"Serves you right! You're such a humiliator!" After coming out of Old Ding's house, the clan leader slapped himself in the face. He felt angry just thinking about how his kindness was treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.
"Forget it, old friend. It's not worth getting angry with him." The village headman put his hands behind his back. He now spent all day hanging out with the Taifu, and under his influence his mindset had been elevated. He said calmly, "People should look forward and not get angry with those who have been left behind."
"If you get angry and make yourself sick, you're the one who suffers."
“Two years ago, who would have thought that Ding Erdan would end up like this?
The clan leader shook his head and sighed, "Yes, this guy has three sections of grass, and no one knows which one is better until the end."
"Don't laugh at yourself for falling behind others; you'll just end up being laughed at."
"What did the old master say..." The village head raised his eyebrows and looked up at the night sky. "Oh, that's right. Don't fight for short-term gains. You have to look further ahead. That bastard Ding Erdan has always only seen the little benefits in front of him, and yet he thinks he's smart. Otherwise, how could he have gotten to where he is today?"
Thinking of Old Dingtou slumped in bed with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes, they both sighed inwardly. Over the years, even if it wasn't them, who wouldn't give Old Dingtou a thumbs-up when other villagers mentioned him behind his back? In the fields, whenever Old Dingtou appeared, he was always followed by several of his older sons. With the exception of the fourth son, all of them were skilled farmers, the envy of countless people.
At that time, every evening, Old Ding would throw the hoe into the hands of his eldest son, put his hands behind his back and lead his energetic sons home from work. Walking on the ridges of the fields, they were a walking scenery, attracting the attention of the villagers.
Don't be fooled by Old Ding's rough and sloppy appearance now. In his youth, he was a famous handsome man in the surrounding area, and the door of his house was almost broken down by matchmakers. But no one expected him to fall in love with Meng. Even his father didn't like Meng, saying that she was tall and strong with a fierce face and was afraid that she would bring bad luck to his husband.
His father had originally declined, thinking that Meng was not worthy of his son.
But Old Ding was in love with her because she was good at bearing children. And it turned out to be true. After Meng married him, all of her children were boys. She gave birth to six sons in a row, which made Old Ding very happy.
It’s easier to farm with more sons!
Old Ding and his father were at odds. His father wanted him to study hard, become successful, and bring honor to the family. But Old Ding didn't want that. He just wanted to take good care of the crops, hoping there would be no wars or famines, and that he could have enough food to eat and live in peace and happiness until he grew old.
If you can still take advantage of small things from time to time, life will be perfect.
But it was precisely the grain, which he valued most, that dealt him a heavy blow. Otherwise, he wouldn't have collapsed in anger after hearing that the grain had been looted. This fall was like a tiger in plain land being bullied by a dog. Mrs. Meng would beat him as if it were a game, slapping him left and right whenever she was not satisfied. But now he's fine, having sold the grain and made some money. When he gets better, the first thing he'll do is skin that stinky woman, Mrs. Meng!
As Old Ding thought about this, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, which instantly ignited the anger in Meng's heart.
She didn't think Old Ding could get better. Wouldn't it be nice to have the money from selling the grain in her own hands? Meng hated these prodigals, not realizing that in this family, Old Ding was her best and only ally.
Once Old Ding fell down, the usually silent leader said he would take away her power. No matter how dissatisfied she was or how much she complained, she could only say it to the air. No one paid any attention to her. After the village head and the clan leader left, the leaders lifted Old Ding onto a flatbed cart and took it to the town's Puren Hall.
As Lao Liu was leaving, he held his stomach and made an excuse to go to the toilet to let them go first. He then went back to the old house to find his fourth brother and his wife.
"Mr. Yang's acupuncture skills are very good, and he's good at treating hemiplegia. Don't worry." Jian Ning told Lao Liu after hearing that the eldest brothers had sent Lao Ding to Puren Hall.
Jian Ning wasn't trying to comfort him, but rather speaking the truth. Yang Taigong had practiced medicine for many years, possessing considerable skills and experience. His only shortcoming was his excessive adherence to established principles and a lack of innovative spirit. He hesitated to prescribe medications for difficult and complicated cases. Even when he knew a treatment was warranted, he was unwilling to risk it for the sake of his reputation.
In fact, it is not just Yang Taigong. Many famous doctors are like this. After all, success and risk each have a 50% chance, and not everyone can afford the risk of failure.
Lao Liu came to ask Jian Ning because he was unsure. He had wanted to ask Jian Ning to show his father before, but he didn't have the courage to ask.
After he left, Jian Ning went to ask Da Niu and the others to wash up and go to bed to rest. Ding Youtian remembered that he had beaten Er Niu today, so he also followed them to the west room.
If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault.
He will have to give them a lesson and talk some sense into them later.
When they went there, Da Nv and the others were just about to talk about Ah Man. It turned out that Mei Xiang and Ah Man were also in the west room with the three of them. When they left, the three girls felt like a lot of people were missing.
"I miss Sister A'man. Why can't she stay at our house and play with us all the time?" Sanniu knelt on her bed and asked Daniu.
"She has her own family. Mom said she'll take us to see her when she has time." The eldest girl was lying on the bed playing with the small purse Ah Man had given her. Suddenly, she turned around and asked the second girl, "Second sister, will you come with us to see Sister Ah Man?"
Erniu sat on the bed, clutching the He Xiangu doll Jian Ning had woven. Just as Ah Man had given each of her valuables before leaving, Da Niu and San Niu had nothing to give Ah Man. Ah Man's family was wealthy, and she had everything she needed. After much deliberation, they gave Ah Man their most precious doll, the one Jian Ning had woven for them, as a return gift.
It was the first toy they ever owned and they always treasured it.
Because Erniu was angry with A'man, she didn't even look at the gift A'man gave her. A'man gave purses to Da Niu and San Niu, but gave her a jade pendant with tassels. It was very delicate and beautiful, and could be tied to the belt like the purses given to Da Niu and San Niu.
She regretted not giving her doll to Ah Man. She was feeling down when she heard the girl ask her, and she answered seriously, "Go! I miss Ah Man too. She's actually quite nice, isn't she?"
The three girls said in unison: "Yes!"
"It would be great if I could wake up and find Sister A'man here again. I could give this to her." Erniu sighed like a grown-up and continued, "Doesn't she have the same mother as us? Why does she have another family instead of the same one with us?"
The big girl thought about it and said, "We were born from the same mother, but she wasn't. Sister A'man has her own mother."
"Big sister." Sanniu seemed to have thought of something that confused her. She frowned and asked, "We were born by our mother, and our father didn't give birth to us. So what is the purpose of our father?"
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