"Who in the hell caused me, Meier, to be like this? Which one?"

Mrs. Tan held Yang Huamei in her arms, shook her head, and launched her lion's roar like a golden lion king.

The sound waves shook out in circles, and the women of the old Wang family who were originally guarding the bed and wanted to make a good sale under Tan's nose were all frightened to step back.

"Send someone over, hand over someone quickly, or I'll fight you one by one!"

With a flick of Tan's finger, all the men and women of the old Wang family in front of her were included in her target range.

Yang Huazhong and the others deliberately remained silent, allowing Tan to get angry.

Yang Ruoqing was not in the house, so she and Yang Huazhou went to the house of a man named Zhang Youfu in the village.

Zhang Youfu is thirty-five this year and has not yet married a wife. He lives with his paralyzed mother in three low adobe houses.

When Zhang Youfu is busy, he does farm work at home and grows some grain to feed himself and his wife.

During the off-season, he would find some work to supplement his family's income. He would move firewood from the grove behind the village to his home day and night, piling it up in the yard and even walking along the path in the middle.

During the twelfth lunar month, he would go to the town by the truckload to haul firewood and sell it. He would earn twenty or thirty cents a day, buy medicine for his mother, and buy some meat to beat her teeth as a sacrifice.

Why is it that such a loyal and honest man, hardworking and filial, cannot marry his wife?

Because there was a rumor in the village in the early years that Zhang Youfu had some physical problems and was not a real man.

A man cannot do what a man should do, just like a woman cannot give birth to a baby.

No matter how good he or she is in other aspects, it is too difficult to start a family...

It is said that Zhang Youfu came out to defend himself a few years ago, and his mother was so angry that she started arguing and fighting with those who were gossiping. But the more this happened, the more people believed that there was something wrong with Zhang Youfu.

Later, Zhang's mother was so angry that she suffered a stroke and was paralyzed, and Zhang Youfu fell silent...

No matter what the truth of the matter is, Zhang Youfu has been slapped with the label of being inhumane.

"Blessed? Are you blessed to be at home?"

The uncle and nephew stopped outside the yard of Zhang Youfu's house, and Yang Huazhou stepped forward to shout.

Yang Ruoqing was looking around.

Changping Village has more than 200 households and a population of nearly 2,000. It is the largest village in Shiliba Village.

It takes a while to walk from the south end of the village to the north end of the village. Although it is a big village, to put it bluntly, the north and south are no different from two villages.

Take Yang Ruoqing as an example. Unless she comes to the south under special circumstances, her basic movement trajectory is at the entrance of the village and the north.

It's quite novel to be standing outside the yard of Zhang Youfu's house, looking around.

Looking around, Zhang Youfu's family is really poor. The yard is full of firewood.

If he had the ability to turn stone into gold and turn all this firewood into gold firewood with a wave of his hand, he would have enough food and clothing for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that Zhang Youfu is just an ordinary banker and doesn't have those golden fingers.

"Coming, coming."

Zhang Youfu's voice came from the house, and soon he ran over from the path in the yard.

"Uncle Yang Wu? Mrs. Luo? You, why are you here?"

Zhang Youfu was surprised when he saw the two people standing in front of him, and then he became cautious.

In the cold winter months, when others wear cotton-padded jackets and have to hunch their necks, Zhang Youfu is better off wearing single clothes.

The sleeves of his single coat were rolled up to his arms, and he was wearing a pair of slippers on his bare feet.

"Blessed, why did you run out without putting on any clothes on such a cold day? Come on, hurry up, go inside and put on your clothes, shoes and socks!"

Regardless of age or seniority, Yang Huazhou is older than Zhang Youfu, so talking to Zhang Youfu is very direct.

Zhang Youfu scratched his head in embarrassment, "No, don't worry, Fifth Uncle, why don't you come in and drink tea?"

His invitation was hesitant and not pleasant at all.

Let the invited party clearly feel his lack of sincerity.

But both Yang Huazhou and Yang Ruoqing understood that it wasn't that Zhang Youfu was so stingy that he couldn't bear to part with those two bowls of tea, but that he had low self-esteem.

Yang Huazhou said: "Thank you, I won't drink the tea anymore. We heard about the pond falling into the water earlier. Thank you for saving my sister!"

When news about Yang Huamei reached the old Yang family, the old Yang family immediately divided into two groups.

Naturally, I accompanied Mr. Tan to visit Yang Huamei along the way.

The other way is to see the savior Zhang Youfu as soon as possible and send a verbal thank you first, which means that Lao Yang's family is already aware of this matter.

This is an attitude.

Later, when things become more stable, Yang Huazhong and the others will come to express their gratitude in person.

As for whether Lao Wang's family will come over, it's none of Lao Yang's business. Lao Yang's family came out to express their gratitude to Zhang Youfu for saving Lao Yang's daughter.

Hearing Yang Huazhou explain his intention, Zhang Youfu smiled simply.

"It's nothing. If other people saw it, they would help me."

It was so cold that when he spoke, there was a circle of white air around his mouth, his arms shrank, and his teeth trembled slightly.

Yang Huazhou said: "Fortunately, you go and do your work first, and we'll come back at night!"

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Zhang Youfu trembled and ran back to the house. He was not in a hurry to get dressed, but returned to his mother's room and gave his mother the bowl of hot tea he had just poured.

There was a puddle of filth on the floor beside the bed that had not yet been cleaned up. It was the filth that his mother had vomited earlier.

"Mom, drink some tea to moisten your throat."

I had a sore throat from vomiting earlier, so drinking some tea would be good for the old man.

Zhang's mother shook her head: "You're lucky if you're not too busy drinking. Hurry up and put on your clothes, be careful not to get cold!"

Zhang Youfu had no choice but to put the tea bowl aside and turned back to his room.

After a while, he put on his clothes and came back. This time, Zhang's mother drank a few sips of hot tea.

Zhang Youfu felt relieved now and let his old mother lie down again, while he picked up the broom next to him and continued to sweep the dirt on the floor.

After rescuing Yang Huamei earlier, he handed her to other villagers nearby and asked them to carry her back to Lao Wang's house, while he hurried home to change clothes.

Just after changing the clothes inside, the mother in the next room vomited. He immediately rushed over to take care of her. In the middle of taking care of her, Yang Huazhou and the others shouted outside, so they had to run out in a panic...

After all this time, I was so cold that my hand holding the broom was shaking.

Zhang's mother was lying on a pile of shabby quilts, tilting her head and looking at her son who was cleaning in front of the bed. Two lines of old tears slid down the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks.

"You kid, you hide everything from me. You were obviously trying to save someone from falling into the water, but you must have accidentally slipped..."

Zhang Youfu raised his head and smiled at his mother: "Hey, there's nothing to say about this. I'm just being nice."
Chapter completed!