Since money is involved, the woman who uses force is not really afraid, but if An Jingzhi tries to ruin her son's marriage, she will have to worry.
If An Jingzhi went to her house and blocked the door every day, then when the potential marriage proposal came and saw this state, how would they dare to contact her family?
In the end, the woman still didn't dare to gamble with her eldest son's marriage. With a painful look on her face as if her heart had been dug out, she reluctantly gave An Jingzhi ten yuan in mental damages.
When An Xiaoqiu came to her senses, the money was already in front of her.
An Jingzhi handed her a large unity banknote. "Here? What are you standing there for? You're going to college, so you have to bring more money with you. This woman is so rude. If I hear her again, she won't be able to get away without twenty."
Seeing that she was dazed, An Jingzhi grabbed An Xiaoqiu's hand, stuffed the money into her palm, and took An Xiaojun away.
An Xiaoqiu didn't expect that her father didn't use the money he asked for for himself, but actually gave it to her.
Watching the father and son walking away, An Xiaoqiu found that her father seemed to have really changed.
An Jingzhi pulled An Xiaojun, who was smiling foolishly, back to his room.
An Xiaojun was bullied every day in the village since he was a child and was even beaten when he was young. When he grew up, he knew that his father did not like to see him being beaten, so once someone hit him, he would start to run away frantically and was never beaten.
He didn't dare to hit anyone because his original owner had told him that if he hit someone or was beaten again, he would be sold as compensation.
This is also the reason why he was so scared when he saw the woman coming to his house with her son.
But today, his father didn't scold him, nor did he beat him. He even helped him teach the person who bullied him a lesson.
An Xiaojun's eyes were shining as he looked at An Jingzhi from beginning to end.
After examining for a long time, An Jingzhi wanted to cure the other person's brain, but he found that it was impossible with the current medical level.
Because his mother had a difficult delivery when he was born, An Xiaojun stayed in the womb for too long, which affected his brain and he will have to remain in this state for the rest of his life.
He can't remember too many things unless he sees them every day over a period of time.
And he is very stubborn and seems to only listen to the original owner.
Fortunately, he can dress himself and eat by himself, and if he doesn't speak, he would be no different from a normal person.
An Jingzhi had a headache. How should he arrange An Xiaojun's life?
He carefully went through the original owner's memories in his mind to see if there was any useful information.
An Xiaojun looked at the other person's frown and timidly tried to soothe An Jingzhi's worries with his hands.
"No frown."
An Jingzhi smiled at him.
Suddenly, something flashed through my mind.
He immediately pulled An Xiaojun out of the room and walked to the back mountain of the village.
An Xiaojun became more and more frightened as he walked. He thought An Jingzhi was still angry and wanted to sell him secretly.
But when he saw the other person holding his hand, he was reluctant to let go, so he was taken to his destination by An Jingzhi.
An Xiaojun looked up at An Jingzhi, who was standing in front of him, and said seriously:
"Xiaojun, run from here to the front door, the faster the better. When I say start running, you run, okay?"
"Yeah!" Although he didn't understand the meaning of his father asking him to do this, he felt that as long as Xiaojun was not abandoned, it would be fine.
"Go, run!"
As soon as An Jingzhi finished speaking, An Xiaojun rushed towards the door of his house like a small cannonball.
An Jingzhi counted silently in his heart.
The place where he was standing was relatively high, so when An Xiaojun ran home, he could see it clearly. He had calculated when he walked over just now that it was about four hundred meters away.
An Xiaojun ran really fast and reached home in just 50 seconds.
After seeing the other party arrive, An Jingzhi also slowly walked back.
When An Xiaojun arrived home, Old Mrs. An was rushing out of the room.
Just now, she heard outside that someone came to her house and wanted to cause trouble for Xiaojun. She thought that her son was at home.
Her son didn't like Xiaojun in the first place. If her son knew that Xiaojun was in trouble, she didn't know what he would do to Xiaojun.
Although Xiaojun is a silly boy, he is Jingzhi's son after all. If Xiaojun is gone, who will break the pot for her son in the future?
Old Mrs. An remembered clearly what the original owner said when she was angry about selling Xiaojun.
She hurried back from outside and looked around the house, but she couldn't find her son. Even Xiaojun was not at home.
Old Mrs. An felt terrible and wondered if her son would really sell Xiaojun.
Just as I was about to go out, I saw my grandson running back from outside.
Looking at his anxious look, he raised a cloud of dust behind him as he ran.
Old Mrs. An grabbed An Xiaojun's shoulders tightly. "Xiaojun, why did you run back from outside? Is your father going to sell you out? What's going on? Why did you run so fast?"
An Xiaojun smiled foolishly, "No, Dad won't sell me."
"Then how come you run so fast?"
"Dad told me to run."
Old Mrs. An wanted to ask again, "I mean, why did your father make you run so fast? Did he beat you?"
The original owner had beaten An Xiaojun many times before, but later An Xiaojun grew up and ran too fast, so he stopped beating him.
In addition, An Xiaoqiu said that if she beat her brother, she would not share the money she earned with the original owner, so the original owner restrained herself.
"Dad won't hit Xiaojun, Xiaojun is a good boy."
Old Mrs. An asked for a long time but still couldn't understand why An Xiaojun ran so fast.
She sighed and saw her son An Jingzhi coming in from outside.
From a distance, you can see a little girl following behind her son. Upon closer inspection, isn’t that her granddaughter Xiaoqiu?
No wonder she found no one at home when she got home.
"Mom." An Jingzhi greeted his mother with a smile. He seemed to be holding a few fruits in his hand.
Since they were already at the foot of the mountain, An Jingzhi picked a few persimmons that hadn't yet turned red. They couldn't be eaten yet; they needed to dry them out in the sun.
"You kid! I'm telling you, you can't sell Xiaojun. Our family doesn't lack that little food. Xiaojun can help with some work." Old Mrs. An patted An Jingzhi's shoulder. She was really shocked when she came back and found that no one was home.
This is true. An Xiaojun can also work in the fields on weekdays, and he does much more work than the original owner.
An Xiaojun, who is sixteen years old this year, looks like a fourteen-year-old child due to malnutrition, but he not only runs fast but also has some strength.
An Jingzhi pretended to be a scoundrel and laughed, "Mom, what are you thinking? I worked so hard to raise this son, how can I sell him off so cheap? You have to take care of me in my old age and see me to the end of my life."
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