Chapter 70 The Absent Second Brother
Ye Dajun and Ye Xiuhong carefully took out several lace-tied boxes.
There are chocolates in the unpacking. Ye Lin was worried that the English packaging would not be suitable in the mainland, so he asked Xiaoyue to change the packaging. The English was gone, but the packaging was more gorgeous.
There was a cardboard box underneath. When she opened it with scissors and saw what was inside, Jin Fenglian couldn't close her mouth.
"Isn't it inappropriate to eat here? How can we have good food that can be served here?"
Zhao Zhaodi looked at the plate shining golden in the sun
"Eating with this will definitely taste delicious."
The box is filled with all kinds of cups, small bowls, spoons and plates. The snow-white background is carved with intricate patterns, and the small and exquisite spoons are so elegant in shape that people don't know how to hold them.
"Keep taking it, Grandpa! Keep taking it!"
Seeing that everyone had stopped, Wen Hai couldn't help but urge Ye Dajun to go, saying that there were still many good things inside and he really wanted to see them.
Further down are ten rolls of cloth, and this time it’s finally something everyone can understand.
"Oh, there's so much fabric that our whole family can't use it all. It's just that the color is a little light and won't get dirty easily, but this pattern is something I've never seen before, and it feels different to the touch."
Zhao Zhaodi used her fingers to touch the ink-green cloth bit by bit, while Jin Fenglian touched the agate red cloth embroidered with peony patterns. She liked this color.
"Second brother, you're so generous! This much fabric must cost eighty or ninety yuan, right? We can't wear it all in decades."
Nowadays, materials are scarce, and people mend fabrics three years after they are new, three years after they are old, and then three years after they are patched up. These fabrics can indeed be worn for decades.
Further down are four large boxes. The black matte boxes have a dazzling glint in the sun. It seems that these boxes, which are obviously worth a lot of money, don’t fit in anywhere.
Jin Fenglian moved the dining table out, and Zhao Zhaodi ran back to the house to find a bed sheet to spread on it. Although it was still shabby compared to the noble box, it was the only way.
After taking out the four boxes, there was a stack of long and flat boxes wrapped in gold underneath. There were seven or eight of them tied together. When they were taken out, everyone almost thought they were gold.
The table was no longer able to accommodate more people, so the Ye family found all the stools and put them together to use as a table.
There are not many things left in the box now, only a shiny iron box that can reflect light.
There was a row of small blue velvet boxes inside. Ye Xiuhong picked one and opened it.
“And such a beautiful pen!”
Look at that row of velvet boxes, my god, there are so many of them, how much do they cost?
After Ye Dajun knew that these small boxes contained pens, he carefully took them out and placed them on the table so that his children at home could use them for writing in the future.
After watching the blind box unboxing, the postman remembered that there was a letter from Hong Kong, and took it out of the postman's bag.
"This is a letter from Xiangjiang. Please accept it."
Old Mrs. Ye, who had been quiet for a long time, finally got what she wanted to see. Compared to these gorgeous things, she just wanted to know how her son was doing.
"Okay, boss, open Nian Nian for me quickly."
Ye Dajun opened the envelope and found two pieces of paper inside.
Ye Dajun took out a piece of paper, took a look at it, and quickly closed it in fright.
After taking a few deep breaths, he said to the villagers who were watching the excitement, "Everyone, go back first. This is a letter from our second son. My mother is anxious to go in and read it. Everyone, come and have tea later."
Everyone had finished looking at the things. Although they were curious about what was in the boxes, since others had said so, they couldn't stay any longer. They all knew how much Old Mrs. Ye missed her son.
The crowd left in a bustling group, discussing the excitement they saw at the Ye family.
After Zhao Zhaodi saw the postman off and closed the door, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? What did the letter say?"
Everyone in the family looked at Ye Dajun curiously, and Old Lady Ye asked Ye Dajun nervously, "What's wrong? What happened to your brother?"
Ye Dajun quickly said, "I haven't read the letter yet. Oh, it's something more important. Come in with me and let's close the door and talk."
Seeing that something serious had happened, everyone in the Ye family hurriedly carried Old Mrs. Ye into the house and carefully closed the door.
