dognovel Chapter 1194: Will You Be Punished by God?
Chapter 1194: Will You Be Punished by God?
Chapter 1194: Will You Be Punished by God?
"I'm back from learning martial arts," Liu Haizhong came out of the house carrying two benches and greeted Li Xuewu when he saw him.
"You didn't bring the children back?"
"No, my mom and I came back together."
Li Xuewu responded and was about to step forward to help him, but Sha Zhu was closer and reached out to help.
"Sit down for a while and rest your feet."
Liu Haizhong looked back at the house and saw that the third brother had also come out, so he ordered, "Go boil two pots of water."
"Hey--"
Liu Guangfu was very happy. He put down the two stools he had just brought out and went to light the stove without even touching the ground.
Yi Zhonghai propped himself up and moved to the side of the stool and sat down. He pounded his legs and motioned for Li Xuewu to sit down as well.
Li Xuewu observed the courtesy and waited for Liu Haizhong to sit down before he picked up a square stool and sat down.
Seeing the Big-Faced Cat and the Moon Gate dodging each other, he waved.
"Stop it tonight and send it out tomorrow morning."
Yi Zhonghai and Li Xuewu were chatting with each other, talking about the funeral arrangements for the deaf old lady.
After a while, the third uncle Yan Fugui and Lao Qi and others from the front yard also came in.
They followed the same memorial method as Li Xuewu had just done, some kowtowed, some bowed.
Because Auntie and Diliya had passed away, there was only Yu Shui crying in the mourning hall, and Sha Zhu knelt at the door to return the greeting.
When Yan Fugui came over to bow, Yi Zhonghai moved forward to return the greeting, but the other party held his arm.
Regarding this matter, no matter what your status is in normal times, when it comes to funerals, there are only two people: the host and the mourners.
Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu were in mourning, so they had to kneel down to return the greeting, and those who came to pay their respects certainly couldn't make things difficult for them.
Although there is a house with a deaf old lady here, everyone living in this courtyard knows how the old lady has taken care of the old lady for so many years.
"I got it, I got it, don't cry."
Lao Qi kowtowed in front of the mourning hall, and quickly reached out to support Sha Zhu who was kowtowed in return. He also said something to He Yushui in the mourning hall, and then came to the crowd.
"Did you just get off work?"
"you do not say--"
Lao Qi took out cigarettes from his pocket and wanted to distribute them to everyone, but Sha Zhu pressed his hand and handed him a cigarette.
He didn't care much about it. He took Sha Zhu's cigarette, asked him to light it for him, and then sat next to Li Xuewu.
"We entered the courtyard right after Uncle Sanye and I."
"It was fine in the morning."
Yan Fugui took over the conversation, looked at the old man and said, "I asked Zhuzi when he came out from the backyard, and he said he chatted with him for a while."
"The oil is running out, and I have put in my last bit of effort."
Sha Zhu held a cigarette in his hand and passed it around to everyone, saying, "It should be the last gasp of the last breath at noon."
Everyone knew this, otherwise Shazhu would not have been able to take leave and would have worked half a day.
Yi Zhonghai is now a member of the factory's safety production standardization promotion working group and is no longer in the workshop.
Of course, it’s not an office, but a worker who participates in this work with professional skills.
The working group has a lot of tasks to do, and it is responsible for guiding and helping each workshop to complete the standardization of production safety.
It was more difficult for him to take leave than Sha Zhu. He waited for Sha Zhu's letter at the factory and then rushed back.
"Okay, I'm quite content—"
Yi Zhonghai sighed deeply and said in a hoarse voice: "I have not suffered any hardship or trouble. I am blessed with a long life."
"That's right, you are a blessed person."
Yan Fugui held a cigarette between his ears, hugged his left knee with both hands, nodded and agreed: "If she really collapses on the bed, let alone take care of her, she will be uncomfortable herself."
"I have been strong all my life—"
Sha Zhu squatted on the ground and rummaged in his pocket, wanting to smoke a cigarette, but all he got out was an empty cigarette box.
Li Xuewu threw the half-empty box of cigarettes in his pocket to him. He caught it and put one in his mouth.
After lighting it, he wanted to throw it back, but Li Xuewu waved his hand, so he put it in his pocket.
"The hardest thing to ask for help is asking for help. When he was dying, he said he only owed an uncle and an aunt."
