Changping Village.

Zhao Dagou's mother-in-law was hit too hard and fell ill. She couldn't eat a grain of rice or drink a drop of water.

Everyone who saw the condition of this woman said that her life might not be saved. Some people privately approached Yang Huazhong and suggested that Yang Huazhong persuade Zhao Dagou to prepare an extra coffin...

As a village leader, it was a blow to him that something like this happened in the village under his jurisdiction.

On the one hand, he asked the villagers not to discuss these matters in private and to pay as little attention as possible to the Zhao Dagou family matter, and not to let this matter continue to ferment.

On the other hand, he found Uncle Fu and his son and asked them to use the best medicine to treat Zhao Dagou's mother-in-law.

The cost of the medicine was recorded in his name, Yang Huazhong, but this matter should not be made public.

It has been two days since the tragedy occurred at Zhao Dagou's family.

At night, Yang Huazhong, accompanied by Yang Huaming, came to visit Zhao's house.

"Third brother, I will squat in the yard for a while and smoke a few puffs of dry cigarettes. You go in and talk to Zhao Dagou!"

Yang Huaming walked to the door of the main room and glanced at the low, dark room. He couldn't help but think of the smell of meat when he came in two days ago. His stomach was churning, and he could only suppress it by taking a few puffs of dry cigarettes.

Yang Huazhong didn't force himself, nodded, and entered the main room with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Dagou was the only one in the main room.

He is a lazy man, and he is not very good at dealing with people. Several relatives in the family have offended all his relatives because he likes to play in the autumn wind and does not repay borrowed money.

This time something happened to the Zhao family, the relatives couldn't bear it, so they came over one after another to give some comfort. Zhao Xiaomao's small coffin and several new sets of clothes and shoes were also improvised by the relatives.

Relatives who were nearby would come over a few times during the day and say a few words of comfort, which was considered as a sign of kindness and righteousness. Naturally, they would not come again at night.

So when Yang Huazhong came in, there was a door panel in the middle of the dark hall, covered with a dusty and patched sheet.

Under the sheets, the bulge was pitifully small, probably only as big as a gray rabbit.

Yang Huazhong sighed silently in his heart. This kid, Da Mao, is really pitiful. He was burned to the point where only a little bit was left.

"Dagou, have you had dinner?" Yang Huazhong recovered his thoughts and focused his attention on Zhao Dagou next to the door panel.

Zhao Dagou was sitting there on his knees with his head hanging down. He was still wearing the same clothes he had worn when the accident happened two days ago, and he was already extremely dirty.

Hearing Yang Huazhong's question, Zhao Dagou slowly raised his head, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and said mockingly: "What are you going to eat? I blame myself so much that I can't wait to die!"

Yang Huazhong sighed, "People cannot be resurrected. This kind of accident... no one wants it."

"You haven't eaten for two days, and it won't work if you continue like this. Your aunt steamed steamed buns, and I brought two for you. You can take a few bites while they're hot. I'm still counting on you, the head of the family, for the next thing.

Lord, you cannot collapse."

Yang Huazhong took out an oil paper bag from his arms and stuffed it into Zhao Dagou's hand.

Zhao Dagou held the still warm steamed bun with both hands, buried his head and cried.

"My little Mao loves steamed buns the most. I went to the fields the day before yesterday and left him to warm himself by the fire at home. Before I left, I promised him that I would steam big steamed buns for him when the wheat harvest this year..."

"I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would no longer be able to eat big steamed buns... I am guilty, I am not worthy of being his father, and the child suffered for a lazy man like me... Why don't I die? I deserve to die..."

Zhao Dagou burst into tears, the two steamed buns almost deformed when he held them in his hands.

Yang Huazhong couldn't bear to look directly at him, so he stood aside silently and lit a dry cigarette for himself.

In this family, one person is dead and the other is sick. If Zhao Dagou collapses, this family will be completely destroyed.

Even if they get through this, they are still young, in their early twenties, and it will not be difficult to have children later. However, the ones behind are the ones behind, and this is this. No matter how many babies are born in the future, even if a transport team is born.

Coming out cannot replace what is lost in front of you.

Oh, what a sin!

Zhao Dagou cried for a while, and after being upset for a while, he stuffed one of the steamed buns into Zhao Xiaomao's hand under the sheet.

Although the fingers had long been burned and shrunk, Zhao Dagou still tried hard to stuff the buns into his son's hands.

Then, wiping away tears, he picked up the remaining steamed bun and gnawed it.

He couldn't taste the taste of the steamed buns anymore. He only knew that Uncle Yang was right. If he didn't eat something, he would collapse. If he collapsed, the family would be completely destroyed.

Seeing Zhao Dagou eating a big steamed bun, Yang Huazhong put the tobacco stick in his mouth back into his waist and said to Zhao Dagou: "It's almost time for this child to stay at home. It's time to let him go."

Where to go. Will you settle down early tomorrow morning?"

Zhao Dagou shook his head, "I don't want to think about it yet, I still want to stay longer..."

Just as Yang Huazhong was about to persuade him again, Yang Huaming finished smoking half a bag of tobacco and entered the main room. Hearing this, he couldn't help but ask Zhao Dagou: "After all this, what else do you want to keep? It's not like you can just keep it if you keep it."

If he is alive, wouldn't it be better to let him rest in his grave?"

Zhao Dagou shook his head again: "I can't bear to part with him and want to stay with him for a few more days..."

"How many days?" Yang Huaming was stunned.

"It's already the end of March and almost April. You're not afraid of leaving a bad smell if you stay like this? Have you forgotten how the great plague started after the flood that year?" Yang Huaming asked again.

"I was only ten years old during the great plague thirteen years ago. I knew nothing about it!" Zhao Dagou said angrily.

Yang Huaming was also annoyed, his eyes widened and his voice became louder: "Even if you don't understand anything, you are now in your twenties and you should understand that even if you buy two kilograms of raw meat and two fresh fish, you can't keep them for too long, especially this

The weather is getting warmer, but if you leave it for too long, it will break down, and all the flies, bugs, and mice from ten miles and eight villages are here!"

Zhao Dagou stamped his feet: "My son has lost. How bad is it? Go and find out whether the raw meat is stored for a long time or the cooked meat is stored for a long time?"

Yang Huaming thought he heard wrongly, "What did you say, you bitch? Are you the one who talks like that?"

Yang Huazhong was also annoyed, "Zhao Dagou, don't be willful. Things should be as they should be. When other people's parents die, they can only stay at home for two days. This is a rule. Both public and private matters must be dealt with as soon as possible!"

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Yang Huaming said again: "Third brother, please stop trying to persuade him. Just keep it as long as he wants. If you have the guts, never bury it. Keep it for the New Year!"

"Damn it, we all sympathized with him when such a tragic incident happened, but now it seems that this poor man must be hateful! If he hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have made such a mistake. Grandma is a bear. I am too lazy.
Chapter completed!