Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song Yaozu's arm had just regained consciousness. Seeing the old lady and the others looking at him with complicated eyes, he said indifferently:

"Why, the old lady is not dead, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Yao, Yaozu. What did you say?"

Old Mrs. Zhang couldn't believe her ears. The grandson who had been spoiled by her since childhood actually said such words.

Song Yaozu stood up, looked down at Old Lady Zhang who was lying on the ground, and said sarcastically

"You're not dead, so why are you deaf?"

Old Mrs. Zhang almost died.

Song Yaozu didn't look at Old Lady Zhang again, but looked at Song Shuangshuang and Song Youlin who were standing behind Song's father.

"Song Shuangshuang, you bitch, you didn't give me the job, and you dared to sign me up to go to the northwest.

You two siblings are living a carefree life, but I haven't had a good meal or sleep, and I've suffered so much.

How dare you two appear in front of me today!"

Regarding Song Yaozu's incompetent rage, Song Shuangshuang said:

When he farts!

In fact, he is not as good as the fool in Haojia Village.

At least that idiot knew how to protect his family, what about Song Yaozu?

He only knows how to bully others and wants to take advantage of everything. If he can't achieve his goal, he will resort to underhanded tactics. Although Mrs. Zhang is not a good person, she knows how to love her grandson. In the end...

Haha, Mrs. Zhang might as well raise a barbecued pork. All the kindness she showed to Song Yaozu over the years has been wasted on the dog.

No one from Song Shuangshuang's family answered him, so Song Yaozu could only turn his fire towards Old Lady Zhang.

"It's all your fault, you damn old woman!

Why did you promise me that you would get me this job as a prostitute? What happened?

Not only did I not get the textile factory started, but they even moved it to the Northwest. They didn't even want to give me any money, and they spent it all on Song Guangzong's son!

You keep saying that you treasure me the most! Bullshit!

You just lied to me! You old lady! ! "

Song Yaozu became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and he got closer and closer to Old Lady Zhang. It looked like he wanted to kick her a few times.

Although Song's father no longer had any feelings for Old Lady Zhang, she was his mother after all, and he couldn't watch her being beaten by Song Yaozu, so he stopped him.

"Song Yaozu, what are you doing? She is your grandmother."

"It's none of your business. Didn't you want to sever ties with the old lady and our family? Why don't you do it, you wimp!"

Song Yaozu started to rant at Song's father again.

Sometimes he said that Song's father was a loser and a coward, and sometimes he said that Song's father was hypocritical. Why did he care about the old lady when he was going to cut off all ties with her? If he cared about old lady Zhang, he should give up his job to him.

Song's father frowned upon hearing this. Song Shuangshuang and Song Youlin suspected that Song Yaozu had gone crazy due to some kind of stimulation in the Northwest.

Song Yaozu became more and more excited as he spoke, his expression was a little crazy.

"Oh, yes. Why didn't I think of that?

You care about the old lady, don't you? Give me your job! This way you can be filial to the old lady and you won't have to honor her anymore. I'll also have a job and won't have to go back to the northwest.

Right! This is perfect.

Come on! Come with me to the factory today and give me your job. "

Uncle Song's family and Old Lady Zhang were terrified when they saw Song Yaozu crying, laughing, and roaring like crazy.

Their son must be crazy. Why is he like this?

The old lady was afraid that Song Yaozu would hurt her, so she tried to hide to the side, but she forgot that there was a stove next to her and bumped into it.

Song Yaozu lowered his head when he heard the noise and saw the old lady covering her head.

"You old woman, don't you love me the most? Why are you running away?" Song Yaozu squatted down and helped Old Lady Zhang pat the dirt off her body with a caring look.

His attitude now was completely different from what it was just now. He was clearly patting the dirt off the old lady, but the old lady was shaking even more violently than before.

"Oh yes, grandma, don't you love me the most? Didn't you say you didn't want me to go to the countryside, so you got me the job from Song Shuangshuang, that money-loser?

My job is gone.

And what about the money you promised me before I went to the countryside? Where is it? I have been waiting for so long, but I have never seen you send money twice.

I can’t eat enough every day! I eat choking biscuits and drink water full of sand!

Do you know how I have been living for the past year? ! ! ! "

When Song Yaozu shouted the last words, the veins on his neck could be seen bulging. He also grabbed the old lady's arms with both hands, and the old lady begged for mercy in pain.

Song Shuangshuang and Song Youlin pulled Song's father and mother back several steps, fearing that Song Yaozu would hurt them again in his mental state.

They didn't have a riot fork, so they brought two rolling pins as long as their forearms, which basically couldn't stop the mentally ill man from having an attack. They didn't dare to use the brick easily, because if they really beat him to death, it would be their fault.

You can only hold it in your hand to make sure it isn't taken away by the other party.

Song Shuangshuang even thought about taking out some other self-defense tools from the space, but it seemed that it would be difficult to explain with anything else, so the only explanation was the rolling pin in her hand.

Perhaps it was because Song Yaozu's voice outside was too loud, Song Dabao, who had been sleeping in the room, burst into tears, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Zhu Qin was in the hospital and Song Guangzong was unwilling to take care of the child. It was the aunt who crawled up from the ground and went into the room to coax the child.

Song Yaozu didn't care whether the child cried or not. All he wanted now was to never go back to the Northwest, the place where he had suffered so much.

His gaze returned to Song's father.

Song Yaozu pulled Mrs. Zhang up from the ground with one hand and looked at Song's father.

"Uncle, aren't you the most filial to my grandma? Can you bear to see her being beaten?

I don't think you would like to do that. So I'll give you a chance. If you give me the job, I won't beat her.

Otherwise... I don't know whether it's the stove that's hard or my grandma's head that's hard."

Song Yaozu's expression was ferocious, but his tone was unusually gentle and calm. The strong contrast made people shudder.

Song's father frowned and said nothing.

Seeing this, Song Yaozu pulled Old Lady Zhang twice again, put his mouth close to Old Lady Zhang's ear, and whispered

"Old woman, it seems that you are not that important in my uncle's heart. He doesn't care about your life or death at all. You are not as important as a job."

Old Mrs. Zhang was shaking like a little chicken. She thought Song Yaozu was really crazy and asked Song's father for help in a trembling voice.

"Third brother, third brother. If you save me, mom will no longer favor your eldest brother's family and will never ask you for money again.

Mom, please give him the job, otherwise he will beat me to death.

Mom, please!!"

Old Mrs. Zhang was so scared that her nose and tears started flowing, covering her face.

"Yaozu, let go of your milk first. If you have anything to say, please talk nicely. Otherwise, you will regret it later."

Song's father tried to persuade Song Yaozu to calm down, and took a few steps forward, apparently trying to snatch the old lady back from Song Yaozu.

Song's mother and several children were nervous when they saw Song's father's action, but no one dared to say anything.