He Laowu lay lazily in the corner of the dilapidated house, ignoring He Laosan, and turned to scold Suibao loudly: "All you do is cry, cry, cry! You cry all day long. Did your father or mother die? Are you in such a hurry to go to their graves?"
The baby sobbed and cried even louder.
Sui Bao's mother, holding Sui Bao, hid to the side, her arm, which was inadvertently exposed, was covered with pinch marks.
Receiving no response, He Laowu's anger flared up: "You heartless brat! I feed you and care for you, what more do you want? Aren't you blessed with good fortune? Hurry up and call a few more sheep! Don't you know we're out of money?!"
He Lizheng, who had been deep in thought with his eyes closed, could no longer hold back. He suddenly stood up and slapped He Laowu across the face, knocking him to the ground.
"How dare you insult Suibao? If you hadn't refused to leave and insisted on staying in this wretched town, we would have reached Longxing Prefecture long ago. How could we have ended up like this? Your older brother is dead, and you still refuse to find work. You...you're going to drive me crazy!"
Old He quickly helped He Lizheng up, afraid that he would fall and get hurt, since there was no money to call a doctor right now!
Old He Wu, still not learning his lesson after being slapped, leaned against the wall and cursed, "If you hadn't made me follow Widow Cheng, would I have had my legs broken? Blame it on your ingratitude!"
The villagers of Shanqing Village watched the He family, who had started making a scene again, with numb expressions, and gave a mocking smirk.
When He Lao Er returned from his work, exhausted, he still tried to stop his father, saying, "Father, Father, don't hit him anymore. I've asked around; a family in business is fleeing to Longxing Prefecture and needs someone to watch their cart and goods along the way. Perhaps..."
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