Wu Liang, who felt good about himself, did not know that he was despised by the third master. He carried the two tigers and ran down the mountain into Wuyi County in less than half an hour.
The small county town is not big, and there is only one commercial street. If you want to buy something really high-end, you can't buy it.
Wu Liang didn't care, and he probably wouldn't care if he came to the Han family. They went into the only large supermarket in the county and did a sweep. Wu Liang and Erhu walked towards Lingyuan Mountain carrying large and small bags.
Compared with Tianshen Mountain, Lingyuan Mountain is more barren and dangerous, and it can be said to be a real barren mountain.
Unlike the old forests in the deep mountains of Tianshen Mountain, a lot of trees on Lingyuan Mountain have been cut down in the past few years, and the bare hills look particularly unsightly.
Wu Liang and Er Hu were not ordinary people. Although the mountain was dangerous, their speed was not slow. They arrived at the village where the Han family lived in less than half an hour.
Erhu had also visited the Han family with Wu Liang's father a few years ago. As soon as he approached Hanjia Village, he turned around and shouted to Wu Liang: "Brother, it's the one at the back, the one in the earthen house."
Wu Liang glanced over and couldn't help frowning, and all the original grudges in his heart dissipated.
Compared with the Han family, although the original Wu family lived a sad life, at least it was a brick house. Father Wu only had a son like Wu Liang, and the Wu family was considered capable among the mountain people. Compared with the surrounding mountains,
People say life is much better.
Hanjiacun is different. Lingyuan Mountain has no resources and no prey to hunt. In addition, there are few people in the village and their abilities are not high. They can be said to be real poor people.
Most of the entire Hanjia Village is made of earthen houses, with only a few with red bricks and blue tiles. The environment in the village is not as clean as Wujia Village, and looks much messier.
Although we hurried slowly along the way, when we arrived at Hanjia Village, the sun was only half gone, and most of the villagers in Hanjia Village were chatting at the door.
As soon as he saw Wu Liang and Er Hu, two outsiders with big bumps all over their bodies, I remembered the name and tilted my head to think, then turned around and whispered to the people around me: "They seem to be from the Wu family in Tianshen Mountain, but Han Laogui is.
What a blessing.”
"What a blessing. I heard that the Wu family has been in trouble in recent years. Do you think this was thirty years ago? Things are not easy for the Wu family. Last year, the noble daughter came back to ask for money from her mother.
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"No, right? Life is much better over there in Tianshen Mountain than we are. The Wu family is the boss there, and the noble girl is coming back to ask for money?"
"Why are you lying to me? Besides, the current situation of the old Gui family, I think it is almost a disaster, let alone the Wu family's fate."
The man who spoke suddenly showed a trace of fear on his face. The Wu family was famous for being tough on their lives. Don't let yourself be fooled. It would be better for you to stay away from them.
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Listening to the low voices of the villagers on both sides, Wu Liang looked depressed when he saw the cowardice and fear in their eyes.
Wu Liang touched his straight short hair and asked Erhu in a low voice: "Is my hair not messy? Why are these guys always staring at me?"
Erhu, who was carrying several pockets on his back, took a breath and muttered: "What kind of hairstyle? Your hair is not as long as pig hair. How can you get such a hairstyle? They just look at it and they dare to attack our Wu family."
Speaking of these two tigers, they are very proud. The Wu family's prestige is not only in Tianshen Mountain.
There are hundreds of mountains and hills around Wuyi County. No one knows the power of the Wu family in Tianshen Mountain. No one dares to offend the Wu family when they go out.
Even if the Wu family has been in Xishan for decades, no one dares to underestimate the Wu family. They are a group of real bandits.
Wu Liang kicked the guy angrily. Just as he was about to say something, the middle-aged man squatting in the house on the roadside suddenly said, "Are you from the Wu family?"
"I'm from the Wu family, here to visit relatives." Wu Liang put down his pocket, took out the cigarette case from his pocket and threw a cigarette over.
The middle-aged man stared at the red cigarette case in Wu Liang's hand, with a hint of admiration on his face. He smelled the tobacco in his hand and reluctantly put the cigarette to his ear.
"The Wu brothers are still capable. How much does this one cost?" The man said and pointed to the earthen house of Cuiyu's family and said with a smile: "I know you are relatives of Laogui's family. I think you look familiar. You are from Brother Dalong's family."
Liangzi, right?"
Wu Liang smiled and nodded, but he didn't expect that anyone in the Han family actually knew him.
It seems that that dead ghost must have been to Hanjiacun before. No wonder I said that I didn't remember my last name.
The middle-aged man chatted casually for a few words. Seeing Wu Liang glance at Cuiyu's house, he couldn't help but whisper: "Liangzi, speaking of that Cuiyu girl has to call me Uncle Sheng. If you don't like it, you won't do it this time."
It’s time to come to Hanjiacun.”
Wu Liang frowned, but he wasn't angry either. He chuckled and said, "What's wrong?"
"Lao Gui's family has been in bad luck in the past few years. A few years ago, Lao Gui was collecting stones and fell down the mountain and left in a daze. Last year in the twelfth lunar month, Lao Gui's wife and third sister suddenly fainted while working. The doctor in the county said
What kind of uremia is this? It can’t be cured even if it costs hundreds of thousands, and now I’m waiting to die at home.”
"That girl Cuiyu has been taken away since she was a child. This matter has nothing to do with you. You can't explain it clearly now that you are gone."
