Anti-Japanese War, weapons designer at Fengtian Arsenal

Zhuang Youtian was stunned. He finally understood why everyone looked at him with such resentment along the way! It seemed that everyone blamed him for being targeted by Julong Company!

But the problem is that when he proposed the plan to sell the car, everyone agreed, and the benefits were shared equally by everyone. Now that something has gone wrong, are they putting all the blame on him?

Zhuang Youtian was furious and yelled, "Watch your mouth, old woman! Be careful or I'll teach you a lesson for your man!"

But his words triggered explosives. Aunt Liu pulled out a carrying pole and hit Zhuang Youtian on the head. Zhuang Youtian was hit on the head by the carrying pole before he could prepare. He screamed in pain and took a few steps back.

Aunt Liu chased him and beat him. Zhuang Youtian quickly ran away. After all, he was a man and ran much faster than Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu was panting and running out of breath. When she saw that she couldn't catch up with him, she went back cursing and picked up the vegetables to go home.

"Crazy bitch! Crazy bitch!"

Zhuang Youtian cursed a few times. At this time, he probably knew that the reason why Aunt Liu exploded was because she hadn't sold her vegetables for several days in a row.

Because their village had a bad reputation, people from the surrounding area no longer came to buy vegetables, and the buyers who used to patronize their village never came again. Many of the picked vegetables rotted before they could be sold. Aunt Liu blamed all this on Zhuang Youtian.

Zhuang Youtian was beaten so badly that he returned to the vegetable selling place cursing. The place was empty and there was no vegetable seller. But his son was still waiting for the scallion chicken soup to save his life. What should he do?

Suddenly, he saw a few green onions among the rotten vegetable leaves on the ground. He went up to pick up the onions. Well, they were still fresh. He ran home dejectedly.

A bowl of delicious chicken soup was sent into Zhuang Changshu's room. Zhuang Youtian personally sprinkled some chopped green onions on it, and the aroma of the chicken soup was immediately stimulated.

When Zhuang Changshu, who had been hungry for several days, smelled the smell, he felt his stomach moving and he finished the chicken soup in one gulp. He smacked his lips and looked at his parents.

"one more bowl!"

Zhuang Youtian and his wife smiled, and just like that, Zhuang Changshu started to eat normally. Even his depression improved a lot, and he returned to normal.

After a few days of recuperation, Zhuang Changshu's complexion completely recovered, but he seldom went out, and it was obvious that his depression had not yet been fully recovered.

That day, Zhuang Youtian found his son and said, "Changshu, get ready and go to Niujia Village to bring your wife back tomorrow."

Zhuang Changshu was confused. He had been so emo at home these days that he had forgotten about getting married. He shouted in fear, "I won't go! Our village has a bad reputation now! They must have regretted their marriage! Don't fool yourself!"

Zhuang Youtian got angry when he heard this.

"Breaking off an engagement? What the hell! Your marriage was a childhood one, it was arranged more than ten years ago, how can you break off an engagement?

Tomorrow you put on that nice dress and bring the big red flower to marry me!"

Zhuang Changshu shouted and yelled that he didn't want to go. Zhuang Youtian tried to persuade him for a long time but to no avail. He got angry and picked up a stick to beat his son. The noise lasted the whole night before he stopped.

The next day, poor Zhuang Changshu had his father hang a big red flower on his chest and drove him to Niujia Village to pick up his bride like a mule.

The wedding procession did not even have 10 people, it was so shabby. There was nothing they could do. The people of Ergou Village blamed their current situation on the banker. Even the bridegroom was unwilling to come out. Only a few good friends who were on good terms with him felt that there was no need to give him face in such a matter, so they sent people to help with the wedding procession.

Along the way, Zhuang Changshu huddled up like a weak egg without balls. The closer the wedding procession got to Niujia Village, the smaller he shrank. He already had a premonition of what kind of humiliation he would suffer when he arrived at the destination.

But Zhuang Youtian did not realize this. He happily led the way, intending to take home the daughter-in-law he had been eyeing for a long time.

When the wedding procession arrived at the main road of Niujia Village, they saw people passing by on bicycles from time to time, and many of them were wearing blue work clothes, which made the wedding procession from Ergou Village very envious.

They know that the blue work clothes represent that these people are factory workers who can earn five dollars a month and are the envy and jealous of them!

Today is Sunday and the factories are closed, so the workers in Niujia Village like to ride their bicycles around, commonly known as showing off, especially to other villages. This is a very popular entertainment activity.

They saw a group of people from other villages dressed in bright red, and they stopped their cars and pointed at them. Someone saw clearly that they were from Ergou Village and his face changed.

The wedding procession noticed that the people of Niujia Village did not like them and began to feel uneasy. Zhuang Youtian also noticed this and asked everyone to speed up so that they could leave as soon as they finished picking up the bride.

