Chapter 52 Ye Lao Er
Zhao Zhaodi, who was working in the fields, lowered her head and weeded in a sullen mood.
He kept muttering, "The whole family is just for a little girl. They don't work, they don't farm, they don't earn work points, and they all run around to take care of a girl who doesn't lay eggs. When the work points are calculated at the end of the year, they will all be left with nothing!"
What a terrible family she married into. They were blinded by greed and treated the girl like a treasure.
After she finished hoeing this field and was about to move to another to weed, someone called her, "Aunt Ye, go home quickly and check! The team leader and the commune leaders have gone to Ye Laosan's house."
What the hell?
"What? Hey, I'll go back and take a look."
Zhao Zhaodi struggled to crawl to the top of the field with her butt sticking out, cursing, "That fool Jin Fenglian insisted on getting a divorce. Now, even the commune leaders have been called in by her family. This is so embarrassing! Won't our family end up suffering along with the third family?"
He cursed in his heart all the way, and ran towards Ye Laosan's house with his feet on fire. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jin Fenglian carrying a pot of chicken towards the main room.
Zhao Zhaodi put down the shovel, rolled up her sleeves, pointed at Jin Fenglian and cursed, "You Jin Fenglian, you still have the mind to eat chicken! The old Ye family is almost destroyed by your Ye Xiuhong!"
Jin Fenglian looked at this crazy woman who came out of nowhere, stuffed the chicken into her eldest daughter's arms, and started arguing with Zhao Zhaodi with her hands on her hips.
"I killed my chicken, how can it bother you, Zhao Zhaodi? It's better than being eaten by your brother! Like a fat pig!"
At this point, Zhao Zhaodi felt a little guilty. How did Jin Fenglian know that she had stolen the old man and the old woman's chicken to feed her brother?
His momentum suddenly weakened. "How could I have ever fed my brother a chicken? Did you see it?"
"Zhao Zhaodi, what are you making such a fuss about?"
Ye Dajun heard his wife arguing with the third brother's family outside from inside the house. He came out and pulled his wife aside and said, "What are you yelling about? There are leaders in the room. Mind your manners."
Zhao Zhaodi then remembered what she was doing there and asked anxiously, "What has happened to the third brother's family? I said we can't get a divorce, and look, the boss is embarrassed and has come to our house."
Before Ye Dajun could say anything, Zhao Zhaodi was pounced on by Jin Fenglian with a broom.
"Zhao Zhaodi, you're a disgrace to your mother! I'm happy to raise my daughter, it's none of your business! Mind your own business!"
This broom is used to sweep the chicken poop in the yard. Just a casual wave of it will send poop debris everywhere. Zhao Zhaodi was about to speak when she got a mouthful of chicken poop.
"Bah, bah, bah, Jin Fenglian, I'm going to beat you to death." Before Zhao Zhaodi could finish her curse, Ye Dajun dragged her to the kitchen.
Ye Dajun warned her not to talk nonsense today, otherwise he would send her back to her parents' home.
Zhao Zhaodi was originally unwilling to accept it, but when she heard that the second son of the Ye family had been found and was now a Hong Konger, she was shocked and jealous.
After taking a look at the naive Ye Dajun, Zhao Zhaodi said doubtfully, "Your family is just a bunch of peasants, your pockets are cleaner than your face, how could you expect someone from Hong Kong to emerge?"
Ye Dajun was not unhappy at all when his wife called him a peasant. Instead, he said smugly, "I told you long ago that our second son is very capable, but you still didn't believe me."
Zhao Zhaodi believed it a little this time. "My mother always said that the second son was smart, and it turns out it's true."
Zhao Zhaodi has always thought that her mother-in-law was bragging all these years. Look at how silly the eldest and third children are. How smart can the second child, who was born from the same mother, be?
I didn’t expect him to be such a smart guy.
Hong Kong is such a nice place, why is it that only Ye Laoer went there? It would be great if her brother could go there too.
The meal was in full swing in the room. Old Man Ye handed the investigator a piece of chicken thigh and asked about the second brother. "Young man, what did Xiangjiang say?"
The investigator was holding the only unchipped earthenware bowl in the Ye family, which was filled with food picked up by the old couple of the Ye family. He was at a loss as to where to start. When he heard old man Ye asking about Hong Kong, he put down the bowl and talked about the situation at Luohu Port.
"This Mr. Ye who's looking for his relatives seems very anxious. The people at Luohu Port have been urging us to come to our province several times a day. I guess they miss you. They haven't given us much information, and they just said their last name is Ye."
In fact, it was the Hong Kong Customs who were anxious. The two Li brothers were eating and drinking at the Hong Kong Customs and could not be persuaded to leave. The Customs were miserable and could only keep asking about the situation at the Luohu Port, hoping to send these two young masters away quickly.
