Tang Jianjun waved his hand: "Xiaojun, I really am leaving the house to you, but you must remember that this house was built for me by the Yan family. Otherwise, the old house would have collapsed long ago."
Tang Xiaojun glanced at the red brick house. He could tell that the house was newly built, but he didn't expect that his brother-in-law's family had paid for it.
"Brother-in-law, thank you," Tang Xiaojun said.
"No need to thank me, I'm not your brother-in-law anymore, I'm just my master's apprentice," Southwest continued.
Tang Xiaojun was stunned. What did that mean? They were divorced, but he was still treating his ex-father-in-law so well. Was this guy from Southwest mentally ill?
However, being good to one's father is also a good thing, and Tang Xiaojun immediately felt relieved.
"Old woman, go and pack our things. We'll go stay with Duoduo at Lao Yan's house for a few days. Once the house in town is ready, we'll move there." Tang Jianjun patted his mother.
Mrs. Tang sighed deeply, found the suitcase that Nan Nan had bought for the two of them, put her clothes and important items into the suitcase, and pulled the suitcase out.
"Tomorrow I'll have the village chief give you the land deed and the family division documents. You can live a good life from now on." Tang Jianjun pulled the suitcase and walked out. Yan Xinan quickly took it from him, and Bei Nan also took the suitcase and packages from Tang's mother and led them to the Yan family.
Ye Chenming glanced at Tang Xiaojun, completely baffled. How could such a good man like Uncle Tang have such terrible children? What went wrong?
When Yan Xiaoqiang saw that Southwest was dragging a suitcase, North was carrying a package, and even Ye Chenming was pulling a suitcase, with the elderly Tang couple following behind, he knew that something had happened in Tonga.
Cuihua quickly served the elderly couple a cup of hot tea, hoping that a warm stomach would improve their mood.
Tang Jianjun took a sip of tea and then recounted his family's troubles. He admitted he was ashamed, and admitted he didn't know how to raise his children.
When Cuihua and Yan Xiaoqiang learned that Tang Jianjun had voluntarily given the old house to his son and that they were going to live in town, they found it somewhat unbelievable.
“Old Tang, didn’t you say that leaves should return to their roots? That’s why Duoduo came here to keep you company. But now you’re going to town again. You might as well go back to the capital. You have a house there too.”
Tang Jianjun shook his head and said, "Qiangzi, I've thought about it. If I live with them, I can only take care of Xiaojun's two sons, but I won't be able to take care of Duoduo. Otherwise, people will talk behind my back. But I want Duoduo to break the pot for me, so it's better to stay away from them."
Yan Xiaoqiang understood that Lao Tang's biggest mistake was failing to educate his two children well, so he placed all his hopes on Duo Duo.
Fortunately, the town is not far from Mushroom Village, so if anything happens, Ma Mingchun can still be contacted quickly.
Cuihua shook her head and sighed as she went into the kitchen to boil water and make tea. She also asked Nannan to bring out two quilts, as Tang Jianjun and his wife would be staying here for the next couple of days.
Yan Xiaonan spoke up: "Uncle Tang, why don't you apply to the village chief for a piece of land? Your son can also apply for land when he comes back, but it might cost some money."
Tang Jianjun shook his head. He had made up his mind that he would stay away from his children for the rest of his life. When he was about to close his eyes, he would ask Duoduo to find them a good place to be buried, so that they could return to their roots.
Southwest arranged for Tang's mother to sleep in one room with Liu Lili and Bao'er, while Tang Jianjun, himself, and Duoduo slept in North South's room.
"Let's go, Ma Mingchun, you drive us there." Bei Nan wanted to go to town to see just how dilapidated Mao Tou's house was.
Half an hour later, Bei Nanji stood outside Mao Tou's house. Mao Tou's house was considered good in town, with a small independent courtyard, a large main room, and side rooms on both sides.
Behind the main hall is a small courtyard, accessible only through the kitchen. It's a relatively secluded place; Bei Nan and his group hid in this courtyard to escape capture.
The gate to the courtyard was wide open, and sunlight shone directly into the courtyard. Through the sunlight, one could see swirling dust and a middle-aged woman drawing water from the well.
Bei Nan walked over and saw the woman struggling to lift the bucket from the well. He quickly ran up and lifted it up with him.
The middle-aged woman looked at Bei Nan gratefully, then suddenly seemed a little stunned: "Comrade, I don't think I've seen you before. Which room do you live in?"
Bei Nan was shocked and quickly looked around. The once tidy courtyard had been piled up with a lot of clutter and was no longer as clean as before.
"Auntie, isn't this a private house? Why is there so much clutter here? And who are you? How come you live here?"
The middle-aged woman's earlier gratitude vanished, her eyes immediately turning wary. She even turned back and shouted into the house, "Come out quickly, something's wrong."
Suddenly, five or six men and women appeared. Some were empty-handed but looked nervous, while others were holding rolling pins, probably rolling dough at home.
Bei Nan's face also darkened. He stretched his limbs and looked at the strongest man: "Can you tell me why you're living in my brother's house?"
When the man saw Bei Nan pointing at him, and then looked around and saw that no one was speaking up for him, he turned around and rushed into his house.
Bei Nan hadn't expected such a big and strong man to be so timid. It was too late to grab him, so she could only grab another, smaller man instead.
The man tried to break free, but Bei Nan put all her strength into it, and her tone became impatient: "Can any of you tell me what's going on?"
The middle-aged woman who was fetching water thought for a moment and finally stepped forward: "Don't grab him. He has asthma, and it would be very troublesome if he had an attack. This house was also sold to us by someone else."
"Sold to you? Who sold it to you?" Bei Nan asked hurriedly.
“We don’t know who sold it to us. My room is the second one, and it cost us 300 yuan. We even transferred our household registration here,” the middle-aged woman replied.
“Yes, my room cost five hundred, they said it was the biggest,” another woman said.
“I live in the small house at the back. I got the news late, so I only spent a hundred yuan. The sun doesn’t even shine in here. I overpaid,” an old woman said.
"Who sold it to you? Did you see the land deed?" Bei Nan asked.
"There's no land deed. They just let us choose. Each house has a different price, but if you pay, you can transfer your household registration here."
"The person who sold it to us used to be a manager in the black market. I don't know his name, but he had a mustache and looked a bit fierce," a woman recalled.
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