Chapter 5730 Chapter 5737 I was so angry that I wanted to hit someone
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...
< br>As a villager, if something like this happened in the village under his jurisdiction, it was also a blow to him.
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 will be recorded in his name, Yang Huazhong, but don’t make this matter public.
Two days have passed since the tragedy occurred in 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 can go in and talk to Zhao Dagou!"
Yang Huaming walked to the door of the hall, glanced at the low and dim room, and couldn't help but Thinking of the smell of meat that I smelled when I came in two days ago, my stomach was churning, and I could only suppress it by taking a few puffs of dry cigarettes.
Yang Huazhong did not force himself, nodded, and entered the main room with his hands behind his back.
In the main room, Zhao Dagou was alone.
He is a lazy man, and he is not very merciful. 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 live nearby will come over a few times during the day and say a few words of comfort, which is considered to be the most benevolent thing. At this night, they will naturally not come again.
So when Yang Huazhong came in, there was a door panel in the middle of the dim 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, only a little bit was left after being burned.
"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, 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 can I don’t want to.”
“You haven’t eaten for two days, and it won’t work if you continue like this. Your aunt steamed the steamed buns, and I brought you two. You can take a few bites while they’re hot. I still rely on you, the head of the family, to do anything. You can’t 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 be there again I can’t eat big steamed buns anymore... I’m guilty, I’m not worthy of being his father, and my child suffered for a lazy guy like me... Why don’t I die? I deserve to die..."
Zhao Dagou burst into tears. , the two steamed buns were 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, what is behind is what is behind, and this is what is behind. No matter how many more are born in the back, even if a transport team is born, it cannot replace the one lost in front of us.
Hey, what a sin!
After Zhao Dagou cried for a while and was 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, I picked up the remaining steamed bun and gnawed it.
He couldn't taste the taste of the steamed buns. 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 eat a big steamed bun, Yang Huazhong put the dry tobacco stick in his mouth back to his waist and said to Zhao Dagou: "It's almost time for this child to stop at home. , Let him go where he needs to go. He will settle down early tomorrow morning, right?”
Zhao Dagou shook his head, “I don’t want to think about it yet, I 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: "What else do you want to keep after this? It's not like you can just keep it if you keep it." Wouldn't it be better to let him live in peace?"
Zhao Dagou shook his head again: "I can't bear it, I still 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 here? 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, and 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, 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 if you are in your twenties now." It's getting warm now, and it'll break if you leave it for too long. All the flies, bugs and mice from ten miles and eight villages are here!"
Zhao Dagou stamped his feet: "My son has lost, what the hell? Go and find out, is it the raw meat that has been left out for a long time or the cooked meat? ”
Yang Hua Ming Ming thought he heard wrongly, "What did you say, you idiot? Is there anyone else who talks like this?"
Yang Huazhong was also annoyed, "Zhao Dagou, don't be willful, how should things be?" Just like this, if other people’s parents die, they can only stay there It is a rule that the family will be suspended for two days. It must be dealt with as soon as possible both in public and private matters."
Yang Huaming said again: "Third brother, don't persuade him, just keep it as long as he wants, and never bury it if you want! Let’s 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. Never mind, bad luck..."
(End of this chapter)