Grandma Yang looked bewildered: "Of course they'll rescue us! Why wouldn't they? Those few items, if not ours, who else would want them? They'll definitely get us out of here!"
Yang Dazhuang nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
Then another question came to mind, and his face suddenly darkened.
Still somewhat unwilling to give up, he asked his wife with a hint of hope, "Do they have any money?"
After hearing this, Old Mrs. Yang looked at her husband with disbelief.
It even has a bit of a "looking at an idiot" feel to it.
Yang Dazhuang felt uncomfortable being stared at and nudged her, saying, "I'm asking you a question, so say it!"
That push was a bit too hard.
Caught off guard, Grandma Yang was pushed to the ground.
She cried out in pain, "Ouch!"
The three sons beside him just watched, their eyes fixed on their father the whole time.
He was upset that his father had pushed his mother down.
It was invisible throughout.
Or rather, it's a lack of feeling.
I've seen it so many times that I've gotten used to it.
Grandma Yang didn't dare to say anything and quickly got up from the ground.
Afraid of being beaten again if he spoke too late, he could only crawl and say, "How could they have money on them?"
Didn't you say that we can't give them money? They have to have three children before we can give them money and let them give up the village?
Didn't you say that before they had children, these girls weren't even allowed in the kitchen? What, you forgot?
The old man's exact words were that if he hadn't had children yet, he was afraid these people would bring some poisonous things from the mountains and poison his food.
If you have children, at least you have something to worry about: you might hurt them.
She was treated the same way back then.
That's normal!
Now, this old man actually asked her if these money-losing girls had any money on them!
This is ridiculous!
Her daughters-in-law have never had a full meal in the Yang family.
Upon hearing this, Yang Dazhuang staggered.
I almost fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the three sons quickly stepped forward to help him up.
"Father, Father, are you alright?"
"Dad, don't worry, we can just borrow some from their parents later!"
"Yes, Dad, don't worry. If they don't have any money, they can borrow some. Besides, you've done so much for our village, someone will definitely take the lead in rescuing us."
Yang Dazhuang looked at his three sons.
I felt a surge of emotion; these were all his prides.
They're quick-witted.
Then, as if remembering something, she gripped her eldest son's hand tightly, her heart sinking: "How did you get in?"
This matter, which concerns educated youth, is not a big deal.
You absolutely shouldn't have dragged your whole family into this mess!
This isn't ancient times, where collective punishment was common.
Also, both the eldest and second eldest brothers had their arms in slings.
"Boss, second brother, what happened to your arms?"
For some reason, Yang Dazhuang felt a pounding in his heart.
He hadn't felt this way in years.
Back then, he buried two people without even blinking.
His eldest son looked down at his arm, somewhat annoyed: "Just two nights ago, a dead old beggar woman came by in the middle of the night."
We wanted to bring her home to teach her a lesson, but inexplicably, everyone in the family was captivated by her.
My second brother and I injured our arms, and my mother was slapped in the face. We went to the county hospital the next day.
As a result, the third son's wife ran away. Yesterday afternoon, we all came in, but they didn't say why.
"Dad, what happened? All we did was ask Wang Wu to pull some strings and smuggle some things. Is it really necessary for the whole family to be arrested?"
As for the blood all over the yard, whether it belonged to the beggar woman or not, it was none of his business.
She's just an old woman, she's dead, so what?
The key question is, how did their family even get in here?
Yang Dazhuang stared intently at the third brother.
It was as if they wanted to keep an eye on him.
He raised the child very well; he was chubby and healthy.
He's tall, at least 1.7 meters, and weighs at least 200 pounds.
He always felt that this child was his lucky star.
Because he became the clan chief the year he was born and began to manage the entire Houshan Village.
Later, those people came, and they began to cooperate.
My life started to flourish!
But now, all he wanted to do was stare intently at the child.
Under that sharp gaze, Yang Sanmai had no choice but to give in.
He slowly lowered his head.
He felt guilty.
After thinking for a long time, Yang Dazhuang finally spoke: "Did you tell her?"
The eldest and second sons were completely bewildered: "Dad, what did you say? Who did you say it to?"
"Why are you asking the third brother? What could he possibly know? What are you talking about?"
As a result, Yang Sanmai closed his eyes and nodded frantically.
The shame, fear, regret, and worry were clearly written on his face.
Yang Dazhuang's steps were heavy.
With all her might, she took a step forward and slapped her precious child across the face.
"Smack!"
It was a very loud sound.
Grandma Yang rushed over with a loud "Aww".
I was originally planning to argue with my old man.
Seeing Yang Dazhuang's expression, he didn't dare say anything, and immediately turned his head to wipe the blood from his son's mouth with the corner of his sleeve.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
This is Sanmai, this is our son, aren't you the one who loves him the most?
How could you do that? What happened that required so much force?
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