The sun above my head became more and more vicious. I was busy all morning. At noon, everyone had no intention of eating. They just drank a few bowls of licorice tea cooked by my mother-in-law, put it there and cool it down, and drank it into their stomachs. It was sweet and refreshing.

The family leaned against the shade of the poplar trees to enjoy the cool air. The father-in-law was smoking a dry tobacco. The brother-in-law was holding a straw and wrapped it in his hands. Only Zhang Guoquan leaned against the poplar trees. His eyelids were fighting unconsciously. He was too sleepy.

Just as he seemed to be sleeping, a child suddenly ran over, looking about ten years old.

"Jiefang, why are you here?" Old Monster Yang looked at the child and asked at the top of his voice.

This also woke up the sleepy Zhang Guoquan directly. The child ran to the poplar tree and gasped heavily, sobbing and said, "I, my grandfather died of illness. My father asked me to call Grandpa Yang to discuss the funeral."

Old Monster Yang stood up and asked the child in disbelief: "When will it happen?"

"This morning..." Jiefang said as his eyes turned red, and tears suddenly flowed down.

Old Monster Yang hurriedly comforted: "Don't cry for the child, you go back first, Grandpa Yang will go here now."

Zhang Guoquan doesn't recognize this child. After all, he has only been in this village for two months, and he doesn't recognize most people in the village.

After a brief conversation between his father-in-law and his mother-in-law, Zhang Guoquan realized that the child named Jiefang was the son of the Yangjiazhuang Village Party Secretary.

Old Monster Yang arranged the work he would do in the afternoon, and the eldest son-in-law drove the ox cart to the wheat rushing farm. The second son-in-law went to spread out the wheat straw that had been shaken off, and then hurriedly left the threshing farm and headed towards the west end of the village.

The sun at noon was even more vicious. Fortunately, the old monster Yang left, and the old lady Yang who was left was not in a hurry to let her two sons-in-law work under the sun.

This gave Zhang Guoquan plenty of rest. After the sunlight was slightly weaker, his brother-in-law Wang Yonggui began to drive away the old ox, and Zhang Guoquan picked up the wooden fork and followed behind.

After two hours of drying, the wheat straw that had been rolled once had been threshed at this moment, and it was almost gone, and the old monster Yang was back.

It’s rare that Old Monster Yang, who came back this time, asked everyone to stop their work. The whole family sat on the pile of wheat under the poplar trees, and Old Monster Yang took the lead in speaking.

"Lei Zi, oh, it's the village party secretary in our village. His father died of illness at home this morning. Speaking of which, Lei Zi's family is a family."

A big son does not mean a close relative of uncles and uncles, but a relationship like two to three generations has the same grandfather. After their generation has grown up, many people seem to be less close, so they call a big son to describe it.

"Since I am a big son, and my father and I are of the same generation, I am also considered the elder of this big son."

Speaking of this, Old Monster Yang had a bit of pride on his face. He could have more or less related to the village party secretary's family, which was also a matter of face in the countryside.

"I may have to help with the arrangement these days, and I don't care about family affairs, so you two should be diligent and know that you are looking for work and can't just whip it like a cow."

Wang Yonggui nodded hurriedly.

Old Woman Yang asked casually: "How many gifts will our family give you?"

As soon as he raised the money, Old Monster Yang took out the cigarette pot, remained silent for a while, and let out a puff of cigarette: "Five yuan."

Five dollars are not much, but not much, at least more than half of the people.

Old Monster Yang is rich, but he is becoming more and more stingy in terms of money. Although he has a relationship with the village party secretary, he is an elder, so there is no need to rely on money to contact him.

The relationship is there, it won’t run, but if you take out the money, it will be considered running.

Old Woman Yang didn't say anything. Old Monster Yang was the one who made the decision on such things, and she didn't have the only way to speak.

Zhang Guoquan suddenly thought of something when he became energetic. In his original village, the rule was that as long as he got married, he needed a gift.

At this moment, Zhang Guoquan tentatively said: "Then our family should also give a gift."

"Our family?" Old Monster Yang asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's Bai Ge's family and I. Now we have become a family, so we deserve a gift."

Unexpectedly, Old Monster Yang refused disapprovingly, "No, we are not separated, you are a foreigner who is in the back, so you don't have to use this unjust money."

This was plain, but it sounded very harsh in Zhang Guoquan's ears. The foreigner who opened his mouth and kept stumbled on the door obviously did not treat him as a family.

The idea of ​​splitting up flashed in his mind again. He wanted to try out what the bottom line of Old Monster Yang was, and immediately said: "Yang Lei is the village party secretary, and there will inevitably be places where he needs his help in the future. Bai Ge and I are a family. If we give it a copy alone, it also seems that our family attaches importance to it."