Ye Dajun stood in the middle of the room and took another closer look at the bank draft in his hand. Oh my God, he had never dreamed of having so much money in his life.
"Boss, please tell me something! Your mother is so anxious!"
Seeing her eldest son standing there in a daze, Old Mrs. Ye was so anxious that she wanted to get off the bed and kick him.
Ye Dajun slowly raised his head, his neck flushed as he said, "Mom, the second son is not a pauper. He, he sent us two thousand Hong Kong dollars!"
The room was quiet for a long time
"How much!!" Jin Fenglian, who was the first to react, almost cried out loudly.
Then the others woke up too, two thousand!
"How much? Two thousand!"
"Oh, that's Hong Kong dollars. How much is that in Chinese currency?"
"I don't know, it must be at least a thousand!"
"Oh my god, thousands of dollars, that's a lot of money! It will take decades!"
Everyone immediately gathered around and started talking to look at the bank draft in Ye Dajun's hand. Ye Dajun didn't dare to take it, for fear of damaging it, so he placed it neatly on the small table on Old Lady Ye's kang.
"Stop reading and read your brother's letter."
Old Mrs. Ye was extremely anxious and could not bear to watch anything anymore. She just wanted to hear her son's letter.
"Oh, Mom, I'll read it to you right away."
Ye Dajun took out another piece of paper, unfolded it, and prepared to read the letter to Old Mrs. Ye.
Everyone in the Ye family also sat down. They were really curious about this mysterious second uncle.
Seeing that the boss didn't say anything for a long time, Zhao Zhaodi urged, "What are you hesitating about? Is it okay? If not, let Xiuhong come."
Jin Xiulian also urged, "Brother, please hurry up."
Ye Dajun's frown deepened, he stammered, not knowing what to say, and motioned Ye Xiuhong and Ye Li, the only two people at the scene who could read, to come over.
Ye Xiuhong thought there was a word that her uncle didn't recognize, so she came over to look at it with Ye Dajun.
Ye Li stood on the left and watched
This was shocking. The person who wrote the letter was actually my second uncle’s son, and my second uncle had passed away two years ago!
The three of them didn't know how to tell Old Lady Ye the news and stood there frozen.
Old Mrs. Ye could already tell the situation was not good, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's wrong? Is your brother sick?"
Ye Dajun whispered to Ye Xiuhong, "Hurry up and run to the clinic to get Doctor Shao."
Ye Xiuhong turned around and ran out. If her grandmother knew that her second uncle was gone, she would definitely not be able to survive.
"Big brother, please tell me quickly, your mother is begging you, what happened to your brother!" Old Mrs. Ye grabbed Ye Dajun's hand. She couldn't control her trembling. She already felt that something had happened to her second son, but she didn't want to admit it. She could only ask again and again, hoping for that one possibility.
"Mom, please wait a moment. There are a few words that none of us three know."
No matter how Old Lady Ye asked, Ye Dajun refused to say anything. He had to wait for Doctor Shao from the village to come, otherwise his mother would definitely have to go to the hospital today.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Dr. Shao, breathless, ran into the Ye family carrying a medicine box. He was frightened when the Ye family's daughter said that her milk was dying.
After careful questioning, she found out that the second son of the Ye family had passed away two years ago. The only one who had been in contact with the Ye family was the second son of the Ye family. What a sin! Old Mrs. Ye knew that this was too much, so she quickly carried her medicine box and ran to the Ye family with Ye Xiuhong.
Seeing Doctor Shao coming, Ye Dajun helped Old Lady Ye to the kang, hugged her and said, "Mom, my second brother... he passed away two years ago."
Old Lady Ye couldn't accept it at once. Her eyes widened and her voice became louder. Her dry fingers pinched Ye Dajun's arm and said, "What? What did you say? Say it!"
Ye Dajun could no longer hold back his tears and sobbed,
"Mom! My second brother passed away two years ago."
Old Mrs. Ye couldn't bear it any longer and fainted.
"Doctor Shao, hurry up!"
Doctor Shao, who was standing by, was already prepared. After injecting the cardiotonic, he gave Old Lady Ye a piece of ginseng to hold in her mouth.
His little ginseng whisker was almost eaten up by the Ye family, which made them feel so sorry for him.
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