He came to the door of his in-laws' house and knocked on it. After a while, the door opened and a middle-aged man in a blue work suit was standing at the door. When he saw the joyous wedding procession outside, he was a little stunned.

"This is what you are doing?"

Zhuang Youtian felt uncomfortable being stared at by the people of Niujia Village. He just wanted to pick up the bride and leave as soon as possible, so he said in a very quick tone: "Niu Zhuang, didn't we agree that the children of our two families will get married today? Look, my son is here to pick up your daughter. Is your daughter ready?"

When Niu Zhuang heard about this, he shook his head.

"Lao Zhuang, go back, go back."

Zhuang Youtian was stunned.

"What do you mean?"

Niu Zhuang shook his head.

"It's meaningless. Go back, go back quickly."

Zhuang Youtian was angry. You came all the way here and this is your attitude?

"What do you mean? Explain it to me clearly! We agreed on this childhood engagement more than ten years ago, why are you denying it now?"

Zhuang Youtian's voice was a little loud. The people in Niujia Village had been paying close attention to them, and now they all surrounded them.

Niu Zhuang didn't explain, he just asked Zhuang Youtian to go back quickly. However, Zhuang Youtian was watched like a monkey all the way, and when he arrived at the place, he was not even given an explanation. How could he possibly leave!

Niu Zhuang talked for a long time, but Zhuang Youtian didn't leave. He got angry and yelled, "Fuck you! You're still asking me for an explanation! Can't you see that I'm giving you face?

Okay, you want an explanation, right? Listen to me! I! Niu Zhuang! will never marry my daughter to a car thief village! The whole damn village is full of car thieves! If I push my daughter into this fire pit, am I still a father?

The things that your village did, the whole Chongqing, no, the whole Sichuan knows about it. For that little bit of money, the whole village has lost the dignity of their ancestors, bah! (This is a fictional place, Chongqing friends, don’t take it personally. If the protagonist goes to other places to develop, there will be such a villain village in other places. I don’t mean to be pretentious!)"

Zhuang Youtian was stunned by the scolding, but Niu Zhuang didn't stop talking. He pointed at Zhuang Changshu behind Zhuang Youtian and scolded: "Look at your son! What's the point of him cowering there in broad daylight? Does he have no balls? Or is he smoking opium? Can't he stand up straight? He's just like a rotten potato!"

Zhuang Youtian looked back at his son and discovered that he was hunched over, with his shoulders hunched together and his head buried in his chest. He really looked like a rotten potato.

Zhuang Youtian suddenly felt furious, thinking that his son's behavior was too cowardly and that he had lost face. Coupled with a series of frustrating things that had happened recently, he suddenly lost his mind, turned around and slapped his son in the face, knocking him to the ground.

"Stand up straight!"

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that his son still suffers from depression. Of course, this thing has not been taken seriously in later generations, let alone in this era.

Zhuang Changshu was already on the verge of collapse, and now after being slapped by his father, he fell to the ground and his mind went blank.

When he finally stood up from the ground, his whole temperament changed. One of his eyes looked up, the other looked down, he had a silly smile on his face, and saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Hehe, I'm not a car thief, hehe, I didn't steal cars, the food, clothes and daily necessities I use are all earned from carrying heavy bags, it's clean money.

Hey, I didn’t steal the car, hey, I didn’t steal the car, hey, I didn’t steal the car…”

He danced, shouted and screamed, and ran along the main road of Niujia Village. After a while, he disappeared at the entrance of the village, leaving everyone confused.

Niu Zhuang, who was leaning against the door, was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly shouted: "Zhuang Youtian, why are you standing there? Go and chase him, your son is crazy!"

Zhuang Youtian finally reacted and ran after his son, yelling.

Zhuang Changshu was shouting and jumping on the dirt road with a big red flower on his chest. His crazy look scared many passers-by. Zhuang Youtian chased him for ten miles before catching up with him.

In the end, Zhuang Changshu was tied up with ropes by more than a dozen people and carried back to his home. The old Chinese doctor who had been there before was invited again. After a round of observation, the old Chinese doctor spread his hands and said, "He is completely crazy, and a violent lunatic. There is no hope for him."

The old couple Zhuang Youtian were dumbfounded. How could their son go crazy?

Zhuang Youtian’s wife knelt down in front of the old Chinese doctor.

"Sir! Please save my son! He is my only son. If he goes crazy, what will I do in the future?"

Zhuang Youtian also knelt down and begged, while the old Chinese doctor resolutely packed up his medicine box and got on his feet.

"There's no cure. Look at him, all stupid kids are the same, with wide eyes, flat noses, and the same expressions. No matter how you use Chinese or Western medicine to develop him, it won't work. His intelligence is that of a four or five-year-old.

Hey, what are you doing? I told you not to provoke him anymore. You guys, hey..."

The old Chinese doctor left, and Zhuang Youtian and his wife were still kneeling on the ground crying. Their son was tied up on the bed, howling, and the atmosphere of despair filled the small room...