"He told the second son to steal someone else's family heirloom and give it to Zhang Yaozu, saying that if he didn't give it to Old Zhang, he would go on a hunger strike."
When they found out, they were obviously unhappy. And sure enough, it caused a huge scene. Their second daughter was almost beaten to death. My daughter came home the other day and told me how horrific it was.
He sighed again as he spoke.
"That old Zhang family is just shameless! These daughters of his were born into their family, sigh!"
Zhang Hehua did not hear the old people's discussion.
She happily followed her father back to her parents' home.
At home, her mother was working in the yard.
String the mushrooms you picked from the mountain together with thread.
Seeing her mother, whose hair was already gray, working with hands as stiff as withered tree bark, Zhang Hehua felt a pang of heartache: "Mom, you've gone up the mountain again?"
Hearing her third daughter's commotion, Zhang Hehua's mother, Hou Daya, didn't even look up, but replied irritably, "If I'm not going up the mountain, you go in my place! You're all talk, but you never come back to help me with any chores."
When it came to work, Zhang's mother looked up at Zhang Hehua, as if something was on her mind.
When he saw that she was the only one who came, his face fell down, almost to the ground.
"Why did you come alone? Where are my three nephews? What's wrong? Do you think their maternal family is poor or what?"
Zhang Hehua smiled awkwardly: "How could that be? It's just that the kids are busy! They're working at home every day and don't have any free time."
Zhang's mother's face drooped even more: "Yes, I don't have time. I'm always busy doing chores for Grandma's family."
I don't have time to visit my maternal grandparents, and I don't care whether the old lady wants to or not. Sigh, I don't even know how many days I have left to live. Every time I see them, it's one less time I'll have to see them.
They say a nephew is like a dog at his maternal grandmother's house—he eats and leaves. I think that's absolutely true. When I was little, I ate and drank here every day.
Now that they're older and can work, they all prefer Grandma. It's not like they have the surname Zhang, it just doesn't work. Lotus, look at that, isn't it? You'll have to rely on your nephew in the future! You'd better treat your nephew well.
Zhang Hehua wholeheartedly agrees with this statement; she's heard it for decades and can practically recite it by heart.
But she also felt that her mother was right: "Of course, Mom, I will definitely treat Yaozu well!"
He raised his hand again to show Zhang's mother what he was holding: "Mom, I brought you some good things, brown sugar and eggs. You and Dad can eat them to nourish your bodies."
"Give Yaozu more to eat, make sure he gets enough nutrition. Malnutrition is a serious problem, we can't delay."
When Zhang's mother heard that her third daughter had brought gifts, her drooping face finally returned to her cheekbones, and she praised her third daughter to the skies because of the gifts.
“Oh, my dear daughter, it’s all thanks to your ability. None of your sisters are as good as you. I haven’t spoiled you for nothing. You know how to be filial, unlike your other sisters who never bring me anything.”
Actually, she praises any girl who brings her something in the same way.
But Zhang Hehua didn't know that.
Hearing this made me feel so happy: I really am the child that my parents love and value the most.
Zhang's mother put down the mushrooms she was holding, carefully washed her hands in the enamel basin, and then took the things into the house.
"Third brother, come inside quickly. You must be tired after walking so far. Mom will make you a bowl of brown sugar water. It's only because you're here that Mom is willing to take out this. I wouldn't do it for anyone else!"
Zhang Hehua was deeply moved by her mother's two sentences.
My parents are almost seventy years old. How many more years do they have left to live?
Why would someone keep something for themselves instead of eating it themselves?
Sigh, she has to take more things, more good things; she's letting her parents down.
When Hou Daya saw her third daughter's appearance, she knew that her words hadn't been in vain, and there was no need to make the brown sugar water.
Sure enough, the next second, Zhang Hehua said with a look of shame, "Mom, you should keep the good stuff for yourself."
That brown sugar is precious; save it for you and Dad. It's good for your health, and it's also good for Yaozu, so be careful with it. He's the root of our Zhang family.”
I completely forgot that brown sugar was among the things I had just taken.
Zhang's mother was very satisfied with Zhang Hehua's sensible nature, but her face showed a look of heartache: "Oh dear, my third child, you still care about your mother the most."
Nothing else will do. You always come empty-handed, and you still eat a lot of my food. Third, from now on, Mom is counting on you.
Zhang Hehua suddenly felt an even greater sense of responsibility on her shoulders: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of you in your old age. It wasn't easy for you to raise me all these years."
Zhang's mother nodded with a look of relief and kindness, "Okay, okay, Mom will wait!"
A deep, muffled voice came from the side: "Grandma, I'll take care of you in your old age too! Auntie, I'll take care of you in your old age too!"
It turned out that, at some point, Zhang Yaozu, the ancestor of the Zhang family, had come to their side.
The mother and daughter, so engrossed in their conversation, didn't even notice the child had arrived.
Then, upon hearing the child's two sentences, both mother and daughter were deeply moved.
Zhang's mother, in particular, was overjoyed as she hugged her eldest grandson. Unfortunately, the child was too chubby to lift and could only be held in her arms.
"Oh my, Grandma's precious grandson, Grandma's darling grandson, Grandma has truly loved you enough! But I don't need you, Grandma has your third aunt!"
Hearing her mother's words, Zhang Hehua was filled with pride; she was her mother's support.
With so many children, her mother is counting on her.
She was indeed the child her parents valued and loved the most.
As for Zhang Yaozu's claim that he would support her in her old age, she definitely believes it.
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