After dinner, the investigator asked the Ye family elders if they had anything to say to Hong Kong. If they had too much to say, they could write a letter, and he would go back to the province to help send it to the Luohu Port.
"Sir, do you have any message for them? Just write a letter and I'll mail it to you."
These days, the approval process for ordinary people to write letters to Hong Kong is very strict. The investigator wanted to help the Ye family send the letter through the provincial government, which would save a lot of time as it would involve fewer procedures.
The old couple were suddenly so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
"Isn't this too much trouble for you? It's so far to send it to Hong Kong." Old man Ye said this, but his expectant eyes could not hide the desire of the two people.
"It's not a big deal, sir. It just takes about a month for the post office to get the letter to Hong Kong, so you'll have to wait a little longer."
"Okay, we'll wait." They have been waiting for half their lives, so one month is not a big deal. They will be content if they can see each other again before they die.
Ye Xiulan went back to the house to find pen and paper. The whole family gathered around her and greeted their family in Hong Kong one by one.
"Xiu Lan, please ask your second uncle if he can eat over there? Is he full?" This was something that Old Mrs. Ye had been worried about all her life, and she asked Ye Xiu Lan to write it over and over again seven or eight times.
It was a while before Ye Dajun spoke. "Mom, there's no shortage of food in Hong Kong, so how could the second son starve? Xiulan, ask your second uncle if he has a cotton-padded jacket. We still have new cotton at home, so we'll make him one tomorrow."
"Lan, can you please tell me when your uncle will be back?"
It took a long time to write this letter, filling up five large sheets of homework paper, and Ye Xiulan's pen was out of ink.
Old Mrs. Ye asked Old Dad Ye to go home and find her private money, and stuffed all the scattered money totaling 82.60 yuan into an envelope. Old Mrs. Ye was afraid that her second son would starve in Hong Kong.
Old man Ye started to sort out the tickets at home and wanted to put them in, but the investigator stopped him and said, "Uncle, you don't need tickets. You don't need tickets to buy things in Hong Kong."
"Oh, okay, there is still a place that doesn't require tickets." Old Man Ye put the ticket back into his pocket with regret.
Ye Dajun and Ye Sanxing also added 60 yuan, and Ye Xiuhong and other younger generations put in 10 yuan. They handed the thick letter to the investigator, carrying the whole family's concern for the other side.
Before leaving, Old Man Ye insisted on giving the investigator five dollars for postage. The investigator couldn't refuse and reluctantly accepted one dollar.
After seeing off the investigators, the old couple of the Ye family ran back to Ye Dajun's house as fast as they could.
There's news for the second son! They have to clean up the house for their son.
Ye Dajun's home
"Old man, are you dazzled? The dust on the table legs isn't swept clean."
"Oh, it's true! I need to find another rag and make sure it's shiny!"
The old couple was happily tidying up the west wing, which was an extra room built when Ye Dajun's family built the house.
Old Mrs. Ye firmly believed that her second son was not dead, and she was determined to leave a room for him. So she used her private money to build a west wing in the yard of her eldest son, which was fully equipped with a bed, cabinets, and tables.
"Old man, take the cotton off the cabinet and make a new mattress for the waiter."
"That won't do! Use the new cotton in the box. The ones on the cabinet are from last year." Old Man Ye didn't give Old Lady Ye a chance to refuse, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to pull out this year's new cotton.
"What do you know, old thing? This new cotton shouldn't be used to make a cotton-padded jacket for the waiter. If you make a mattress, what will you use to make a cotton-padded jacket?" Old Mrs. Ye scolded her husband. How could she not know that it was old cotton? Who made them out of the lack of new cotton at home?
Old Man Ye shook the lint off the cotton and said nonchalantly, "Let's trade our food with the neighbors. Let's make sure these kids at home tighten their belts and eat less. My son has been drifting around for over 40 years. Even if I have no money, I'll make sure my son wears new clothes from head to toe!"
"Okay, okay, you are the only one who loves your son. Anyway, it's your son who will be hungry. Hurry and bring it to me." Old Mrs. Ye grabbed the cotton from Old Man Ye's hand and urged him to continue cleaning the room.
Old man Ye was sweeping the cobwebs on the beams, and Ye Dajun was mending the window paper with paste. The family was having a great time, and Zhao Zhaodi, who was standing aside staring blankly, seemed out of place with them.
Zhao Zhaodi said sarcastically, "Tsk, the second brother is from Hong Kong, how could he be interested in this shabby house you built? Be careful, he won't even let in."
Before the third family's Ye Xiuhong was done making trouble, the second Ye who hadn't been seen for over forty years showed up again! She had long considered the West Wing to be hers, but it turned out to be snatched away by the second Ye!
But Ye Dajun is still working there with great enthusiasm. Doesn’t he know whether his brother will come back and fight with him for the family property?
This fool!
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