The middle-aged man didn't have a bad heart. He said this because of Wu Liangliang. Wu Dalong also had some friendship with him back then.
It seems that the Han Laogui family can no longer survive, and the Wu family can only live a dry life. If this matter comes up, it will be bankrupt.
It's a good thing that people in the mountains don't get sick. If you get this kind of disease, you just have to wait for death. It's a good thing that Wu Liang doesn't come. Once you come to Hanjia Village and get entangled with the young ones from Lao Gui's family, you'll be in trouble.
Wu Liang raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to say something, the middle-aged man continued: "Both the eldest son-in-law and the second son-in-law of the noble family don't care about this matter. Don't talk nonsense when you go later."
Wu Liang wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and just sighed in his heart.
Throwing the remaining half pack of cigarettes to the middle-aged man, Wu Liang lowered his head and walked towards Cuiyu's house without saying anything.
Erhu, who was listening from beginning to end, also fell silent. Wu Liang suddenly said: "Is this the case in the mountains?"
Erhu scratched his head and said dullly: "It's about the same. Not to mention hundreds of thousands, the last time I spent more than 10,000 for medical treatment, if it wasn't for the third uncle watching, I almost jumped off the Tianshen Peak."
Wu Liang felt cold. These days, he really thought of himself as Wu Liang and Wu's mother as his mother. He didn't expect that more than 10,000 yuan would almost kill that poor and kind woman.
Poor people are miserable. For the first time, Wu Liang intuitively felt the sadness of poor people in modern society.
How much sin and ugliness is hidden under the bustling metropolis. Who would have thought that in this barren mountain there would be people waiting to die silently at home because of a minor illness.
Even in order not to drag down this home, this home that cannot withstand the wind and rain, how many people choose that end.
Shaking his head, Wu Liang recalled the various praises given by the immortals from the lower world to the prosperous life of ordinary people in the mortal world. Wu Liang couldn't help but sneer.
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The yellow and black mud walls are engraved with traces of rain erosion, and the dark low door looks like a big mouth that can eat people. You can feel the coldness before entering the house.
Several dull sobs came from the room. Wu Liang frowned and knocked lightly on the old wooden door.
"Who?"
There was a hoarse sound from the bedroom on the west side, and there was a rustle in the room, and a woman with a somewhat withered face came out.
Wu Liang guessed the identity of the woman and Cuiyu as soon as he saw their similar faces, but he didn't know whether she was the eldest sister or the second sister. Wu's mother said that the oldest of Cuiyu's two sisters was only thirty, and now she looked ten years old.
No one doubts it.
Han Cuilan didn't recognize Wu Liang. The afterglow of the sun was blocked by Wu Liang's figure, and the room was pitch black. Han Cuilan couldn't see Wu Liang's face clearly after looking for a long time.
"I am Wu Liang from the Wu family, sister, is Cuiyu back?"
Wu Liang didn't know who the other party was, but it must be Cuiyu's sister, so he casually called her sister and brushed it off.
"Wu Liang!"
Han Cuilan exclaimed, and there was a rush of footsteps in the inner room.
The girl's eyes were a little red. She rubbed her eyes and saw clearly that it was Wu Liang. She was at a loss. She lowered her head and said timidly: "Brother, why are you here?"
Wu Liang ignored her, turned around and called Er Hu into the room, and piled everything on the old table in the main room.
"I came to see my aunt. It's already dark, but you haven't cooked yet?"
Wu Liang's tone was calm, but Cuiyu was timid and did not dare to look directly at Wu Liang. Han Cuilan also looked pale and said hurriedly: "Liangzi, you are here to pick up Cuiyu, right? I told her a long time ago that she doesn't have to come back if she has nothing to do. I'll come right away."
Ask her to go back with you..."
Han Cuilan wanted to say something more, but Wu Liang smiled and interrupted: "It makes me feel like a cannibal. I heard that my aunt is sick. Shouldn't Cuiyu come back to see me? You didn't tell me such a big thing today.
If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that my aunt and little sister were sick."
"elder brother."
Cuiyu hesitated to speak, Wu Liang stepped forward and rubbed her little head, and said softly: "Silly girl, you didn't agree to accompany me this morning, and you didn't say a word to me about such a big thing.
, do you not regard me as your relative?"
Cuiyu's face flushed with anxiety, and she quickly explained: "No, I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I won't be able to part with the money? Or that my blood is cold?"
Seeing that Cuiyu was about to cry, Wu Liang slapped her on the head angrily, "Don't hide anything from me next time, and don't keep it in your heart. I'm not short of money. Hundreds of thousands are nothing, just a few."
A million is nothing."
Hearing what Wu Liang said, Cuiyu suddenly felt relieved, and tears burst out of her big eyes.
She knew that her brother had made money, and she also knew that he had money, but she did not dare to mention that her mother and sister were sick.
She grew up in the Wu family. The Wu family treats everyone well, but the Han family is an outsider to the Wu family.
She couldn't imagine saying that she wanted hundreds of thousands or even millions to treat her sister and mother. She was afraid that she would be disappointed, heartbroken, and even make the entire Wu family hate her.
But when she saw her thin and dishonest mother and sister on the bed, she was really heartbroken. She regretted it. She should have asked her brother for help. He could save her mother and sister from their illness.
The uneasiness, guilt, and complexity in her heart all disappeared with Wu Liang's words, and those tears were tears of happiness.