Chapter 9 Stealing a chicken fails but loses the rice
After a long while, until the villagers were talking about the old lady of the Jiang family becoming paralyzed, Jiang Dahai and Zhao from the eldest wife could no longer sit still at home and finally showed up.
As soon as they entered the house,
they saw that Jiang Dahai not only had a broken arm, but also a crippled hand, and was holding his breath and sleeping on the kang.
The old lady next to him was groaning and groaning, and kept asking for water.
But no matter how she called for a long time, Jiang Dahai didn't move, and Zhuang was even more lazy to pay attention. She just glanced at him and continued to stir-fry kidney beans for her daughter.
Jiang Dahai felt sorry for his mother, and hurriedly ran over to pick up the kettle and hurriedly poured a bowl of water to the kang.
"Mom, the water is here."
Mrs. Jiang finally saw the water. She opened her mouth with great effort and was about to swallow a mouthful.
But the water was so hot that she screamed and spit it all over Jiang Dahai.
"Wow, old man... do you want to scald your mother to death..." Mrs. Jiang could not speak clearly and could only stare at her son.
Jiang Dahai did not know that the pot was filled with hot water.
He could only stare at Zhuang in reproach: "Sister-in-law, I am not the eldest brother to blame you, but you see that our mother is thirsty. If I hadn't come here, I don't know how much she would suffer."
When Zhuang heard this, she threw the spatula aside.
She pinched her little voice and said in a sinister tone: "So you know you are the eldest brother. Mother needs someone to take care of her right now, and I have to take care of Dahe. How about you and your sister-in-law carry her back home first?"
When these words came out, Zhao was so scared that her mouth twitched. She hurriedly poked Jiang Dahai to tell him not to talk nonsense.
Since the separation of the family, the first and second houses have agreed to take turns to support the mother in order to coax the money out of Mrs. Jiang's hands. The third
house is not allowed to interfere.
Every two months, Mrs. Jiang would bring the paving roll and move to the nest.
Now it's the second house's turn again. As the daughter-in-law of the first house, Zhao would never take her newly paralyzed mother-in-law home.
Zhao had been at odds with Zhuang for a long time, and now she rolled her eyes and said, "Is your sister-in-law angry with the third room? Mother loves you and the second child the most. Even if we take her back, she won't be happy to go. Don't you think so?"
Jiang Dahai felt ashamed. He was furious and could only turn the conversation to the third room.
"Yes, this is all the fault of the widow of the third room. She is a disaster. If she hadn't disobeyed mother, how could mother run to her shabby nest in the middle of the night and fall like this!" Jiang Dahai slapped the edge of the kang twice.
Jiang Dahe sat up at this time, bearing the pain.
"It's all that woman's fault. My arm is broken like this. I don't know if I can do heavy work in the future!" He showed a fierce look.
Seeing his mother and brother in trouble, Jiang Dahai thought of his status as the eldest brother and felt that he had to stand up and support them no matter what.
But of course, taking his mother home was absolutely impossible.
As for paying for his mother's medical treatment... he was even more reluctant to do that.
After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Dahai only dared to vent his anger on the third room.
So he put on a stern face and said excitedly: "Mom, second brother, this matter can't be let go like this. Tonight I will go to the Feng family's house and let their third room bleed a little. I will never let you suffer in vain!"
Jiang Dahe was originally looking at his eldest brother with some hope.
But when he heard that the house was going to be destroyed, he shook his head anxiously: "No, no, what a bad idea you came up with, big brother, if the house really burns down, the third room can't live in it, who will suppress those two for me..."
In the middle of his words, he coughed twice with an unnatural expression, and then quickly stopped talking.
Jiang Dahai didn't know about this yet.
He was a little confused.
At this time, the paralyzed old lady Jiang on the kang also shook her head vigorously: "Um, um, um, big brother... Don't touch the house, listen, listen to me..."
Last night, although she took the lead in demolishing the Feng family's house,
it was just to scare the orphans and widows and cause them some trouble. She never thought of really demolishing it.
A bungalow is small, but if no one bears the resentment for her second son, wouldn't it be like cutting out her heart?
Old Mrs. Jiang slurped her saliva and looked at the second son with favoritism.
But she didn't know that Jiang Dahe and his wife had already started to plan how to get her to the eldest brother's house as soon as they left the clinic...
"How about this, eldest brother." Jiang Dahe avoided the gaze of Old Mrs. Jiang.
A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since I broke my arm, let the third room also break a few legs to compensate me. Didn't your family just make a few traps to catch the old hens raised by the village chief? Why don't you just put them at the door of the third room and help me to crush the rotten heart and lungs of the third room, then my suffering will not be in vain!"
Jiang Dahai heard that this was also a way.
Anyway, it was just a matter of a few traps.
When Zhao heard that her family could not take advantage and had to work hard, she wanted to stop, but Jiang Dahai didn't care and insisted on going.
He placed the traps in a row at the door of Feng's house, and then took his wife with him, hiding behind the haystack and watching secretly.
"Wait, second brother, this time I will definitely let you vent your anger!"
Jiang Dahai and his wife squatted at the door for almost noon.
Their legs were almost numb from squatting, and no one came out for a long time. Instead, they smelled the aroma of pork stewed with vermicelli.
Zhao, who had not eaten meat for a long time, licked her lips and widened her eyes in surprise: "No way, boss, the third room is eating stewed meat?"
Jiang Dahai couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.
He thought she must be hallucinating because of hunger, and shook his head impatiently: "What are you thinking about? The third branch is extremely poor. When the family was divided, our mother didn't even give the third son a piece of land. It was only after the third son left that the widow gritted her teeth and saved money to buy a piece of land in the village. Now her family is lucky to have cornmeal to eat, so how can they spare money to buy meat? Eat."
Zhao had to hold back her gluttony and consoled herself: "That's true. How can the third house have something we can't afford? I must have smelled it wrong!"
The couple from the first house were squatting in the haystack under the scorching sun, almost delirious with gluttony. They didn't know that at this time, the Feng family had just filled their stomachs with the delicious stewed meat. It was so delicious.
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