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Chapter Forty-Six

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    Gao Juzi's hometown, Mopanzhuang, was far away from Wanlin City.  It takes more than five hours to get off the bus of the transportation company, and it takes 40 minutes to walk.  Now, the No. 19 bus in Wanlin City departs once an hour every day, and goes directly to the nearby national highway station in two and a half hours. It only takes more than ten minutes to get off the bus.

    At five o'clock in the morning, Zhao Xuejun was called up by his father Zhao Jianguo.  They put the prepared birthday noodles in place, and put all kinds of steamed buns in six portions on a large plate, and the top of the plate was covered with a festive red flower-cut paper-cut.  Dough-shaped buns are made by traditional old pasta chefs, and they come in shapes such as rabbits, chickens, ducks, fish, lamb grapes, pomegranates, and eggplants.  Those steamed buns are big, with snow-white faces, and their shapes are even more delicate and exquisite.

    At eight o'clock in the morning, Tan Liangliang hired a tricycle to pull a hundred catties of machine-made noodles, but he didn't have anything else.

    "This is the condition of my family, second uncle, can we not go?" Tan Liangliang was not satisfied with his sister's arrangement, and complained in a low voice after three rounds.

    "Old people do things wrong! He is also an old man. Without him, where would you go? One generation does things, and the next generation sees them. The etiquette that should be followed must be followed. That is the performance of your tutor. Your second aunt told you how to do it.  , just listen." Zhao Jianguo patted the ashes on his clothes and taught him in a low voice.

    "Uncle Second, I know, I'll go and buy some steamed buns later, as long as the number is enough." Tan Liangliang's tone was very respectful, and he still didn't take his grandfather's birthday to heart.  He doesn't even want to go!

    "I knew it would be like this. Your second aunt has prepared it for you. It's loaded in the car. The bigger plates with the birthday character are all yours."

    Looking at the cart of birthday gifts, Zhao Jianguo sighed in his heart, but didn't say anything.  There was nothing he could do about his daughter-in-law's performance of wiping away her tears when her heart was bleeding, gritting her teeth and swallowing her grievances.

    Women in Shanxi have been different since ancient times. They seldom cling to the wings of men in doing things, and they have a set of unique temperaments and ways that belong to them.  As far back as the end of the Qing Dynasty, men all went to Xikou, leaving only their wives and children at home. After more than ten or twenty years, the family let go.  As long as the daughter-in-law is here, there is nothing to worry about.  The daughter-in-law who sits in the hall is also used to being the master.  Going back to ancient times, from the famous female calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.  Good at official script and official script.  From Mrs. Wei, the author of "Pen Zhentu", to Wu Zetian, these women all have special stamina and self-willedness.  They don't like to cry, and they are not delicate. They have their own big ideas in everything, and they belong to a special group among the inland groups in China.  Strange to say, most of the men in Shanxi don't feel ashamed to ask women if they have something to do. When they encounter something, they can say it very straightforwardly outside: "I have to ask your sister-in-law about this matter."  Yes, I am not in charge of family matters.

    It's not that Zhao Jianguo has no objections to his father-in-law's family. However, if a person is alive, there is absolutely no way to lose out on great courtesy. Junjun almost died at that moment, and he was not angry when the operation was not done. However, the younger generation can treat the older generation  Do people stomp and yell?  This anger can only be suffocated.

    The car bumped all the way, Zhao Xuejun turned his face to look at Tan Liangliang who had been silent all the time.  Liangliang held the five hundred yuan from his sister in his hand, his face was almost distorted with anger.

    "Are you going to piss yourself off?!" Zhao Xuejun patted Tan Liangliang on the top of the head.

    Tan Liangliang raised his head and looked at Zhao Xuejun. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. He couldn't help raising his voice and said, "Brother, I'm not ignorant, I'm not angry, I just wantmy mother just wants to live now."

    Zhao Xuejun stretched out his hand and pressed hard on the top of his head: "Where can I buy regret medicine? Think about yourself, my aunt wants to live, I definitely hope you live well, people want to live more open-minded. Look at your eldest sister, she said halfway.  Is it bitter? Your task is to study hard and treat your sister better in the future. The next three little ones will still count on you as an elder brother. Grandma's house After a long time, they will think about it. Actually  Everyone can live without people, and at most they can live well. My mother is right, don¡¯t care what others do, what you do, don¡¯t make others want to beat you  When slapping your face, you put your face in front of someone's slap. Remember?"

    Tan Liangliang thought about it for a while, but probably still hadn't figured it out, so he turned his face and looked out the window.

    "Liangliang, they are living well now, and you feel more and more angry. If they are still so poor, they can't even afford food, and the begging is coming to your door. Are you in charge? Or don't you care? You will die of anger  , no matter what, you will die of anger. Which one do you choose to die of anger?"

    "I don't care, I'll be so mad!"

    "Hehhey! Forget it, you will know the answer when the matter comes to the door, godon't talk, just answer what others say."

    "kindness."