"I don't even think about owing anything."
Yi Zhonghai said in a deep voice: "After so many years, even if she's not my biological mother, she's still my biological mother."
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The big-faced cat seemed a little afraid of the atmosphere here. When he saw Uncle Wu waving, he moved over after a while.
"Uncle Wu——"
"Have you finished feeding the chickens?"
Li Xuewu looked at the fat boy who was standing leaning against him and rubbed his big head.
Bang Geng secretly glanced at the candles and coffin in the mourning hall, his face showing curiosity and solemnity.
"Do you know where the tea leaves are in my room?"
Seeing that he just nodded and didn't say anything, Li Xuewu turned his head and pointed to the house opposite.
"Pick out any chairs and benches you can carry and bring them here. Also, help me get the tea leaves and cigarettes from under the coffee table."
The big-faced cat was a little courageous after being ordered around by him, and ran to the other side.
At this moment, several boys from the front and back yards brought over an octagonal table, and Diliya brought some tea cups and bowls.
There aren’t so many rules in the compound. Even if you’re drinking tea, if there are too many people, you can only use bowls.
This is also because Li Xuewu brought out his own tea, otherwise everyone would only be able to drink hot water.
It’s not that the eldest master and Shazhu didn’t make any preparations, it’s just that the funeral was approaching and there weren’t enough people to help.
Especially now that it’s time to get off work, the neighbors in the front and back yards and on both sides have all returned.
I got home and packed up, then came here to pay my respects before dinner.
No matter whether they are relatives or not, or whether we have regular contact or not, if they don’t come today, or if they have something to do at home tomorrow, no one else will go.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Shazhu and the old man knelt back down again.
Diliya was busy here, and an old lady wiped her tears and returned to the mourning hall from home.
Several groups of people came from the courtyard and all kowtowed.
Those who had intentions came over with a few pieces of paper money, while those who had no such intentions came over to pay their respects, said a few words to the old man and Sha Zhu, and then turned around and went back.
The big-faced cat was obedient and was now moving a few stools out of Li Xuewu's house.
He ran back and came out again with a box of tea and a pack of cigarettes in his arms.
Li Xuewu took the cigarettes, opened a box and threw it on the eight-immortals table, and threw the rest to Sha Zhu.
As for the tea leaves, he handed them to Liu Guangfu who came out carrying a large kettle.
"Guangfu, put more tea leaves in there!"
Seeing that Liu Guangfu was a little embarrassed to put the tea into the big kettle after taking the tea bucket, Yan Fugui greeted him.
Everyone looked at him with contempt in their eyes.
But everyone in the courtyard knew what kind of person he was, and Li Xuewu, who took the tea, didn't need it, so no one said anything to him.
Another thing is, this is a funeral, and any quarrel would be unworthy of one's age.
So, when everyone heard him talking, they just thought he was farting.
Liu Guangfu has been talking less since he came back from the fight, and he would just respond and do what his father told him to do.
Talking less doesn’t mean a person is stupid; he or she can still be very smart.
He listened to what the third uncle said but it was as if he didn't hear anything.
He knew exactly how much tea leaves to put in such a big kettle, and he couldn't just waste it.
This tea is on the opposite side, not an enemy.
Another thing is, Li Xuewu is sitting here, how could he be deceived by the third uncle?
Li Xuewu didn't care about it after so long, but he didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.
Should I blame the third uncle or him when the time comes?
The third uncle didn't run away, he can't be stupid.
The large kettle was used to brew tea, and he poured tea into the tea bowls and rice bowls on the table.
The old man and Shazhu were both kneeling there answering the questions. Without the host inviting them, anyone who wanted to drink tea could do so.
After what happened last year and the changes that happened to his sons as they grew up, Liu Haizhong understood a lot.
This time, he did not sit and watch the fun like Yan Fugui, but stood next to the old man and acted as a busybody.
When someone came with knives and paper, he told them where to put them. When neighbors from the yard and the street came, he invited them to come to the table for tea.
When people came to pay their respects and kowtow in return, he had to act as the person who responded, reminding the filial daughters in the mourning hall, and also helping the old man and Sha Zhu.
Because a man has come, Sha Zhu has to get up and light a cigarette, and even an old man has to be polite.
