"Hey, you are no longer useful anymore. Look, when I gave you a name, now you are so big in a blink of an eye. By the way, how old are you this year?" Old Yangtou asked again.

Yu Xingkui raised a few fingers and gestured: "This year I am forty-five!"

"Forty-five?"

"Yes, he is forty-five years old. He is two years younger than Brother Yang, who is forty-seven." Yu Xingkui said.

"Ah?" Lao Yangtou opened his mouth with a confused look on his face.

Obviously, the old man didn't know exactly how old Yang Huazhong was. So when he heard it from an outsider, he was stunned for a moment.

"These days go by so fast. It's been many years since your father left? It seems that he left during the plague more than ten years ago?" Lao Yangtou asked again.

Yu Xingkui nodded. When he mentioned the plague caused by a flood more than ten years ago, he looked lonely.

"Yes, my father passed away at that moment. He had a miserable life. He had never enjoyed a few days of happiness in his life. When he left, there was no one around him..."

Not only did my father die from the plague, but his first wife and a pair of children also died from the plague.

During the great plague that year, Yujia Village was the hardest hit area. Later, the government sent officers and soldiers with the intention of first isolating the village and then burning the village.

Fortunately, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing, who had not yet become the national protector generals, bravely went to Yujia Village and developed an antidote to the plague. Otherwise, they and their mother would be dead now.

"I won't mention the past. As long as you live in this world, you will have to leave one day. Look at me. Isn't it soon? My unfilial children and grandchildren locked me up here. This is like going to jail!

"Old Yang raised his hand and patted the bed board with a self-deprecating look on his face.

Yu Xingkui came back to his senses and suddenly remembered that the purpose of standing here today was not really to accompany this old man to recall those bad past events, but to make him happy so that he could accept him to serve him.

"Old Uncle Yang, please don't say that. No matter what, at least you always have enough food and clothing, and your children and grandchildren dare not lack you in the slightest. And my mother, compared to you, my mother has suffered..."

"Your mother is still alive?" Old Yangtou asked in surprise, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Yu Xingkui nodded, "My mother is always here."

Old Yang became interested and asked again: "So your mother will be sixty-one this year, right?"

This time, Yu Xingkui was shocked. This old man didn't even remember how old his own son was before, so how could he remember the age of an old lady from another family so clearly?

"Yes, old Uncle Yang, how do you remember it so clearly?" Yu Xingkui couldn't help but ask.

Old Yangtou laughed, and his laughter sounded as if it made him ten years younger.

Old Yang smiled so hard that his eyebrows were crooked, and his beard, which had not been groomed for two months, had already covered his mouth, but it did not hinder him from speaking at all.

"Of course I remember it clearly. Didn't I say before that your father and your mother were the red strings drawn by me at the beginning? Your mother is the girl of a friend of mine in another village."

"Because I'm close to that friend, I helped her sister pull a red line."

There are some things that it is not convenient for Old Yang to tell Yu Xingkui.

I remember when he first saw Yu Xingkui's mother, Zhao Chang'e, he fell in love with her at first sight.

That was decades ago. At that time, Mr. Tan had just given birth to his third son and was in confinement. He was already the father of three sons.

Tan had no eggs to eat during confinement, so he went to his close friend to borrow some. He was already twenty-eight and almost thirty years old at the time.

A friend's girl had been sending samples to other people's houses, and she happened to come home that day. She was a fourteen-year-old girl, as graceful as a flower.

When asked about her name, she was told that her name was Chang'e.

At that time, he thought that this name was really well chosen. She lived up to her name, and she really looked like the fairy Chang'e on the moon.

Although he had never seen what Fairy Chang'e looked like on the moon, in his opinion, Zhao Chang'e's temperament was similar to that of that fairy.

At that time, he had an impulse. If he had money, he would rather give Tan a sum of money and let her leave the old Yang family with her three sons and free up the position of the head wife for Zhao Chang'e.

It's a pity that he has no money.

Precisely because he had no money, he could not send his first wife away, appease his children, or prevaricate the villagers.

It was precisely because he had no money that he could not come up with a decent betrothal gift to make the Zhao family agree to marry their daughter to him.

After weighing it twice, he could only bury that impulse deep in his heart.

Ever since he found out that his good friend had a beautiful sister, his relationship with that good friend became even better.

Later, something happened to my friend's house, and the mainstay of the family was gone. Only an old woman and Zhao Chang'e were left, taking care of their friend's children.

His mind was alive again.

He tentatively brought the four orphans and widowers to his home in Changping Village for a few days, under the guise of taking care of his good friends and their families.

Zhao Chang'e's mother was a smart old lady. She saw what Old Yang was thinking. After staying there for a few days, she took her two grandsons back to Zhao's house and found an excuse to leave Zhao Chang'e alone in Old Yang's house.

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Mrs. Zhao's acquiescing attitude invisibly encouraged Lao Yangtou.

And Zhao Chang'e didn't eat for free. She took over all the housework of Lao Yang's family. She followed Tan's sister-in-law and helped take care of Yang Huazhong, who was just under one year old.

At that time, his idea was to let Zhao Chang'e live there first, let Tan see how good Zhao Chang'e was, and then slowly work hard with Tan to get Tan to accept Zhao Chang'e.

But what he didn't expect was that Mr. Tan was so narrow-minded that he couldn't insert a needle into it.

Not only did he not agree, but he made a big fuss, pulling Zhao Chang'e's hair and beating him and scolding him all the way from Changping Village to Zhaojia Village. He told everyone he met that Zhao Chang'e was hooking up with him, and called him all kinds of unpleasant words.

Zhao Chang'e returned to the Zhao family, her reputation was completely ruined, and no one came to propose marriage.

He was so angry that if he and Zhao Chang'e were really ugly, they would admit it.

But the problem is that he has always regarded Zhao Chang'e as his younger sister, and has kept that thought deep in his heart. Before he could do anything about it, the Tan family disturbed her.

But Tan's side was against him and he couldn't deal with it. In desperation, he thought of Yu Maohe, an old bachelor from Yujia Village whom he met while digging embankments together. Because his family was poor, he couldn't get a wife even when he was thirty years old.

If you pull the strings and marry off Zhao Chang'e, there are three things you should do.

Once I blocked the mouths of outsiders, I had to prove my innocence.

Secondly, he also gave an explanation to Mr. Tan, expressing his future attitude.

The third thing is to find a place for Zhao Chang'e to go, which is worthy of her calling her brother for nearly two years.
Chapter completed!