    When I was young, Zhao Xuejun loved to go to his grandma¡¯s house, probably his grandma¡¯s house.??!  "

    A vague, vague voice suddenly sounded in the room with only the sound of chewing. Zhao Xuejun raised his head and found that his grandfather woke up at some point and was staring at him blankly.

    "Your grandfather, he became paralyzed last year don't tell us to tell your mother." Grandma sighed, wiped her saliva again, and gave him an extra bed with a high quilt.

    "I'm so confused sober, your mother your mother is angry I can't even dream of her, I'm not filial, and I don't I don't have a dream!"

    Grandpa talked a lot, chatting with Gao Juzi who didn't come, and Gao Pingguo who died. This old man has always been towards his son all his life.  He is very kind to his nephews, but he doesn't care about his granddaughters.

    Zhao Xuejun couldn't hear what his grandfather was nagging, but he also knew the general meaning. It was difficult at that time and he couldn't take care of them. Now it's better, but they don't come.  The old man murmured vaguely, but one thing was very clear, father and mother were the same in the world, and he didn't think he was wrong.  He told Zhao Xuejun, don't ask Gao Juzi to send money, there is no shortage of money, tell Juzi to go home

    The old man was chattering lively. Someone outside the house picked up the curtain, and came in shouting and shouting: "Brother! Brother! Is your father making trouble outside the village? Go and see!"

    The person who came in was the eldest son of Gao Guoyuan, the eldest grandson of the old Gao's family. His first name was Gao Jiacheng, and his nickname was Dung Boy.  There is also a boy named Gao Jiahe at Gao Guolin's side, and his nickname is Ji Mao.

    "Dung boy! What's going on?" Grandma panicked, and looked up at the yard. The master cook and the second master ran out to watch the excitement.

    Zhao Xuejun and Tan Liangliang glanced at each other, then ran out, followed the flow of people for a while, and came to the Diaolouzi at the entrance of the village, and stood on a high stone to watch.

    Whoops!  What is this all about?

    Tan Xiaokang was wearing white clothes and trousers, and a filial hat. He was carrying a big willow branch with Gao Pingguo's name written on it. He sat at the entrance of the village and shouted heartbreakingly: "Pingguo! Look at your natal family.  Wealthy! Rich! Building a big house It¡¯s not the time to ask you for money. Come out and see, they¡¯re rich! No more duress!¡±

    After he finished shouting, he kowtowed to Lao Gao's house at the entrance of the village: "Father! You have a long life! It's just that my daughter died! She hasn't been buried yet! I'm just disgusting I'm disgusted  I don¡¯t want to look at myself anymore! Didn¡¯t you say that I am worthless?! I am still worthless! I am worthless in this life! Son-in-law, I have nothing to give you! I kowtow to you for your daughter"

    Tan Liangliang was trembling with anger, his whole body trembled and he collapsed, Zhao Xuejun hurried up to drive away the people, and pinched his younger brother, Tan Xiaokang didn't expect that his son would come, he was startled, and quickly threw away the banner  , ran over: "Liangliang! Liangliang, what's the matter? Why are you here?"

    Tan Liangliang slowly opened his eyes, sat up, tears fell down, and the tears fell more and more, and finally cried loudly: "What are you doing? You are hitting my mother in the face! We owe money  Is it true? You did not take responsibility as a father Now you have learned to be disgusting"

    Tan Xiaokang lost all arrogance, nodded and remained silent.  He wanted to coax his son not to cry, but Zhao Xuejun grabbed him and said, "Tell him to cry!"

    "Shouldn't you pay back the money you owe? Where are you venting your anger? If you live up to it, my mother will not die of exhaustion in half a way. You can go back I will give you a pension, Dad, why are you like this?  , Whose life is good, are you going to go to someone's house to be disgusted, my sister and I are not human anymore? My sister is not married anymore? Why do you make the family's reputation so bad? "

    The more Tan Liangliang thought about it, the more sad he became, and his whole body trembled from crying. Tan Xiaokang sat for a while, then stood up, walked to the willow streamer, bent down, picked up the streamer and walked away. As he walked, he shouted: "Liangliang  You wait for dad, dad has won the lawsuit and has money, dad will build you a house that is bigger than this three bricks higher than Lao Gao's house, five rooms more!"

    Zhao Xuejun didn't enter grandma's house again, he quickly called the driver and left here with Liangliang.  Liangliang didn't speak all the way. He remained silent until he was about to enter Wanlin City, and then he said helplessly: "Brother, what are you talking about? I don't even know who to hate now."

    Zhao Xuejun gave him a slap on the head: "Who do you hate? You shouldn't hate anyone, live your own life! Your father is your father, your mother is your mother, and you are a student. Take good care of your school. Want to fuck more dicks  hair!"

    "Hey" Tan Liangliang laughed: "Brother, how did you learn to swear?"

    Zhao Xuejun turned his face to look outside the car, and muttered: "It's all forced by you! It's so f*cking (fucking) depressing! It's so hard to be alive!" (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com
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