Old Monster Yang's eyes narrowed even smaller, and the expression on his face seemed unnatural.

But the thoughts of the white pigeon beside him had long risen to mid-air with the summer wind.

Guoquan just said that Bai Ge and I are a family, which made her feel inexplicably able to rely on.

A simple sentence made Bai Ge excited.

No matter how concerned about his father's face, he helped Zhang Guoquan, "Yes, my family attaches importance to the village party secretary, so I can ask others for anything in the future..."

"Please do you think." Old Monster Yang smashed the smoke pot on the ground in anger, and it made a loud noise.

"You guys who only know how to eat but don't know how easy it is to make money? Ah, it's easy for me to make that little money. You guys, I'll give you a gift in one sentence. Oh, it's the strong wind."

Listening to her father being angry, Bai Ge lowered her head. She had no right to speak in this family. If she could give her a bite, her parents would treat her well.

Seeing his wife Bai Ge compromising and uneasy, Zhang Guoquan knew that this was the bottom line of Old Monster Yang. As for the decision to split up, it must be a powder barrel for Old Monster Yang, and it would explode at a glance.

Now he understands that it is difficult to complete the decision to separate the family with his own strength. The most important thing is to get the support of his wife Bai Ge, so he will be fearless.

However, what surprised Zhang Guoquan was that his elder sister Yang Yulan also began to speak for him: "Dad, I see that my brother-in-law Guoquan did the right thing. He was originally a family, and men should look like a man."

Speaking of this, she looked at the timid Wang Yonggui, and was not angry and had no courage at all. She always followed her father-in-law and didn't even dare to let go of a fart.

As a result, Yang Yulan's casual words ignited the powder barrel of the old monster Yang, pointed at Yang Yulan's nose and said, "Okay, you ungrateful wolf, just like your sister, your elbows are twitching out, right? It's your man, it's also the livestock I bought to work."

After being criticized by his own daughter, Old Monster Yang obviously couldn't hold back his face and immediately said something even more ugly.

Zhang Guoquan couldn't bear it anymore and said with anger: "I've made a reservation for this gift."

Looking at Zhang Guoquan's stubborn donkey, Old Monster Yang became even more angry: "Don't let it go, it's not your turn to interfere in our Yangzhuang Village.

Hu Zi was yelling to go to the big table, but how could the children understand the adult world?

Taking advantage of the trouble of Hu Zi, Old Woman Yang quickly pushed Old Monster away: "Okay, it's worth a little thing for you two to argue here, and you are not afraid of laughing at the villagers."

"I tell you that this family's surname is Yang, and the child he gave birth to is Yang, and there are few people from other surnames who are involved in the Yang family." Old Monster Yang shouted at the top of his voice.

"It's not over yet, right? Is it still working or not? How much work is left in the field? It's just arguing here."

"Do it, let his surname Zhang do it. If you can't finish it, you won't have to sleep." Old Monster Yang turned around and entered the yard.

He turned his head and shouted, "What are you still staying there? Do you want to sleep outside? Come in quickly, Yonggui will follow you."

Now that the old monster Yang was angry, the few people dared not disobey his words, so they had to go into the yard obediently.

On the side of the huge threshing field, only the white pigeon was sitting in a wheelchair. The sun in the west gradually turned red and the sunlight became softer. In such a warm atmosphere, the white pigeon actually cried.

Zhang Guoquan took heavy steps and squatted beside Bai Ge: "White Ge, why are you crying?"

He stretched out his palm that had been grinding out thick skin and gently wiped the white pigeon's tears.

Bai Ge cried even more sadly, and said in a choked voice: "Guoquan...you get off me and go back to your own home."

Two months since Zhang Guoquan arrived, the white pigeon could bask in the sun every day, blow the breeze, and then be carried back into the house by the man in the soft sunlight.

He made her a wheelchair, and that was the first time she could go to the toilet slowly by herself.

Before this, my mother would give her a urine pot and just do it in the house. The house she lives in also smells strange all year round.

Although my mother would pour her a urine pot every time, every time she could feel her dislike for her from her slightly frowning brows.

She also tried to use crutches, but when her calves moved, she was slashing in the water like a duck.

When my sister saw her crutches, she often couldn't stop smiling. She smiled and said with a joke about her disability on her legs, which made her feel even more humiliated.

Therefore, she was even more afraid to go out and was willing to hide in her room full of odor.

She was not tired, she felt awkward, she felt unhappy, and even she - she thought about death.
Chapter completed!