"Brother, I'm back."
Little old Yangtou blocked the door of the main room with the vegetable basket, entered the house, and shouted at the old Yangtou's room.
Lao Yangtou quickly lowered his hands and lay on the pillow pretending to be asleep.
"Brother, are you asleep?"
Little old Yang came to the bedside and asked in a low voice.
Lao Yang closed his eyes and breathed evenly and long.
Little old Yangtou was about to turn around and leave when he accidentally saw the multigrain steamed bun rolled down to the bottom of the bed and was stunned for a moment.
He glanced at Old Yang's head again. The old man's eyelids seemed to move, and he suddenly turned over. He was mumbling as if he was talking in his sleep, facing inward and facing outward, and there was a sound of snoring.
Little old Yangtou remained calm, picked up the steamed bun that had fallen into his shoe and stuffed it into his sleeve. Before leaving, he pushed the small stool with bowls and chopsticks in front of the bed to the side of the bed, and then turned around and went out.
As soon as little old Yangtou left, the old Yangtou on the bed moved.
He reached out and grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, choking on it after devouring it.
When it was time to eat at night, little old Yangtou brought the food into the house. Old Yangtou didn't delay any longer, he sat up and ate in silence.
"Brother, how does it taste? Is it delicious?" asked little old Yangtou.
Lao Yang said without raising his head: "It can be done."
Little Lao Yangtou smiled and gave Lao Yangtou a chopstick dish. Lao Yangtou did not refuse.
Little old Yangtou was secretly happy. It seemed that the third and fourth brothers knew his brother's temper, so he had to be hungry and couldn't get used to it. The more he got used to it, the worse his temper would become, which made him very hungry and he ate obediently.
Not only did he eat it, but he also asked him to find Yu Xingkui to serve him.
…
It was dripping water and turned into ice outside, but Sun and Bao Suyun still sent cotton-padded clothes and quilts to Lao Yangtou.
Because little old Yangtou's family was kind-hearted and took him in, Mrs. Sun and her nephews and daughters-in-law were sensible, and they also prepared new bedding cotton batting, clothes, hats, shoes and socks for little old Yangtou.
Compared with the old Yangtou who was lying on the bed in the room, with a pile of new clothes and quilts piled on the table but was unmoved, the little old Yangtou in the main room was holding his own clothes, his eyes were red with gratitude.
"Niece-in-law, you are too troublesome for this bad old man like me. I, I don't know what to say..."
Giving is a joy and receiving is a joy.
Seeing such a grateful little old Yangtou, both Sun and Bao Suyun were moved.
"Uncle, you're welcome. We are all members of the same family and should take care of each other," said Sun.
When leaving Xiao Lao Yangtou's house, Sun and Bao Suyun originally wanted to say something to Lao Yangtou's house, but they were stopped by Xiao Lao Yangtou.
"You all have something to do at home, go back."
Little old Yang shook his head and winked at the two of them.
The two of them understood, smiled knowingly, and turned to leave.
After little old Yangtou packed up his clothes, he came to old Yangtou's room.
"He's gone?" Old Yangtou asked.
"Yes, I just left." Little Old Yangtou said. Seeing Old Yangtou's clothes and bedding, he quickly came over to pack them up and put them in the cage one by one.
"It's not big or small, so you think it's a big deal if you just bring some clothes? You don't even come and say a word to me when you leave. It's outrageous." Old Yangtou said angrily.
Little old Yangtou's hand closing the cage paused for a moment, and he turned to look at the angry old Yangtou on the bed: "Brother, you wrongly blamed them. I asked them to go back and do their work first. We talked for so long in the main room earlier. I didn't hear a sound in your room. I thought you were asleep so I didn't let them come in and wake you up. They are all good children."
Lao Yangtou curled his lips: "You, just protect them, don't expect them to support you until you die!"
Little old Yang turned around and said, "Brother, I don't like hearing what you are saying. I have my own grandchildren, a wife, and great-grandchildren. I have someone to take care of me until I die!"
Old Yangtou was depressed.
"People say that having many children and grandchildren is a blessing. Hmm, it's all nonsense. Look at me. I have more than ten or twenty sons and grandsons. In the end, my eternal immortal will be the most reliable."
"Now I hope that Yongxian's business will prosper and I will enjoy a few years of happiness."
Little old Yangtou smiled bitterly: "Brother, you are too stubborn. You don't even think about who sent the cotton clothes and bedding in this box. It's not Yongxian!"
Lao Yangtou shook his head: "My Yongxian is a man. Men want to do a big career. As for those clothes, shoes and socks, it doesn't matter."
Little old Yangtou was puzzled by this. Food is the most important thing for people, and food, clothing, housing and transportation are the most fundamental things for a person to exist in this world.
If you can't even take care of this most fundamental thing, what's the use of talking about righteousness?
It's just a big cake painted and hung there, just this stupid brother believes it.
…
Yang Huazhong came to Li Laogen's house again.
Li Xiaolian was feeding chickens in the yard, and Li Mao was chopping firewood beside him. The chopped firewood behind him was neatly stacked in a long row against the courtyard wall.
Li Laogen squatted on a stone mill at the door of the hall and smoked a dry cigarette. Watching the children working in front of him, every smoke ring puffed out of Li Laogen's mouth was full of joy.
Seeing Yang Huazhong coming to visit, Li Laogen immediately jumped down from the stone mill and gave Yang Huazhong a yellow-toothed smile.
Mrs. Peng just came out of the kitchen and grinned when she saw Yang Huazhong coming over.
Compared with Li Laogen's honest smile, Peng's smile looked a bit silly.
"Third uncle, are you here? Sit in the room."
Li Xiaolian greeted Yang Huazhong with a smile.
Li Mao also stopped what he was doing and greeted Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle is here, let's drink tea in the room."
Yang Huazhong nodded with satisfaction. At this moment, Li Laogen had already arrived in front of Yang Huazhong.
"Third brother, sit in the room..."
The two of them sat down in the main room. Li Xiaolian came over, washed her hands, made tea and sent it to Yang Huazhong. She also made another bowl for Li Laogen before going out to feed the chickens.
Yang Huazhong took a sip of tea and kept following Li Mao's figure in the yard.
Li Laogen also followed Yang Huazhong's gaze and looked at Li Mao.
"Third brother, when I look at Li Mao, he looks almost the same as before. If I hadn't been sick and went to Qing'an County before, I would have thought that I had a bad dream!"
Li Laogen looked at Li Mao, feeling both pleased and a little frightened.
Yang Huazhong comforted Li Laogen: "Everyone gets sick, so take care of yourself. Once the disease is cured, everything will be fine."
Li Laogen nodded repeatedly.
Yang Huazhong continued: "The medicine cannot be stopped. The doctor must personally say that Li Mao is completely fine before the medicine can be stopped. If the medical fee is not enough, tell me and I will help you find a solution."
Li Laogen opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat.
"Brother Lao Gen, just say what you want to say." Yang Huazhong said.
Li Laogen said: "Lao San, I can't thank you enough for your kindness. Although the disease can be cured, I heard they said that medicine is only three parts poison. I'm worried that Li Mao takes so many medicines at such a young age. It’s not good for your health…”
Yang Huazhong said: "I still say that if you are sick, you must treat it. When the disease is cured, you can naturally stop taking the medicine. You will definitely not be able to stop taking the medicine until the disease is cured."