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There was no music, no funeral music or firecrackers, and no food to entertain us. There were only tables, chairs, and benches that everyone had put together, and a bowl of hot tea.
However, those who came to pay their respects were very understanding, because after all, this was not someone's old man.
Those who can come here also come with their heart.
Sha Zhu and the old man did not prepare any meals, but they did not accept any gifts either, so neither of them would attract any attention.
Sitting in the courtyard in front of the mourning hall, with a 200-watt light bulb overhead that had been turned on in the afternoon, the men drank tea, smoked, and chatted. Some came and some left.
Taking the time to catch up with the mourning hall, Li Xuewu patted the big-faced cat on the back and said, "Come on, man, kowtow to the old lady."
The big-faced cat looked up at him in surprise and confusion, thinking that his mother and grandmother would be here soon.
But out of trust and respect for Uncle Wu, he didn't say a word and just did what Uncle Wu taught him.
Li Xuewu put his arm around his shoulders and brought him to the front of the mourning hall.
At this moment, everyone in the yard fell silent, looking at the two figures, one tall and one short, with different expressions in their eyes.
Li Xuewu, holding a stick, taught him step by step how to bow, kowtow and salute.
The old man and Shazhu also performed the etiquette solemnly, without missing a step, including the final offering of cigarettes.
Banggeng still doesn't understand why this is done, nor does he understand what these etiquettes represent.
He just did whatever Uncle Wu taught him to do, seriously and respectfully.
Uncle Wu asked him to kowtow three times, and he kowtowed three times very honestly.
Uncle Wu asked him to get up and help the old man first, then the silly uncle, and asked him to accept his condolences. He did as he was told.
Finally, at Uncle Wu's reminder, he took the cigarette offered by Uncle Sha with both hands, and then followed Uncle Wu back to the tea table.
He was still confused and hadn't figured out why the adults looked at him differently than before.
When he turned around and saw his mother standing not far away, looking at him with eyes full of relief, he felt that what he was doing was right.
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Before he kowtowed, he was a child; after he kowtowed, he became an adult.
At this moment, Banggeng only knew that he had done something very meaningful and learned some ways of doing things from adults.
As for what the relief in his mother's eyes meant, he had not yet figured it out.
Qin Huairu knew it clearly. When she and her mother-in-law entered the backyard, they saw Li Xuewu teaching his son how to salutation.
At that moment, she was completely stunned.
Even the mother-in-law, who was always talkative, arrogant and unreasonable, just stood there in silence.
Neither her mother-in-law nor she could personally teach and demonstrate such teaching by example.
But these are the rules that the only male in the Jia family needs to learn when setting up a new household.
What does it mean to be an adult? What does it mean to admit it?
Only if you do things according to the rules will you be recognized as a person.
If you want to be treated with the same courtesy and courtesy as adults, you should do what adults should do and follow the rules that adults should follow.
You can't expect an adult to do things with a kid who's peeing and playing in the mud.
You can't ask a child to commit to the responsibilities that adults should take on.
Therefore, when Li Xuewu taught Banggeng to help with the work and to commemorate the deceased with adult etiquette, everyone in the courtyard saw his purpose.
Looking back at Bang Geng's eyes, we will naturally treat him with caution and respect.
This is exactly the emotional value that Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi need. They urgently want the pillar of the family to stand up and support the family.
A man can only show his most authoritative side when it comes to things.
There are some things that women cannot and will not do.
As long as Banggeng has a father, or even an uncle, he will not lack such teaching.
What happens if it is missing?
People will look down on him, and he will inevitably suffer some discrimination during his growth, which will affect his outlook on life.
So, Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard, watching Li Xuewu teach Bang Geng with gratitude.
At this moment, Qin Huairu felt that everything she did for Li Xuewu was worth it.
Jia Zhang also felt so. Ever since her son passed away, she had been watching her daughter-in-law as if she were guarding against a thief. But at this moment, she was finally relieved and felt a great sense of accomplishment.
After guarding against so many men who were bootlickers, she finally waited for a pervert with a conscience. It really paid off her hard work.
Ever since Qin Huairu became a cadre, her family conditions have improved, her life has become better, and there are always people trying to introduce her to a partner.
There are so many good things to say but it's hard to tell whether Qin Huairu is willing or not.
