The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

Huimin Winery Workshop.

In the small single room where Old Man Zhang lives.

Mrs. Zhang placed the washed clothes in a small wooden cabinet at the end of the bed, and packed the dirty clothes into a bag. She took them to the teahouse, washed them, and dried them, and then delivered them back in a few days.

Old man Zhang sat on a small stool in the room, puffing on his pipe, saying nothing, with a gloomy look in his eyes.

"I have saved more than one ounce of silver in the past few months. I will keep some of it for myself, and leave the rest with you."

That rebellious son dared to bully her, but he didn't dare to bully his father.

Mrs. Zhang wiped her eyes and said in a choked voice, "This is safer. You should hide the silver well. This is the only silver we can rely on now."

Old man Zhang was silent for a moment, then he spoke, "Why didn't you say a word about that rebellious son who came to rob you of your money? Did he attack you again?"

These words made Mrs. Zhang burst into tears, having been trying hard to hold back her tears.

I pulled my sleeves to wipe it, but it just wouldn't dry.

"Why am I telling you this? What can you do to him? He won't listen to scolding and can't be beaten."

Mrs. Zhang laughed at herself, "Time flies by, and the child I loved so much has grown up, but I didn't feel old at all. When his fist hit me, I suddenly realized that I was really old... In the past, I could have restrained him with one hand, that rebellious son."

After a while, when her tears had stopped a little, she sniffed and continued, "Let's not talk about it. Anyway, at this age, we have both died once and have been through the gates of hell. Things that I couldn't let go of before suddenly seem to be able to let go. If he comes to rob me again, I won't give it to him. At most, he will be beaten to death. I will save up enough money for a coffin in a few months. Then I will find someone to bury my body. After I die, I will have a place to go... I don't want anything else."

Mrs. Zhang looked around and saw that the room was very small, but it had everything she needed.

There is a table, stools, a bed and a cabinet in the room.

People who have nowhere to go can find a place to stay here, and the workshop has taken many matters into consideration for the workers.

They were able to work in the workshop and enjoy this benefit, which was a little blessing despite their unlucky life.

Thinking back to the past, she would feel like she had won as long as she could gain an advantage.

As for what she won, looking back, she herself didn't understand.

In the end, she is the only one who gets the benefits, and no one else can bully her.

Who could have thought that it would end up like this.

It's all retribution.

Lowering her eyes, Mrs. Zhang whispered something as if to inform, "The people in the workshop helped me drive that bastard away. When I was beaten, Xiaosong and Xiaobai came running over, and Xiaosong even gave me a meat bun."

Night falls.

His wife returned to the tea workshop, bringing with her the dirty clothes he had taken off in the past few days and the silver he had forced upon her.

Old man Zhang took out a tea-smacking knife from under the bed, put it behind his waistband, covered it with his coat, put the old pipe on the bedside table, and put the scattered small objects on the table in order.

The small workhouse where he lived was specially cleaned for him by his wife before she passed away, and it was very clean.

After living here for a few months, I added some daily necessities to the room, and it seemed to have become more lively.

Walking out of the room and glancing around the small room again, Old Man Zhang closed the door and left the workshop.

When he met a fellow worker on the road, he would greet him indifferently, and Old Man Zhang would respond in a low voice.

After he walked away, the workers whispered to each other in confusion.

"Where is he going so late at night? It's going to be dark soon and it will be time for bed soon."

"Who knows... It's strange. Usually this old man is always gloomy and silent. He just buries his head in work and ignores people. I greeted him today, and he actually responded?"

"Hey, we don't have any ill will towards him, and we've been working in the same workshop for so long, so his heart of stone should have warmed up a little, right? What's so strange about saying hello and responding to him?"

"Of course it wouldn't be strange if it were someone else, but it's strange with this old man. Don't you know who he is? The old Zhang family of Shangdong Village! The father of the second wife of the Lin family in Yuxi Village, the one who broke off the relationship."

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The night gradually darkened.

The Upper East Village under the dark night was no different from usual.

Every house has lights and fireworks.

Sometimes, there is lively laughter coming from the houses passing by, which is cheerful and lively.

This was only possible after the two workshops in Yuxi Village recruited workers.

This kind of laughter and vitality is also brought by the workshop.

The only exception is the Zhang family.

It has been as lifeless as ever for several years.

Looking at the courtyard without lights from afar, a feeling of depression grows in the heart, making people not want to get close.

Old man Zhang stood at a distance and looked at his home. He was suddenly surprised that this was the feeling his home gave people.

After a long while, he walked closer, opened the shabby wooden door, and walked into the yard.

He just happened to run into Zhang Shicong who was carrying a bucket to pour out dishwater.

"Dad, you're back?" Zhang Shicong was stunned for a moment and spoke.

There was a hint of warmth in his words.

Old man Zhang glanced at him and didn't respond. He was about to walk to his main hall when he stopped and asked, "Did you know that Zhang Shiming went to the workshop to beat up your mother?"

Zhang Shicong twitched his lips twice but did not answer.

Seeing this, Old Man Zhang laughed, "You are more hateful and disgusting than that evil son Zhang Shiming."

Without saying anything more, he went back to the house.

He is cold-hearted, cruel, and selfish.

Both of his sons inherited his temperament.

There is nothing worse than it is.

The second son, Zhang Shiming, is of course hateful.

But the eldest son Zhang Shicong was even worse.

Before the family broke up, this eldest son was best at hiding in the back while his parents fought in the front lines. He only cared about reaping the benefits without taking on any blame.

When he couldn't get any benefits and encountered trouble, he ran the fastest to protect his own interests.

He lets his parents suffer from the disobedience of his evil son, stands by and does nothing, and even uses a high-sounding name to cover up his selfishness.

Zhang Desheng always thought himself to be smart and sure of everything, but in the end, his biggest failure was that he favored his two sons.

It's really ridiculous.

Zhang Shicong returned to his main room, closed the door, and sat on the stool without saying a word.

His wife Jiang Shuiyue glanced outside and poked him, "Doesn't he live in the workshop? He hasn't been back for several months. Why did he suddenly come back today? And so late? Did something happen? You didn't ask clearly, what if it implicates us--"

"Okay, stop talking!"

Zhang Shicong interrupted his wife impatiently, "How do I know what he came back for? You...you should stop staring at him in the future, fearing that he will cause trouble for us. The two old people are working in the workshop now. They have a place to live, food to eat, and money to earn. Maybe they dislike us!"

The words the old man said at the gate of the courtyard just now linger in my ears and cannot be shaken off.

Zhang Shicong felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Or maybe deep down, he was unwilling to admit that he was also a cold-hearted person.

Those words were like a sharp knife, cutting through the mask he was wearing.

It was like a fierce slap on his face, causing him to feel burning pain.

Jiang Shuiyue curled her lips and didn't confront the man.