The two chatted for a while, and Grandma San was in a hurry to go back to cook for her family who were working in the fields. When she left, Zhang Meng took some local specialties she had brought back and asked her to take them home.
After sending Sanpo away, Zhang Meng immediately looked at the man who was making the bed in the room and said, "Gu Mingtai, I want to go to Xiaobao's house."
When Gu Mingtai heard this, he immediately put down his work and said, "I'll go with you."
Zhang Meng thought about it, and seeing that he had almost cleaned up the place, he nodded, "Okay."
Soon the couple arrived at Zhang Dahu's house.
At this time, Zhang Dahu was sitting alone at the door, sighing, and he looked like he had aged ten years.
"Uncle Dahu!" Zhang Meng shouted at him from the door.
When Zhang Dahu heard the voice, he immediately raised his head. When his sunken eyes saw Zhang Meng and her husband, his dull eyes suddenly lit up.
Zhang Dahu immediately ran to Zhang Meng and Gu Mingtai crying, "Xiao Meng, Mingtai, when did you come back?"
Zhang Meng once remembered that when she left the village, this man still looked a bit manly, but now, he looked like an old man.
Zhang Dahu ran over, his hands so nervous he didn't know where to put them. In the end, he could only hold on to his trousers, which had been washed so much that they looked pale. Then, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Xiao Meng, Mingtai, Xiao Bao, he, he."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Dahu suddenly held his head with his hands and squatted on the ground, sobbing. I don't know if it was because he was ashamed.
As the saying goes, men don't shed tears easily. If a man cries, it means he has really encountered a huge difficulty.
When Zhang Meng saw Zhang Dahu like this, she sighed helplessly and immediately winked at Gu Mingtai.
Gu Mingtai stepped forward and helped him up, his voice a little cold, "Why are you crying, a grown man? Tell us what's wrong with you, and we'll solve it together. Hold back your tears."
Zhang Dahu was crying when he heard Gu Mingtai's words. He was so scared that he couldn't cry anymore. He lowered his head and his shoulders moved from time to time.
Zhang Meng was so angry that she asked him to persuade Zhang Dahu, but this man turned out to be very aggressive.
Zhang Meng pulled him aside and rolled her eyes at him before whispering to Zhang Dahu, "Uncle Dahu, don't listen to Gu Mingtai. He's just not a good persuader. He just wants to tell you not to cry!"
Zhang Dahu wiped his tears and quickly looked up. "I know Mingtai means well. I don't blame him. Besides, he's right to say that. It's not a good look for a grown man like me to cry."
Zhang Meng waited until he felt better before asking, "Uncle Dahu, where's Auntie? Where did she go?"
Zhang Dahu, who had been in a better mood, suddenly became sad again. Tears welled up in his eyes, which had finally calmed down. "Your aunt, she's in bed now. She's dying. I, I don't know what I did wrong in my life to make my family treat me like this!"
Zhang Meng thought about Old Lady Zhang's behavior and gritted her teeth. "Uncle Dahu, can I go see Auntie?"
Zhang Meng looked at Zhang Dahu and asked. "Okay, I'll take you in."
After wiping away his tears, Zhang Dahu immediately led the couple into the house.
As soon as I entered the house, an unpleasant smell of medicine wafted from the room.
After a while, a weak voice came from the bed inside, "Da Hu, who is coming to our house? Is it Xiaobao who is back? My Xiaobao!"
Zhang Dahu immediately ran over and squatted beside the bed, saying to Xiaobao's mother, "Xiaobao's mother, it's not Xiaobao who's back, it's Xiaomeng and Mingtai who are back. They came to see us."
At this time, the mother of the little treasure who was lying on the bed suddenly got up from the bed and looked towards the door with excitement, "Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng, you are back!"
Zhang Meng quickly ran forward to support Xiao Bao's mother who had risen up, "Auntie, I'm Xiao Meng, how did you become like this?"
The little mother in front of her had lost a lot of weight and there was almost no flesh on her face.
Xiaobao's mother suddenly grabbed Zhang Meng's hand and sobbed, "Xiaomeng, Xiaobao is about to die. It was that old woman from the Zhang family who killed my son. If my son dies, I will die too. I want to be with him. Then we can turn into ghosts together and seek revenge on that evil-hearted family."
Zhang Meng quickly patted her trembling hands and comforted her, "Auntie, don't think like that. Xiaobao will be fine. I will help you get him back."
Xiaobao's mother raised her head in despair and shook her head. "It's no use. That family won't let Xiaobao go. They said no matter how much money we offer, they won't release Xiaobao. They want Xiaobao to be buried with their daughter. That family is very powerful, and everyone here has to give them face. It's no use."
Zhang Meng sneered when he heard this, "Really? So big? I want to see how powerful that family is."
After saying that, Zhang Meng looked at Xiaobao's mother and continued, "Auntie, you must take care of yourself. If Xiaobao comes back and sees that you are gone, he will be very sad."
The little baby's mother started to cry again. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying so many times that her eyeballs were bloodshot.
"It's useless. That family won't let Xiaobao go. My poor child!"
Zhang Meng clenched her hands. "Who said it's useless? Tomorrow, Gu Mingtai and I will go meet the family that captured Xiaobao. I want to see how powerful this family is."
When Zhang Dahu and his wife heard what Zhang Meng said, they both looked at her with worry on their faces.
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