It’s just that if someone introduced him, Qin Huairu would go to see him and meet him.
Before this, she really didn't have the intention to hold back. Anyway, his penis had grown up and he should be able to start a family and build a career in a few years.
Even if Qin Huairu looked for him at this time, it would not be a loss for her or Bang Geng.
As for Li Xuewu, even this ignorant old woman knew that he was a high branch and out of reach.
Qin Huairu was ruthless and acted early, and with her support and encouragement, we are where we are today.
If you think more, you will be punished by God!
So, she had no objection to Qin Huairu wanting to leave Li Xuewu and find a decent man to live with.
But at this moment she figured it out, her head buzzed, and she became smarter.
Even if Qin Huairu found a man, could he be as caring as Li Xuewu is?
No matter how good the stepfather is, can he get the respect of Banggeng, who is already a grown-up?
Although she didn't understand what the rebellious period was, she knew that the boy didn't obey his father.
Now Bang Geng doesn’t even listen to her and Qin Huairu, so how can he listen to his stepfather’s discipline?
As she stood at the door and watched Li Xuewu teaching the stick trick, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.
Recalling some of the things Li Xuewu taught Banggeng, and thinking about the skills Banggeng learned from Li Xuewu.
Think again about how much Banggeng listens to Li Xuewu, and how much care and guidance he will get from Li Xuewu in the future.
At this moment, Jia Zhang glanced at Qin Huairu beside her, and secretly made a decision that went against her ancestors.
Want to find another man?
Give up this idea!
Even if you find the right one, I will ruin it for you!
You can only be Li Xuewu's!
Even if Li Xuewu doesn't look for you, you have to be available. Only when you are available will Li Xuewu take care of you.
Hey! Just tell me whether Jia Zhang is smart or confused. I can only say that she is sometimes smart and sometimes confused.
Only she could come up with such weird logical thinking.
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When women perform rituals and offer sacrifices, their bowing and kneeling postures are different from those of men.
Sometimes the men from the courtyard and the street came together to pay tribute, and sometimes the women from the courtyard came together to pay tribute.
There is absolutely no such thing as men and women paying homage together.
If only men come to the house, it is the men who are responsible for burning paper. If both men and women come to the house, it is the women who are responsible for burning paper.
If there are elders in the family, it is usually the mother-in-law who comes. Young girls and daughters-in-law will not come, or they will be brought by their mother or mother-in-law.
Li Xuewu didn't understand what exactly happened. It might be related to the fact that it was an old lady who passed away, or it might be related to the fact that women were in charge of the household and the money.
For example, Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu knelt down at the bottom of the steps one after the other and bowed. Those who responded were Auntie, Diliya, and He Yushui.
The old man and Shazhu stepped aside.
From then on, there were basically no men around, only women coming in groups as family units.
The three aunties became the main force in returning the greetings.
The men in the yard were sitting at the tea table, and none of them failed to praise the kindness and righteousness of the eldest master and Sha Zhu.
Just for this filial piety and sincerity, I have to say a few words of praise in my heart and with words.
Especially in terms of the thoughtfulness, there is nothing to fault with it.
The mourning cloth at that time was not as extravagant as that in later funerals. It was enough for the host family to afford it.
The eldest uncle and Sha Zhu discussed and decided to use the money left by the old lady for her funeral and to set aside a portion for purchasing mourning clothes.
Of course, not everyone who came to pay their respects was given one, but each family that had a baby was given one.
What is the use of mourning cloth?
Diapers for babies are made of pure cotton cloth, which are comfortable to wear and have good water absorption.
It is said that the older the deceased was, the greater the blessing represented by the mourning cloth, and the better it is for the children to use it.
Li Xuewu didn't ask how old the deaf old lady was, but at least she should be over 70 years old, which is considered a long life.
So this mourning cloth was a token of love that the deaf old lady left for the people in the orphanage, and it was all given to the children.
Yan Jiefang, who came to pay tribute, got a copy.
Ge Shuqin did not come, firstly because her child was still young, and secondly because she did not want to embarrass her mother-in-law. She also did not want to be laughed at by outsiders.
Hou Qinghua would never ask her to come along. If she came alone, people in the courtyard would definitely talk about the relationship between the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law.
