you want to build a shed, build a temple for him and then worship him!"

Sun, Yang Huamei and little old Yang Touquan were dumbfounded.

"Third brother, don't say such angry words. Just pretend that I didn't mention this matter today." Little old Yang waved his hand and said.

Yang Huazhong had a sullen face and remained silent.

Yang Huamei said to little old Yang Tou: "Brother-in-law, my father is just like that terminally ill man. Yongxian is the only medicine in the world that can cure him, and no one else will work."

Sun said: "Brother-in-law, I'm going to find some of dad's cotton-padded clothes, as well as his cloak and cloak. Could you please bring them back?"

Yang Huamei nodded repeatedly: "Sister-in-law is still thoughtful and asked him to wear more clothes so that he can stay warm all day long when he comes out."

Soon, Mrs. Sun picked up several pieces of clothes belonging to Old Yangtou. One of them was a new cotton-padded jacket made by Mrs. Sun for Old Yangtou after picking cotton this fall.

Little old Yangtou took these clothes and once again lamented that the old brother was so blessed that he didn't know how to be blessed.

After little old Yangtou left, Yang Huazhong looked at the gloomy sky outside, "When Yongxian left, he left a letter to Mei Ying. The letter said he would be back in ten days at most. It has been twelve days, and there is still no sign.

What you say is really unreliable."

In this regard, Sun and Yang Huamei didn't know what to say.

Yang Huazhong sighed again: "I have a hundred or so taels of silver in my pocket, and I don't know where I went to eat and drink. After I squandered all my money and took on a lot of debt, I might come back."

Unexpectedly, Yang Huazhong's words came to nothing this time.

Because Yang Yongxian came back unexpectedly.

When I left, I was alone, and when I came back, I was accompanied by a follower in a carriage.

The person who came to report the news was Mrs. Sun. Mrs. Sun was cleaning the pig pen in the backyard. When she heard the sound of carriages and horses outside, she immediately climbed over the wall and poked her head out. She happened to see Yang Yongxian sticking his head out of the carriage.

So the elder Sun stuffed the broom into Xiaojie's father's hand, turned around and ran out, and quickly told Yang Huazhong and Sun about the incident. Yang Huamei hadn't left yet and listened attentively.

"Sister, did you read that correctly?" asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "Your sister, I haven't gotten dizzy yet, so I read that right!"

Yang Huazhong thought for a moment and said, "Since I'm back, I'll go take a look."

Yang Huamei followed: "I'm going with Third Brother."

Under the old maple tree.

Little old Yangtou was standing in front of old Yangtou with a cotton coat in his hand, trying to persuade him to go back, but to no avail. He also tried to persuade him to buy some clothes, but to no avail.

Old Yang, who had been sitting there stiffly with his neck seemingly unable to move, suddenly stretched his neck and stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" asked little old Yangtou, but he was pulled aside by old Yangtou.

"Yongxian? Is this Yongxian here?"

The old man gave a trembling shout to the carriage that was slowly driving up the pond.

The carriage stopped, and a man jumped out of the carriage, shouted under the old maple tree: "Master!" and ran towards it quickly.

"Ha, it's Yongxian. It's really Yongxian. My eldest grandson is back!"

Old Yangtou excitedly pushed the wheelchair forward to pick him up. Yang Yongxian quickly came to Old Yangtou and knelt down on his knees with a thud.

"Master, my grandson is unfilial. He delayed his return for two days due to the many things at hand, which made me worried."

Yang Yongxian lay on Lao Yangtou's knees, his face full of shame.

Old Yangtou held Yang Yongxian's face with both hands, looked at it carefully, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, just come back."

Yang Yongxian held Old Yang's cold hand, his eyes red.

"Master, my grandson is unfilial and made me wait for a long time."

"As long as I'm here, it'll be fine, just come back!" Old Yangtou murmured, pulling Yang Yongxian up, and then told little old Yangtou: "My eldest grandson is back now, and he must prepare some good food and money for it.

It’s my fault that my eldest grandson has lost weight. He has lost a lot of weight. I need to give him some good supplements!”

When little old Yangtou saw Yang Yongxian, he didn't have much favorable impression, but because Yang Yongxian came back, the old brother could finally go home under the old maple tree, so little old Yangtou also smiled.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go back quickly!"

Yang Yongxian stood up and said to Old Yang Tou: "Master, let me carry you into the carriage. It's windy along the way and there are still snow particles falling."

Only then did Lao Yangtou realize that Yang Yongxian was followed by a carriage. The driver was holding the reins and standing aside respectfully, waiting.

"This is what you rented, right? Don't delay him, let him go back early." Old Yangtou said.

Yang Yongxian smiled: "Master, this is my own carriage, and the driver is also one of my own."

He signaled to the coachman, who quickly bent down and lifted the curtain of the carriage. Yang Yongxian leaned over and picked up Old Yang's head and carried him to the carriage.

The driver quickly came over and picked up Old Yangtou's wheelchair and put it on it too.

Yang Yongxian turned around and said respectfully to the little old Yangtou who was still standing here: "Little grandpa, please get in the car too, and we will take you home together."

The curtain of the carriage behind him was half lifted, and Old Yang poked his face out and said to Yang Yongxian: "Yongxian, your father and I have been living with your little grandpa these days. The carriage goes directly to your little grandpa."

Go home."

Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment, and without asking any further questions, he directly invited little old Yangtou to get on the carriage, jumped on, and ordered the coachman to hurry up.

Old Yangtou was sitting in the carriage. Although the strong wind was blowing with snow particles outside, he had all the curtains rolled up.
Chapter completed!