Old Yangtou originally planned to wait until Zhao Chang'e married his friend Yu Mao and his family, so that he could go to Yujia Village if he had something to do, maybe...

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Chang'e married Yu Maohe, she didn't know what she said to Yu Maohe, and Yu Maohe stopped walking with him.

Lao Yangtou went to Yu's house twice. Zhao Chang'e hid in the house and refused to come out. Yu Mao and the waiters were also absent-minded and their attitude was lukewarm.

A year later, Zhao Chang'e gave birth to a son to Yu Maohe.

That day he brought a lot of things to give gifts, but Yu Maohe could not refuse because of his face, so he invited him into the house for a meal and politely asked him to name the child. This is how the name Yu Xingkui came about.

But since then, Yu Maohe has regained his lukewarm attitude, and Lao Yangtou has no interest in going there anymore. In addition, Tan soon gave birth to the fourth child, Yang Huaming, and then the fifth child.

Yang Huazhou.

There were more and more sons in the family, and the eldest son Yang Huaan was studying again. There was pressure from all aspects. As the head of the family, he no longer had to worry about anything, so he completely cut off all contact with the Yu family.

In the great plague more than ten years ago, Yu Maohe died in the plague. Old Yangtou actually knew about this.

But at that time, Lao Yang's family was prospering, with many children and grandchildren, and Yongxian had passed the examination to become a scholar, so the family could not do anything wrong.

So Old Yangtou suppressed his thoughts again and concentrated on living with Tan and being the head of the old Yang family.

"Hey, these days go by so fast. In the blink of an eye, your mother and I are both old." Old Yangtou sighed again.

"By the way, how is your mother doing now? Is she still in good health?"

Yu Xingkui said quickly: "Thank you, Old Uncle Yang, for thinking about me. My mother is in good health, but she just gave birth to an unsatisfactory son like me. Life at home is tight and we cannot let her enjoy the blessings."

Old Yangtou sighed, "Then does your mother live alone in a small house, or does she live with you?"

Yu Xingkui added: "My family is not divided. Although life is poor, the whole family still gets together to have fun!"

These words were said to the depths of Old Yangtou's heart. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Yu Xingkui: "You boy, you are so good, this is it!"

Yu Xingkui grinned and said a few modest words, and just like that, Yu Xingkui made an exception and was left by Old Yangtou.

Old Yangtou also took good care of Yu Xingkui, reminding him where to put things and what to do in daily life. Old Yangtou even took out his own collection of dry cigarettes and invited Yu Xingkui to smoke them together.

…

Yang Huazhong's home at the entrance of the village.

When Yang Huazhong returned home, he was completely wet. Sun quickly put down her sewing and took out the clothes she had found in advance for Yang Huazhong to change into.

"Why are you back just now? Have you found the right person?" Sun asked about the situation while helping Yang Huazhong wipe his hair with a handkerchief.

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I found it. Yu Xingkui from Yujia Village is two years younger than me. I had lunch at his house at noon, and Mrs. Yu cooked the fire."

"Yu Xingkui? This name seems a bit familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere." Sun said.

Yang Huazhong said: "Of course I'm familiar with it. The family in Yujia Village suffered the most from the plague more than ten years ago."

"In a plague, Yu Xingkui's father, Yu Xingkui's mother-in-law, and a pair of children were all wiped out, leaving him and his mother to depend on each other. At that time, he was already in his thirties and in his thirties!"

Mrs. Sun suddenly remembered that when Qing'er came back and told her what happened to this family, it was so tragic.

A plague really destroys families and destroys people.

"At that time, many people thought that Yu Xingkui and his wife would not survive. Unexpectedly, Yu Xingkui later married a daughter-in-law who was a full ten years younger than him. She gave birth to a son for him a few years ago. The child was similar to

Our Feng'er is about the same age, six or seven years old." Yang Huazhong continued. As he spoke, all his clothes were changed and his hair was dried.

Sun's hot tea was put into his hand, and he took a sip, feeling that all the cold and dampness that had lasted for most of the day had been driven away.

"My wife is ten years younger than him? Where is she from?" asked Sun curiously.

Yang Huazhong said: "The woman from Zhengjiacun is also a poor woman. Her husband and children were lost in the plague. She was married to Yu Xingkui through someone."

Mrs. Sun sighed softly, "It's true that they are both poor people. Fortunately, these two poor people came together to build a family again and gave birth to a son. It is more or less a lot of expectations."

However, Yu Xingkui is already forty-five this year, and his son is only six or seven years old.

At the very least, it will take ten years to get his children married and start a family. By then, Yu Xingkui himself will be fifty-five. How much farm work can a fifty-five-year-old do?

My son, who is 17 or 18 years old, is relatively immature, so it is a bit difficult for him to support a family.

"If his first wife and children had not died, they would all be married by now?" Ms. Sun asked again.

Yang Huazhong nodded, "That's for sure. Hey, if I don't say it, it's all fate."

"Anyway, I offered him a salary of twenty taels a month, including food, drinks and accommodation. How long he can work next depends on his own ability. If he can coax my father not to expel him, he doesn't have to wait six months.

Month, I will raise his salary to three taels of silver a month in three months, so that he can save more money for his family. In the future, his youngest son will get married and he will take care of himself in old age. Don’t worry if you have some savings on hand!"

After hearing what Yang Huazhong said, Mrs. Sun's eyes were so gentle that they could shed water.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I...I'm a little embarrassed." Yang Huazhong joked.

Sun's eyes became gentler, "Lao San, you are a good person, kind-hearted and kind to others."

Yang Huazhong smiled: "Humans, it's always better to be kind. People who do too many bad things can't sleep well. All we do in life are fair and aboveboard, and we have the confidence to go wherever we go."

Mrs. Sun nodded in agreement. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the front yard again.

"It seems that the fourth child is here. How come he has become a Taoist temple before it gets dark yet?" Yang Huazhong looked at the sky and rain outside the house and was a little confused.

Mrs. Sun suddenly patted her thigh: "Oh, Third Brother, I was so busy looking for clothes to change for you that I almost forgot to tell you something. Yongxian is awake!"

"What? Yongxian is awake? Is it true?" Yang Huazhong was also so surprised that his eyes widened.

"Third brother, so you are here. Let me tell you, go to the big room and have a look. Yongxian is awake!"

Yang Huaming, wearing a raincoat with water dripping from it, appeared at the door of the house and shouted loudly into the house.

Yang Huazhong rushed out in three steps: "When did it happen?"
Chapter completed!