So she simply didn't come, and just asked Yan Jiefang to buy two more rolls of paper. When she gave birth to a child, the deaf old lady gave her a gift of money.
From the Li family, it was Li Xuewu’s grandmother who came with Liu Yin, Zhao Yafang, and Li Xue.
Ji Yuxiu couldn't come because she was not married, and would be laughed at if she came, and she didn't have any relatives there.
Everyone came to the recycling station behind the house on their own. Shen Guodong did not just watch the fun and took the initiative to promise to ask people to help with the funeral tomorrow morning.
Those who need to go out will go out, and those who need to go out will go out.
Li Xuewu's grandmother sat here for a while and then got up to go back. He was not impatient with this as he was old after all.
"Almost done, let's clean up and eat."
He greeted the old man and Sha Zhu, and then called to Liu Haizhong, Yan Fugui and others, "Let's go, let's go, let's have some cabbage stewed with tofu in the front yard."
"Please help me tonight. Thank you for your hard work."
The back house has nothing to do with the deaf old lady, and there is no recycling station either, so why should we invite everyone to dinner, and why should we use the excuse of dinner to ask everyone to help keep watch at night?
This is a token of my appreciation, and also for Shen Guodong.
Shen Guodong was busy running around, sending people and vehicles, both for the courtyard and to respond to the call of the street.
It's not just the deaf old lady. If there is any lonely old man on the street, he will bring people to help without waiting for the street to call.
I just did this without asking for anything in return or any reward, but it was all seen by my neighbors and the street.
Why is it that a poor man and a rag collector can be investigated and valued by the organization? This is the key.
This meal was provided by the recycling station and the back house. They wanted this reputation to take care of the old man and Shazhu.
Sha Zhu's family lives in the back house, and now that something has happened, they naturally have to lend a hand.
Just like what grandma said, cabbage stewed with tofu is not a very good dish, but it fits the significance of today's funeral.
After eating this meal, you will have to work harder and help more tonight and tomorrow morning.
Today is Saturday and tomorrow is Sunday.
Those who are still sitting here are either young men or men from various families.
Those who could contribute and wanted to do their best responded to the grandmother's call and followed her to the front yard.
Those who are incapable and unwilling to try their best just follow the instructions and move forward. Whether they go home halfway or leave the hospital, they will understand what is going on.
If you eat this meal and don't see your friend tonight or tomorrow, then you're done on this street.
Something happened at your house, if anyone goes there!
"Xuewu, go eat first, don't wait here--"
Sha Zhu threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and seeing everyone walking out and Li Xuewu still sitting there, he greeted them.
Li Xuewu waved his hand and said, "Go and greet the people in the front yard. I'll eat later."
He pointed to the mourning hall and reminded, "Go help Auntie."
Seeing Diliya helping an old lady out, Sha Zhu hurried over to help.
The old lady passed away, and the aunt cried the loudest.
"I have nothing to do tonight, so don't come over after dinner."
Li Xuewu explained to Auntie and Diliya, and then pointed to Diliya and reminded her: "Especially you, you still have to take care of the children, just be filial."
Sha Zhu also persuaded the old lady and asked Yu Shui. Seeing that the girl said she wanted to stay to keep vigil, he went to the front yard first.
The backyard finally became quiet for a while.
The second uncle and Liu Guangfu were called to the front yard to eat. Before leaving, Liu Guangfu informed his mother to wait for the food to be brought back, so the second aunt just sat in the house listening to the sound of the box.
The lights were on in the homes of the residents on both sides of the mourning hall. The men went to the front yard to eat, and the women and children at home also set up their dining tables.
The lights were on in Li Xuewu's house, but there was no one there.
Quiet is only relative quiet. Funerals should not interfere with your daily life. You should still live your life as usual.
"I'll accompany you—"
The big-faced cat looked around and nodded seriously at Uncle Wu who was sitting there.
Li Xuewu glanced at him, chuckled, rubbed his big head, and gestured to the tea table for him to clear.
Big Face Cat was very obedient in front of Li Xuewu. He did whatever he was told to do. He picked up the tea bowls and rice bowls left over by everyone, poured tea into them, and walked to the stove.
Li Xuewu found a washbasin at home to hold the tea, took a kettle without tea leaves from the stove, and scalded the cup with the hot water.
