Transmigrating to the 60s, I Started Supporting My Family at 16

Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.

However, Zhang Sh...

Chapter 15: Stealing a Chicken, Losing the Rice

"Uncle Qingxiang, is this the case?"

Zhang Xiangyang looked at the one among the onlookers who was older in seniority.

"Captain, I don't know what happened at the village entrance, but everything that happened here, I saw from beginning to end, is exactly what Xiaoguang said."

As an elder, Zhang Qingxiang speaks impartially.

"Yes, Captain, Zhang Xiangdong will make Xiaoguang kneel down and kowtow as soon as they meet."

"It was the Zhang Chenguang brothers who started the fight first. When they couldn't win, they just lay on the ground and peed like sissies."

"Xiao Guang is right. They are throwing a tantrum like this, I guess they really want to shirk their responsibility."

The villagers were disgusted by what the Zhang Chenguang brothers did. How much pain could a kick inflict on a child who couldn't even get enough to eat? Was it really necessary for him to lie on the ground and howl?

The third one is better, especially the second one, who is actually shitting and pissing all over the place. It's too much.

The villagers talked about it all and soon restored the situation.

"Alright, Xiaoguang, take your brother back. Try not to get violent next time. If you can reason with him, then be reasonable. If you can't, don't we still have the brigade headquarters?"

After hearing the whole story, Zhang Xiangyang breathed a sigh of relief.

He and Zhang Xiangnan are of similar age. They grew up together and are brothers from the same family. They have always had a good relationship.

When Zhang Xiangyang's father was ill, Zhang Xiangnan also generously donated money to help him through the difficult times.

Zhang Xiangyang always remembered this favor in his heart, so even if Zhang Xiangnan got into trouble, Zhang Xiangyang never took advantage of him.

When assigning tasks, not only did he not make things difficult for Zhang Qingchun and Su Hong, he also secretly took care of them.

"Captain, we can't let them go! Look at my two sons, how badly he beat them!"

Bai Yanniang could no longer pretend, so she got up from the ground and went to pull Zhang Shuguang.

"Stand right there!"

"I already know what happened, and the root of this matter is your fault.

The eyes of the masses are sharp. They won’t wrongly accuse you, right?

You should go home too. This matter ends here. Brother Xiangdong, if you have enough money, please pay back the money you owe to Xiangnan!

As the old saying goes, a drop of water should be repaid with a spring. You don't have to repay a spring with a spring, but at least you should return that drop of water!

Your three sons are already grown up. If your reputation is ruined, who will dare to come to your house as a matchmaker in the future?"

"You guys take care of yourself!"

It is said that even a fair judge cannot settle family disputes, but that only applies when there are grievances and entanglements between the parties.

In a situation like Uncle Qingchun's, it's clear who's right and who's wrong.

"Okay, that's what the captain said. I'll send it to them once I gather enough."

Zhang Xiangdong was feeling uneasy, but he had to smile on the surface because the team leader of the production team was someone he could not afford to offend.

The team leader is responsible for assigning you work content and assessing work points every day, and he has supreme power in the village.

Some jobs require few work points and are difficult to do, while some jobs are easy but earn considerable work points, and all of these jobs are legal.

In other words, if the team leader wants to make things difficult for you, he can do so in a reasonable and legal manner, making it impossible for you to survive in the village.

"Everyone is tired after a busy day, let's go home."

At Zhang Xiangyang's urging, the members dispersed reluctantly, leaving only Zhang Xiangdong and his family of four.

"Okay, stop pretending. Everyone's left. Who are you pretending for?"

Bai Yanniang became angry when she looked at her two sons and asked them to help her. However, she ended up losing a bigger person. She would not be able to face going to crowded places from now on.

"Come on, you two, I asked you to beat up that little bastard, but who told you to act on your own?

Especially the second brother, aren't you going too far? How much pain can a kick from a skinny, pale boy possibly cause?

You're really bold, with shit and piss all over the place, are you going to talk about having a wife in the future?"

Not to mention the villagers who were watching, even Zhang Xiangdong, the father, thought that his two sons were pretending.

"Dad, I'm not pretending. That kick from that traitor was so heavy, I felt like all my bones were broken."

The third brother, Zhang Shengguang, covered his buttocks with his hands, made a bitter face, and gasped in pain.

Zhang Chenguang, who was lying on the side, couldn't say a word. He just felt that all his internal organs were displaced, especially his stomach, which was cramping with pain.

"You didn't lie?"

There was still a hint of doubt in Zhang Xiangdong's eyes.

"Oh my dear father! We are almost twenty years old, don't we have any shame? Who would want to pretend to be bald if they have hair?"

Zhang Shengguang really wanted to cry but had no tears. He had suffered such a great loss that even his parents thought that he and his second brother were pretending.

"Boss, we can't just let this go."

Bai Yanniang looked resentfully at the direction where Zhang Shuguang left.

"Of course we won't let this go. He put our family's faces on the ground and stepped on them. He will get revenge sooner or later."

After they drew a clear line between themselves and the old house, the villagers talked about them behind their backs, but they never embarrassed them in person.

Today, Zhang Shuguang made everything clear and directly tore off their fig leaf.

Zhang Xiangdong could easily imagine that their family would become the focus of everyone's discussion for a long time to come.

The brothers tried, but couldn't walk normally at all.

Helplessly, Zhang Xiangdong had to run to the brigade headquarters to borrow a cart and take his two sons back home.

In the rural areas of the 1960s, if you lost a fight, you lost it. As long as no one was killed, there would be no legal consequences, and there would be no question of asking for compensation.

If you have the ability, fight back; if you don’t, just endure it. This is also the reason why everyone is trying so hard to have sons.

"Brother, you are so awesome."

"Brother, I have never been so happy."

"Brother, do you know martial arts?"

Along the way, Zhang Shengli held his brother's hand tightly and was in an excited state.

Even when the two brothers returned home, the little guy's face was still red.

"Mom, grandma, we are back."

After entering the gate, Zhang Shengli started shouting at the top of his voice. He wanted to tell his mother and grandmother everything that happened today.

"Have you taken the meat to grandma? Are grandma and grandpa in good health? Have you seen your uncle?"

Su Hong walked out of the house holding her little daughter Panpan, and started asking her little son. She hadn't been back to her parents' home for some time.

Firstly, I don’t have money to buy gifts, and there is nothing decent to buy at home.

Secondly, she had insisted on staying in Zhangzhuang and not going back to her parents' home. She was a strong-willed person and didn't want her parents, brother and sister-in-law to see her in such a miserable state.

"I've sent it off, I've sent it off. Grandma and Grandpa are both fine. I just miss you and your sister."

"My uncle and cousins ​​have all gone to work. Besides my grandparents, only my eldest and third aunts are at home."

Just as he was about to show off his brother's brilliant performance today, his mother asked a question before him, so Zhang Shengli had to answer his mother's question first.