Wang opened the door and felt like she had seen the person at the door before.
"you……"
"Are you coming home, Master? The old master is ill, and he asked us to pick you two up and take you back to the village."
Wang remembered that she had met one of them at the third brother's house and helped them open the door.
"What old man is not doing well?"
"The old man in the old house fell ill. The doctor said that he was seriously ill. We have been looking for your family everywhere these two days. Finally, we found you. Hurry up and pack up and go back to the village."
Wang secretly thought that this was not good. She had been looking for their address for two days. Now that such a large force had been mobilized, it would be bad for the old man.
"Boss, boss! Oh no, something happened!"
Zhao Dawen was particularly afraid of hearing this sentence, "Can you not yell on New Year's Day? What do you mean by bad? I'm fine."
"Dad, something's wrong. We have to hurry back to the village. The third brother has sent a mule cart to pick us up. I'm going to pack some clothes and you go call the children." She ran out of the kitchen, not even caring about the dumplings. She had to quickly pack two sets of clothes.
Zhao Dawen was struck by lightning. Is his father in trouble? Why is it bad? No, the old man is in good health, so how could he be ill?
After wiping his face to sober himself up, Zhao Dawen stumbled out the door and asked, "What happened to my dad?"
"The old man has suddenly fallen ill, and his condition is quite serious. Uncle, please return to the village quickly. The old man is waiting for you! No one knows where you live, and it will be difficult for us to find you."
Seeing the servants so anxious, Zhao Dawen knew that his father was probably in trouble, so he turned around and called his two sons. The family hurriedly got on the mule cart, carrying a small package.
When he arrived at the door of his house, he saw the relatives who came to visit his father, and even the members of the Gui and Song families. Zhao Dawen felt even worse.
"Dad, my son is here!" he shouted and ran into the house.
Finally he's here. Zhao Dashu was really afraid that he would die before his elder brother came, and then he would die with his eyes open.
Zhao Xiaoyu looked coldly at his uncle's family who looked like they were mourning a funeral. He acted like a filial son very well.
"Brother, please howl softly. Dad needs to rest now. Don't scare him."
The sound was stuck in my throat and I couldn't make it out. He saw that his father was lying on the kang, dying, his face pale and almost deathly.
"How could Dad be like this?"
Zhao Dayong and Zhao Dashu signaled him to go out and talk, and Wang followed them. She also wanted to know why he suddenly died? How did they take care of him? If the old man prevented his son from taking the imperial examination for three years, his marriage would also be delayed.
"What's going on? Second brother, hasn't Dad always been taken care of by your family? He was well all along, why is he so sick all of a sudden? How did you take care of him?" Zhao Dayong's face turned ashen after being scolded. If there weren't so many relatives in the family, he would definitely take action.
As the eldest son, he didn't even tell his parents about his move. How could he have the nerve to blame him?
"Oh, second brother, why did Dad suddenly become ill? Is it because you and your wife didn't take good care of them?"
Accusing him of being unfilial, right? Could it be funnier if someone you can't even find blames him?
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