He scooped some cold water from the bucket and asked Banggeng to wash the teacups and bowls. Big-Faced Cat rolled up his sleeves and worked very hard.
Li Xuewu stepped into the mourning hall, replaced the candles and incense that were about to go out, and burned a piece of paper in a clay basin.
"Come out and sit for a while. You've been kneeling all afternoon."
Looking at He Yushui, who was dressed in white mourning clothes and kneeling there with his head bowed, he greeted her.
Yu Shui raised her head and looked at him, tidied up the hair around her ears, said nothing, and stood up by holding the bench under the coffin.
Perhaps because I had been kneeling for too long, my knees were a little stiff and it took me a while to stand steadily.
Li Xuewu was cruel. Fearing that he would be infected, he just waited at the door and did not go forward to help.
The two men walked out of the mourning hall one after the other. Bang Geng raised his head and took a look, then moved his back to them as if he was hiding from something.
Bang Geng couldn't help feeling a little guilty about Aunt Yu Shui, who "almost" became his wife and "almost" was killed by him.
Li Xuewu pointed to the tea table and asked Yu Shui to sit down. He then went to Bang Geng to get a half-clean teacup, poured a cup of hot tea from the kettle and handed it to her.
Yu Shui raised her head and glanced at this cruel yet warm-hearted man, then reached out to take it.
"Bang Geng? Why don't you go eat in the front yard?"
"I'm not hungry yet," Bang Geng continued to wash the tea bowl without raising his head, and replied, "I'll wait for Uncle Wu."
When he heard Aunt Yushui's words, he felt reluctant and didn't want to talk to her.
After all, the two of them "almost" had that kind of relationship, and now the twelve-year-old boy feels a little uncomfortable.
I don't want to marry you! Don't bother me!
You are so proactive, I am so handsome, and there was also the arrangement made by Uncle Silly a few days ago, so let’s not spread rumors!
You don't care. Getting me is like an old cow eating young grass. I still have to consider my reputation!
So! Can you please stop asking me!
Yushui had no idea what was happening, let alone what Banggeng was thinking.
She asked a funny question just to break the awkwardness when she and Li Xuewu were alone together.
Faced with Big Face Cat's awkwardness and impatience, she just thought it was a child's eccentric character.
She never thought that the little boy had ever wanted to stab her.
"Who told you to do this?"
Yu Shui looked at the fat boy working, smiled slightly, and teased him, "Is it hard? Are you tired?"
"It's not tiring. I do it willingly."
Banggeng didn’t know how to wash dishes, he just put his little hands into the teacup, turned them around, and then rinsed them with warm water, and that was it.
Listening to the gossip girlfriend's questioning, he answered without thinking: "I am taking the initiative to help with the work now, so that when my grandma dies one day, there will be someone to help me."
"Cough-cough-"
Yushui didn't get the tea to spit out, but instead choked on it in his throat and almost choked to death.
She pounded her chest hard, and finally she breathed a sigh of relief. Her tears and nose were choking with the smell of tea.
"Cough-cough-"
Yu Shui cleared her throat, glanced at Li Xuewu, and asked angrily, "Did you teach him?"
But when she saw Li Xuewu curl his lips and look at the big-faced cat with surprise and amusement, she knew it was not him.
"You are such a good grandson of your grandma!"
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After having dinner in the front yard, Li Xuewu came to the back yard.
There were far fewer people keeping vigil than those drinking tea before meals.
After all, some people didn't want to do this, so they didn't go to eat.
Some people who had eaten were asked by the old man and Sha Zhu to help the next morning, and then they went home to rest.
The old man and Sha Zhu sat in the mourning hall, and the tea table was moved to the door of the mourning hall so as not to disturb everyone from drinking tea and chatting.
Li Xuewu dug out half a bag of melon seeds from his home, not knowing whether they had been peeled or not, and threw them on the table for everyone to chew on.
There was a stove burning in front of the tea table. The weather in late September was quite chilly.
After a while, dew was all over the Eight Immortals Table. I don’t know if it was because of the humid weather.
If this is true, it should rain in the next few days.
Keeping vigil is the most tiring thing, especially in the second half of the night. It’s not so bad when there are more people, but when there are fewer people, the psychological pressure is quite high.
Older people usually can't hold on, so the third uncle told everyone in advance during dinner that he would only guard the first half of the night, and no one bothered with him.
