Old Master Wang's eyes were fixed on the coffin, and he simply nodded slightly.
With red eyes, Wang Xiulan stepped forward and gently stroked the red cloth on the coffin.
"Mom, we're home..."
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
Wang Dajiang, sitting in a wheelchair, was pushed by Su Jianguo to the front of the coffin.
His body trembled violently, and a hoarse sound came from his throat. His mutilated fingers gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly.
He wanted to stand up and kowtow to his mother one last time, but his paralyzed body wouldn't obey him.
"Brother, don't worry."
Su Jianguo quickly went over and helped Wang Dajiang up.
"I'll help you."
Su Jianguo helped Wang Dajiang up and made him kneel in front of the coffin.
Wang Dajiang's forehead slammed heavily against the ground with a dull thud.
When he looked up again, blood was seeping from his forehead, but he seemed not to feel any pain. He just stared intently at his mother's coffin, tears streaming down his face silently.
A number of villagers gradually gathered outside the ancestral hall.
There were elderly people with canes, women holding children, and several teenagers peeking curiously from behind their parents.
They spoke in hushed tones, occasionally letting out a sigh.
"The old lady was a good person..."
"I remember when I was little and had a fever, she would make me ginger soup..."
"Poor thing, she only saw her eldest son before she left..."
Village Chief Zhang walked to the entrance of the ancestral hall and spoke to the villagers.
"Fellow villagers, the old lady's mourning hall will be set up for three days. If you wish, please come and offer incense. Uncle Wang and his family thank you for your kindness."
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the ancestral hall.
A disheveled figure, covered in dust, stumbled and rushed over, letting out heart-wrenching cries as he ran.
"Grandma! Grandma!"
Everyone froze, turning to look at the source of the sound.
He was a man in his early thirties, his face covered in tears and dust.
His hair was a complete mess, and his clothes were covered in mud and bits of grass, clearly indicating that he had run all the way here.
"Wealthy?"
Wang Xiulan was the first to recognize her nephew, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Wang Youcai suddenly stopped in his tracks at the entrance of the ancestral hall, his legs buckling.
"thump"
He knelt down on the ground with a thud.
His eyes were fixed on the coffin in the center of the ancestral hall, and the expression on his face quickly changed from shock to collapse.
"No...it can't be..."
He shook his head, his voice trembling.
"Grandma...Grandma won't..."
Then, he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He crawled forward on his knees.
Grandma! Your grandson is here! Your grandson has come to see you!
Wang Youcai cried out as he crawled into the ancestral hall, repeatedly banging his forehead against the ground until blood appeared.
For many years, the old lady had lived with her eldest son, Wang Youcai, whom she practically raised from a young age.
Therefore, Wang Youcai had a deep affection for his grandmother.
When Wang Dajiang saw his son, his body trembled violently, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
He tried to speak, but could only make "ah ah" sounds. He waved his hands frantically, his fingers gesturing wildly in the air.
Su Jianguo frowned as he watched this scene.
He remembered the two hundred yuan that Village Chief Zhang had mentioned, and the scars on his brother-in-law's body.
It can be said that this family has become what it is today because Wang Youcai married a wife who is not a good person.
It's because Wang Youcai is such a useless person that things have turned out this way.
A surge of anger instantly rose from the depths of Su Jianguo's heart.
Since his brother-in-law was disabled and unable to discipline his son, the uncle-in-law naturally took on the responsibility.
He strode up to Wang Youcai, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted his nephew, who was half a head shorter than him.
Wang Youcai's face was streaked with tears, his eyes unfocused, as if he had not yet recovered from the shock.
"Uncle... Uncle?"
Wang Youcai recognized Su Jianguo, his voice trembling.
Su Jianguo sneered.
"Alright, alright, it's good that you still recognize me as your uncle!"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and delivered a resounding slap to Wang Youcai's face.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound of slapping echoed inside the ancestral hall.
Wang Youcai staggered a few steps after being slapped and fell to the ground.
My left cheek swelled up at a visible rate.
An uproar erupted both inside and outside the ancestral hall.
The villagers whispered among themselves in surprise, not understanding why Su Jianguo would hit this young man who had just lost his grandmother.
Wang Xiulan exclaimed in surprise.
"Build the nation!"
She tried to step forward to stop him, but her father held her back.
The old man shook his head, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
Wang Dajiang waved his arms excitedly from his wheelchair, making indistinct sounds, it was unclear whether he was agreeing or disagreeing.
Wang Youcai slumped to the ground, covering his face, staring at Su Jianguo in disbelief.
"Uncle...why did you..."
"Why?"
Su Jianguo looked down at him, his voice as cold as ice.
"You still have the nerve to ask why? Your grandmother's biggest worry before she passed away was your father, and how did you treat him?"
Wang Youcai's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his lips trembled so much that he couldn't speak.
"Your wife treats your father like an animal, and you just stand by and watch?"
Su Jianguo continued to press him, and every word he said made Wang Youcai feel extremely ashamed.
"Your father is starving and cold, and you don't even care?"
"I...I..."
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