Zhang Ying was bossing the young man around, ordering him to do this and that, and would cry and curse if he was dissatisfied at the slightest.
Yang Liansheng looked grim as he carried the basin of clothes and walked out into the dark night without even looking back.
Zhang Ying shouted sarcastically, "Be careful. After washing, bring two more buckets of water."
The boy went to work early every day and was nowhere to be seen. Only when he got off work every day would she toss him around, purely out of revenge.
If Lu Jinrong knew that her beloved eldest grandson was living this kind of life under someone else's roof, she would probably jump out of her coffin in anger.
Young Master Yang had never washed clothes for anyone since he was a child, and he felt very annoyed. Relying on his strength, he swung all the clothes on the bluestone slab and beat them with a stick.
The leftover water is much cleaner than the washed water.
After washing his clothes hastily, the boy rolled up his trouser legs to his knees, put his tired legs into the river and relaxed for a while.
The smile on his face was only for a moment. The boy scratched his hair in annoyance, picked up his clothes and ran away dejectedly.
I have to carry two loads of water before going to bed.
Early the next morning, Yang Liansheng rushed to the kitchen and drank two buckets of water. Today he had taken a rare day off and was going to town.
The operator at the post office took a long time to answer the call, and handed the phone to the boy with an impatient look on his face.
Hearing the stranger's voice coming from inside, the boy's blood seemed to be frozen, and his face turned pale.
The person on the other end of the phone thought he didn't hear, so he raised his voice and asked, "Hello~ Who are you?"
The young man asked anxiously, "Excuse me, is Chen Yuanzhi here?"
The person who answered the phone seemed to have his tail burned, and kept denying, "No, no, there is no such person!"
He hung up the phone in a hurry.
Yang Liansheng's face was filled with gloom. Judging from the situation, his grandfather must have left, otherwise why would these people avoid him like snakes and scorpions.
The boy took out a wrinkled two-cent coin from his trouser pocket and handed it to the operator.
Without saying a word, he turned and left.
I walked all the way home under the scorching sun.
Zhang Ying narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy.
"Why do you get off work so early today?"
Look carefully at the young man's neatly dressed body, but not stained with mud.
She snorted and said, "Is he going to town today?"
The young man paused slightly as he scooped water.
Zhang Ying pretended to be gentle and said, "You went to call your grandfather again, kid, you are the same. Your grandfather can't even protect himself, and you still expect him to help you."
Seeing the boy clenching his cheeks, she couldn't help but laugh.
"By the way, you must not go to town. It's been very chaotic lately. You might as well earn more work points with this time." She reminded him thoughtfully.
She didn't care about the few cents in the boy's pocket, but she would not miss any opportunity to exploit him.
"Don't worry about it."
This was a matter of his lack of consideration.
I called my grandfather without hesitation.
It took this woman to remind him, even though she didn't have any concerns.
Yang Liansheng's butt had just touched the bench when a bamboo backpack hit his calf.
The boy's eyes suddenly became sharp, with anger brewing in them visibly. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and it was unknown what words would come out of his mouth next.
Zhang Ying was choked by his expression and said even more dissatisfiedly, "What are you sitting here for? Instead of going to the fields to earn work points, you go dig up some wild vegetables and wait for your aunt to support you. Oh, I'll drag my broken body to dig wild vegetables for you and die of exhaustion in the mountains..."
The woman started to cry as she spoke.
Yang Liansheng: “…”
If he could, he really wanted to leave.
Seeing the young man leave, Zhang Yingcai wiped the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, and happily took out a few cakes from the cupboard. When she saw the small bag of hawthorn on the surface, she picked up a corner and threw it into the corner as if she was avoiding the plague.
There was a cold look between his brows.
This unlucky thing.
She regretted it so much that her intestines turned green!
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