With his cerebral blood vessels, even if he was allowed to eat this meal, Sha Zhu would not dare to let him keep vigil.
After dinner, Sha Zhu had already said that he was not needed, but he still came.
He felt embarrassed, but Shazhu was sincere.
I really didn't want him to come. I was afraid the deaf old lady would get upset and take him away. That would ruin everything.
"This old lady is really, hey!"
Liu Haizhong took a sip of tea and looked at his third child and Banggeng who were sitting by the stove.
He shook his head slightly and muttered: "Young and small, there is really no dislike for her."
"The tea bowls that Banggeng cleaned up, right?"
Sha Zhu hugged his knees and sat in the mourning hall. He looked at Bang Geng through the main door and said, "Good boy, when I'm done with this, I'll buy you some candy."
"Forget it! I don't dare to eat your candy--"
Banggeng reached out and picked up a piece of wood and stuffed it into the stove. He curled his lips but didn't say what was in his mind.
Sha Zhu, who was teasing him, also stopped talking, with a look of helplessness and anger on his face.
This naughty kid, why is he still holding a grudge?
Also, my sister is just not presentable, is it necessary for you to despise her so much?
No one knew what was going on, they just found it very strange. How could Shazhu, who was usually able to amuse children, talk back at them?
Only Li Xuewu, who was secretly glared at by Sha Zhu, knew what was going on. He smiled and gently kicked the big-faced cat.
Banggeng moved his butt nonchalantly and continued looking at the stove.
He had just changed shifts and was following Li Xuewu to the front yard to eat.
When he passed by the door of his house and didn't see his mother and grandmother calling him, he felt like an adult.
They just ate in the front yard, and he had to sit at the same table with Aunt Yushui because they were the only three people left who hadn't eaten.
Aunt Yushui at the table kept stealing glances at him with a smile on her lips. He suspected that Aunt Yushui had some bad intentions towards him.
When going out, boys must protect themselves.
After dinner, he strolled behind Uncle Wu. Without Aunt Yushui's stare, he felt much more at ease.
Especially at this moment, listening to everyone's praise, I am so happy, thinking to myself, I am so outstanding, when my grandma dies, you will definitely come to help, right?
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"Guangfu is fine now," Yan Fugui glanced at the silent boy and asked with a smile, "You must have earned a lot in the sewing club, right?"
"It's okay—"
After listening to the third uncle's question, Liu Guangfu stood up and picked up the kettle to refill the thermos with hot water.
He knew what the Third Uncle meant, but being a man of few thoughts, he also knew clearly what could be said and what could not be said.
Yan Fugui, however, never thought of letting him go, and praised him with a smile: "You heard it from more than one person!"
He said to the second uncle: "Your Guangfu is very capable. He can do the work of three women alone."
"Hey, I'm young, that's all I can do."
This is the most contradictory point for Liu Haizhong. He doesn't want to hear people talk about it, but he is also proud that his son can earn money to support the family.
The contradiction lies in the fact that this ability to make money was learned in prison. It is not right to praise it, nor is it right not to praise it.
I always feel like I'm being ridiculed when I hear others praising me, and I always feel embarrassed to tell others about the money I make.
This is what Yan Fugui meant. He didn't want Liu Guangfu to be outdone by his son.
Although he is a rebellious son, he doesn't even return home now.
"It's better to have a skill than to have no skill at all," he said, looking at Liu Guangfu, "This is much better than the salary we earn from working. It should be fifty or sixty a month, right?"
"hehe--"
Liu Guangfu chuckled and said, "Where did you hear that? How can I earn more than you?"
Having said this, he squatted beside Bang Geng again, looking like he was answering nonsense questions like, "You ask nonsense questions, and I will answer nonsense questions."
Yan Fugui tilted his head and said, "We all have fixed wages, which is nothing compared to the sewing club."
"Are you asking for leave? How many days can you take off?"
"These two days."
"When do you start work?"
"In two days."
"Is there an object?"
"I'm looking for it."
"Where does your sewing club get work?"
"outside."
"What do you do in the sewing club?"
"I do my job, and sometimes I am also the banker."
"Have you saved any money?"
"Not much."
"Oh, you have to save money, otherwise you won't be able to do anything when you get old."
"Asking around like you do..."
