Changping Village.

Jiang Xianjun stayed at Lao Jiangtou's place for three days. During these three days, he never left the house or took a step forward.

In addition to Sun's sending something over that day, Lao Yangtou let Yu Xingkui push him and visited Lao Jiangtou twice in person.

According to what Lao Yangtou said after he came back: "This Jiang Xianjun, after staying in prison for a while, he became so thin that he lost his appearance."

"Before, I thought this boy was pretty good-looking, with red lips, white teeth and a good skin, better than three generations of the Jiang family."

"Looking at it now, it's really not enough. It looks like it has aged several years. How does it look like a young man of eighteen or nineteen?"

Yang Huazhong also lamented: "A place like a prison is definitely not meant for people. When I was thrown into prison, I only stayed for two or three days and I couldn't bear it any longer."

There were some things that Yang Huazhong never mentioned to his wife and children. Although he was released from prison in time, those days in prison had left a shadow on his heart.

For a long time, he would dream about things in the prison every night.

Growing up, I heard the elders in the village mention what hell is like, with tongues pulled out, mountains of knives, and seas of fire.

In prison, he witnessed the torture of some serious criminals and extremely vicious prisoners...

He thought, maybe hell is like that?

It's always dark there, and in broad daylight you have to rely on pine oil torches on the stone walls to illuminate it.

Even if the sun is scorching outside, it is always dark and damp inside, with the smell of blood and mold everywhere. Water is always dripping from unknown corners, forming puddles of water on the ground.

"Everyone who gets there will lose most of their life. If they can come out with their limbs intact, it's already a good thing."

Old Yangtou's voice awakened Yang Huazhong from those bad memories.

He came back to his senses and met the concerned gaze of Old Yangtou. He heard the old man continue to say: "There are ups and downs in life. Misfortunes and blessings have been together since ancient times. If you survive a disaster, you will be blessed later. Look at you now.

, how great!”

Yang Huazhong strongly agrees with this point.

He would be happy if his misfortune could be exchanged for a smooth journey for his children.

"Dad, when you went to see Jiang Xianjun, besides being thin, was he okay in other aspects?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Even for the sake of Jiang Er, who was under the Nine Springs, he still wanted to care about Jiang Xianjun.

Old Yang shook his head and said, "Yan'er, you said hello to me and then went back to the house to lie down. I heard from his father that he has been sleeping with his head covered for most of the past three days, and I haven't spoken to him much."

"Ah? Is that so?" Yang Huazhong was startled. Thinking about it, who could not feel depressed for a while after such a big change happened in the family?

Unless that person is heartless.

But no matter how heartless a person is, there are always one or two people in this world that he cares about. People are not just jumping out of the cracks in the rocks. Even the most vicious people will still have a little bit of conscience and kindness to treat someone.

Relatives around you.

"Give him some time. As time goes by, he should get better." Old Yangtou sighed and added.

"Humans, they always have to survive. They have to live their lives and look forward." The old man added.

He has experienced the loss of his mother at a young age and the loss of his son in his later years.

"In those years when your eldest brother and second brother left one after another, I was living a different life. I really wished I could go with them."

Old Yangtou lit the dry tobacco stick in his hand, took a puff, blew out the smoke ring and said calmly.

"But I can't let go of this big family, so I grit my teeth and keep living. Who doesn't die? Sooner or later, we will meet one day."

"Just like this, day by day, year by year, as time goes by, the feeling at the beginning will fade a little, and I will only feel sad when I think about it."

Yang Huazhong looked at the old man's sallow and thin face hidden behind the smoke. He was obviously speaking so calmly, but Yang Huazhong's eyes turned red when he heard it.

The brothers grew up together. Even when their teeth and tongues are bumping into each other, if there is any conflict between brothers in a big family, it is just a matter of talking about breaking the sky.

It is fate that we can be father and son and brothers in this life.

Yes in this life, but maybe not in the next life. Whether there will be a next life is another matter.

"Dad, the eldest brother and the second brother are gone, but you still have us. We will stay with you forever." Yang Huazhong said in a deep voice.

Old Yang nodded.

"Generally speaking, you are all quite filial. Except for one or two things that don't satisfy me, there is basically nothing wrong with you." The old man added.

Yang Huazhong frowned, "Father, we can't agree to anything except Yun Ya's matter. If we agree, we will be sorry to the mother who gave birth to us!"

"As for other things, even if you want to go to heaven, our brothers will find a way to build a ladder for you!"

Old Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, whether he was pleased or helpless.

Finally, it turned into a dull 'um', and both father and son fell into silence.

After a while, Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Sun returned home together. As Mrs. Liu entered the house, the chirping voice instantly broke the silence in the room.

"Dad, third brother, you are all here. I was about to come over to tell you that I have found a good girl for Yongqing!"

The news brought by Mrs. Liu was like a stone thrown into a calm pond, causing ripples of excitement in circles.

Old Yang immediately put out the fireworks in his hand, raised his head and asked Mrs. Liu: "Which village are you from? How many people are in the family? What kind of people are they? How old is the girl? What's her character? Does she look good?"

Yang Huazhong also put away his thoughts and focused on his nephew's marriage. Although he didn't ask, he kept his ears open and his eyes unblinking.

Mrs. Sun asked Mrs. Liu to sit down before talking, but Mrs. Liu did not sit down. She stood on the open space in front of the table, as if she could speak better only by standing.

"The girl this time is from Zhengjia Village, her name is Zheng Xiuzhi."

"Zheng Xiuzhi? Hmm..." Old Yangtou squinted his eyes and savored the name carefully, "Zhi from Zhilan Yushu, Xiunai Neixiu, this girl's name doesn't have to be chosen, unlike that Liu E, who just sounds like her.

The master who likes to make trouble!"

Both Liu and Sun only knew a few words, which they learned from their own men and children.

Both women were a little confused by what Old Yangtou said.

But Yang Huazhong had no education back then, and he knew a thing or two about the allusions of some words.

"Dad, Liu E's E is not Yao Mozi's moth, she is Empress E's daughter-in-law..."

"She's the only one? She's the Queen's Queen? She's more like a squawking white goose!"

Yang Huazhong's explanation was angrily interrupted by Lao Yangtou, who further misinterpreted it.

Yang Huazhong touched his nose and saw that Old Yang Tou was deliberately belittling Liu E, so there was no need for him to correct him. The old man had studied as much as he did.
Chapter completed!