At that time, she saw through her uncle's plans at a glance. He was desperate and wanted to come to her to try his luck.

Li Yutong thought about it. The house of He Mingliang's family was located in the west of the county. It had not been demolished until the 20th century. After another 20 years, the county town was still vigorously developing towards the north. The policy that this family compound finally welcomed was just the renovation of the old community. The exterior of the building was painted with a two-meter-high white wall.

"Ask your uncle to give your family some money, and just sell this house to him."

In the previous life, this house seemed to have been occupied by Uncle He. He Mingliang and his mother rented a house outside. It was not until He Mingliang was almost 30 years old and was about to get married that they paid a down payment of 200,000 yuan and bought an elevator apartment worth more than 600,000 yuan.

"Will my uncle give us money?" He Mingliang thought Li Yutong was joking. How could this be possible?

"Didn't your uncle take half of your father's compensation? Ten thousand? Your house is probably worth about seventeen or eighty thousand." Li Yutong said: "Your uncle thinks they have achieved their goal and will not cause trouble for you in the future."

The county town is so small and the kinship is there. People just come here to cause trouble every few days and don't beat you. The police can't do anything to him and his mother. But He Mingliang and his mother are under great pressure. This is a mental oppression that is more terrible than being beaten. You are cursed and blamed every day, and you can't live like this. It will never end.

He Mingliang was a little dumbfounded: "If my uncle buys my house, where will my mother and I live in the future?"

Without a house, there is no home.

"Buy another one. The prices of new houses are not high now. You can buy another one for 38,000 yuan. It will be bigger and have a better layout. You can just consider it as a replacement." Li Yutong explained to him.

"Is there no other way?" He Mingliang still didn't want to give up the house where he grew up.

"Yes." said Li Yutong.

"What method?" He Mingliang asked hurriedly.

"Once your grandma dies, your uncle will no longer be able to use your grandma to hold your family hostage." Li Yutong said seriously.

He Mingliang suddenly felt speechless.

Yes, he and his mother are not afraid of his uncle, but they are afraid of his throwing a tantrum.

His grandmother is terrible. She always favors his uncle. When his mother married his father, his uncle was only in his teens. His father supported his grandparents and his uncle's family. Later, when his uncle learned a skill, it was his father who used connections and money to get him in.

The child his grandmother gave birth to was not for herself, but another son for his father.

He was also afraid of his grandmother.

But his grandmother is only 58 years old this year. She is full of energy, can do anything, and has no diseases. She can live for at least another 20 to 30 years.

"Well, I'll go back and think about it carefully." Selling or buying a house is a big deal, so he went back to discuss it with his mother.

He Mingliang returned to the station staff quarters. As soon as he entered the yard, he heard bursts of screams, children crying, and quarrels.

It was his aunt's full-throated, fierce voice that cursed: "What are you yelling for? What are you yelling for? You don't have a child at home. If the child wants to cry, what can I do?"

I don’t know how many times the neighbor came to my house: “You are a mother, your child is crying, you have to think of a way to deal with it, and your second child is running around in the house, jumping and hopping, and the floor is about to collapse because of him. If it really collapses, can you afford to pay for this building?”

"He's just a child. What can I do? Otherwise, I'll give it to you and you can take care of it."

When Zhao Mingliang arrived at the second floor, he found four or five neighbors crowded at the door of his house. His aunt was blocking the door with her hands on her hips, swearing at one and then the other in a sarcastic manner. She also grabbed the second child, who was wiping his nose from behind, and stuffed him into the hand of the neighbor who asked her to take care of the child.

"Oh my god, this child is so dirty, and you pushed it onto me. How can you be so disgusting?"

The second son spat at the old lady.

The old lady was so angry that she rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

"Cai Ling, you have to take care of this. This is your home." Everyone had no way of facing this shrew, and they all focused their fire on Hao Cai Ling.

Hao Cailing is He Mingliang's mother, and she has no choice but to say with a frustrated look: "No one listens to me."

The neighbors were arguing loudly.

"Mom, I have something to talk to you about. Let's talk outside." He Mingliang squeezed over and brought his mother out of the crowd.

After the mother and son left the station family compound, Hao Cailing was still wiping away tears: "When will this day end?"

Ever since her mother-in-law and sister-in-law moved in with their children, she has become a free babysitter for them and their children, doing the laundry, cooking, and cleaning after the children every day, from morning to night.

He Mingliang said, "Mom, they just want the house, so just sell it to them."

"Sell it? Where will we live if we sell it?" Hao Cailing is just a typical housewife. Her husband can support the family by driving a truck, so she has been at home taking care of the children. When He Mingliang grew up, she had not gone out to work for a long time, so she has been cleaning at home until her husband had an accident.

"Let's go and take a look first." He Mingliang said that they wanted to sell the house, but they also wanted to see if they could afford other houses.

Hao Cailing had lost her husband and her son had grown up and was her backbone. She immediately followed He Mingliang to find an agent. It turned out that most of the agents nowadays were scammers. Some of them charged consulting fees as soon as they arrived, while others just listened to what they said and didn't even let them see the house.

The mother and son ran around for the whole afternoon in vain, and it was getting dark.

"Let's go back today and we'll look at it tomorrow. By the way, Mom, don't tell them about buying a house. Just say we're renting it." He Mingliang was smart enough to say this to his mother.

Hao Cailing nodded hurriedly: "Mom knows, I will definitely not tell."

If I say it, I'm sure I'll be harassed again.

The mother and son returned home. The house, which was usually clean and tidy, was now in a mess, as if a strong wind had passed through it. The table was piled with leftover bowls, fruit peels, etc., and the floor was covered with water. The second child had a runny nose, and he started wiping the wall with his fingers, covering a large area.

The young aunt was leaning against the head of the bed, watching TV, eating melon seeds, laughing, and spitting the melon seed shells directly onto the ground, covering the floor.

His grandmother was holding the two-year-old third child and threw the used diaper on the ground, leaving a large yellow spot on it.

He Mingliang suddenly felt nauseous and almost vomited.

"Cai Ling, where have you been? Don't you see there is a lot of work to do at home? Hurry up and wash this diaper." He Mingliang's grandmother never dared to be mean to his aunt, but she dared to bully his mother Hao Cai Ling.

Hao Cailing was trying to pick up the diaper on the floor, but He Mingliang held her back and said, "Mom, your waist is hurting. Come to my room and lie down."

Since these five people entered his house, He Mingliang locked the door of his room.