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"How dare you talk like that, you bastard!"
Liu Haixin shouted in his heart that it was so cool, but he scolded his son in dissatisfaction.
He turned to look at Yan Fugui, who was about to be pissed off, and put on a smiling expression, saying, "I don't even know what he is doing now. He won't tell me even when I ask."
"I heard your family can be liberated now?"
"Hey, let's do something—"
Yan Fugui let out a long sigh. Liu Guangfu’s words just now almost choked him to death.
My eyes blurred and I saw the deaf old lady.
"I won't starve to death, but I won't get rich either."
He took a sip of hot tea and said pretentiously, "I can't control him now, and I don't have the patience to do so."
"There are two little ones at home who are about to grow up. If they can't finish their studies, they will have to find a job."
When he said this, he glanced in the direction of Li Xuewu, and felt unhappy when he saw that Deputy Director Li ignored him.
We are all from the same hospital, but you are so ruthless.
"Finding a job is one hurdle, and getting married is another."
Yan Fugui put down his teacup, sighed, and said, "You can't find a partner without a job, and if you find a partner, you need a house. You can't get married without a house."
"I am very sad right now."
He touched the second uncle with the back of his hand and said, "The Red Star Factory has established a new school, and we have been left behind."
"I was assigned to Dongcheng No. 37 Primary School, which was formerly Red Star Primary School."
"Oh! You were thrown down!"
Sha Zhu pretended to be surprised and asked, "Aren't the conditions for selecting teachers too strict?"
"Tsk——"
Yan Fugui had just put Liu Guangfu down, and now his lungs were hurting because of the poke from Sha Zhu.
He tried to make amends by saying, "Who do you think I am competing with? The factory is recruiting excellent teachers from all over the city!"
"That's such a pity—"
Sha Zhu leaned against the door sill, watching the third uncle sighing, and asked with regret, "So you are now under the jurisdiction of the city, and have nothing to do with the Red Star Factory?"
"Oh, that's right—"
Yan Fugui sighed and said, "I was very confident, but I was unlucky!"
“You guys know my teaching ability!”
Amid everyone's suspicious gazes, he emphasized earnestly: "Look at Banggeng, all the students I taught have been admitted to middle school."
Bang Geng was called out, and he suddenly raised his head, looked at the third uncle and said helplessly: "Let's not hurt each other, okay?"
"Hahaha--"
Hearing everyone laughing, Yan Fugui got anxious. He glared at the man and said, "Hiss! You kid! If it weren't for me, would you have been able to get into middle school?"
"Yeah, that's right, I'm confused too!"
Banggeng squatted there with a pout on his face, and said indignantly: "I learned everything from you, and I can still go to middle school! This is really weird!"
"Hahaha--"
Shazhu laughed so hard that his nose was snotting, and he lay on the door sill and laughed foolishly.
Yan Fugui was so angry that his eyes widened. He glanced at Li Xuewu and said with a curled mouth: "I said that I was unlucky. It's not that my teaching ability is not good, it's that I didn't meet a good person."
"Alas, it's also my fault for not being thoughtful at the beginning."
He looked at Sha Zhu in the mourning hall and said, "That teacher Ran you liked is now the principal of Red Star Primary School!"
"Just tell me, just tell me what I did for you, how can I not hate you?"
"Hey! Uncle Third, you are really good at picking blind spots!"
Sha Zhu was just enjoying himself, but he didn't expect to get into trouble. He shouted angrily, "I haven't even come to settle this account with you yet, and you're already blaming me!"
"If you hadn't cheated me with your gift and introduced me to someone, would I be where I am today?"
"Just you—"
Yan Fugui curled his lips, looked down on Sha Zhu, and snorted, "He's a primary school principal, a cultured person, how could he like you?"
"Hey! Just because of what you said just now," Sha Zhu pointed at the third uncle and said, "I think it is inevitable that you will not be selected!"
"Besides, I feel really sorry for you."
He deliberately angered the other party and said, "Just tell me, when Red Star Primary School was not doing well, you jumped up and down to transfer to the city, but you couldn't get in."
"The welfare benefits at the Red Star Factory have just improved. Hey! You've been transferred to the city."
"Hahaha--"
"Hey! Uncle Third! What happened to you?"
"Don't move! I think I saw an old lady!"