The words "brotherly love" are really tailor-made for little old Yangtou. There is really no one like him in the world who works hard and never complains to his old brother.

No, after I got home and rested for a while, I heard that my old brother had fallen ill. Little Lao Yang came over immediately without finishing his bowl of tea.

"...Uncle, this is probably the situation."

In the hall, Yang Huazhong told young old Yang Tou the truth about the matter, including Uncle Fu's diagnosis.

Little old Yang shook his head and sighed: "Enemies, I'm afraid he owed that woman in his previous life."

Yang Huazhong's smile was a bit sarcastic.

The woman who gave birth to children for the old man and lived a life of ups and downs was his biological mother.

My own mother is still kept in the dark, but the old man is half-dead for another woman. Isn't this ironic?

"It's not him who owes Yun Yao, it's my mother who owes him." Yang Huazhong said angrily.

Little old Yang patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder to express comfort.

"Why are you the only one in this room? Where are the others?"

"I sent them all back."

"Then what are you planning to do next?"

"Uncle, I was just about to discuss this matter with you. This is what I thought..."

Yang Huazhong told little old Yangtou about the plan that had been passed within the old Yang family and asked for his opinion.

Little old Yangtou is an old man. After hearing this plan, how could he not understand that his nephews really had no choice and could not compromise, so they enshrined old Yangtou like this.

There is no shortage of food, clothing or anything else, and we fulfill our obligations as descendants.

As for the old man's spiritual needs, they are not satisfied. If he really dies of heart disease, then he can only...

"As of now, this is the only way to go. I know that you have all tried your best. No doubt, this is the most appropriate way."

Little old Yang raised his head and expressed his opinion to Yang Huazhong.

"Life is rare in the past seventy years. It is rare for people living within a hundred miles to live to my brother's age. Even if... you pass away, it will be a joy and mourning. Others will not praise you or criticize you."

This is the default.

Yang Huazhong breathed a sigh of relief and was sincerely grateful to little old Yangtou for his understanding!

When it was over, I felt ashamed again.

I am a failure as a person. I am the leader of the group at home and the most upright person in the village.

But when something happens, he can't even come up with a foolproof strategy, and all he can think of are last resorts.

"Third brother, don't be depressed. It's not your fault, it's your father who has trouble with himself."

Little old Yangtou is not only shrewd and considerate, but also very aware of other people's difficulties.

At this time, he patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder to comfort him.

"Then when it comes to serving your father, do you brothers take turns? Or should we hire someone more qualified?" He asked again.

Yang Huazhong thought for a moment: "Now that the old man is like this, I'd better try not to invite outsiders."

Little old Yangtou still understood this, and the family scandal should not be made public!

"There are still more than ten days to celebrate the New Year. After the New Year and before the Lantern Festival, we brothers will have free time in the next few months, so we will take turns serving my father."

"After the Lantern Festival, if my father gets better, I can invite Yu Xingkui back then."

Yu Xingkui was one of the few people who knew about the strange things that happened to Old Yangtou in Baie Town, including the appearance of Yun Yao.

It would be most appropriate to invite him over.

Little old Yang thought for a moment and said, "Yu Xingkui is not bad. He used to serve your father in the village. He is a very reliable person."

The matter was decided, and Yang Huazhong stayed with Lao Yangtou.

At lunchtime, Mrs. Sun brought over meals for two people.

Yang Huazhong got one share and Lao Yangtou got one share.

"Uncle Fu said that my father should avoid spicy and hot food and drinks," Yang Huazhong said.

Mrs. Sun smiled softly and gently opened the food box in her hand: "Don't worry, they are all light. Pork ribs stewed with radish, scrambled eggs with mushrooms, pork belly with Chinese cabbage noodles."

Every dish is a tough dish, suitable for eating with rice.

This is very different from Sun's usual cooking style, not even a diced chili can be found.

"The food is very good, my dear, you are considerate." Yang Huazhong looked at Mr. Sun deeply and said in a low voice.

He is not a capable son, but she is a good wife.

"You eat it while it's hot, and I'll feed it to our father," said Sun.

But Yang Huazhong held her hand: "The way he looks, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it alone, so I'll do it."

Sun didn't insist, she really didn't have confidence in herself.

The couple came to Lao Yangtou's bed with hot meals. Sun talked to Lao Yangtou gently, and Yang Huazhong stood beside Sun with bowls and chopsticks and waited patiently.

Old Yangtou still maintained his dull look and did not give any response.

Sun turned her head and glanced at Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong frowned, "Just lift him up and force-feed him!"

The two of them worked together to help the old man sit up, and Yang Huazhong supported him from behind, letting the old man lean on him.

Mrs. Sun leaned over and fed her with a spoonful of vegetables, a spoonful of rice and a spoonful of soup.

During this process, although Old Yangtou did not respond, he did not resist.

The couple quietly exchanged glances, both secretly feeling lucky in their hearts.

However, just when Mrs. Sun was about to feed her the third mouthful of rice, the paralyzed old Yang's eyes suddenly twitched and he raised his hand to knock down the spoon that Mrs. Sun had given him.

The spoon flew out and broke into two pieces on the ground. The bowl in Sun's hand was also knocked to the ground and smashed to pieces, not to mention that the soup in the bowl splashed all over her legs.

Yang Huazhong, who had been suppressing his anger, couldn't help but explode.

He pushed Lao Yangtou into the bed, and Lao Yangtou's head hit the wooden shelf at the head of the bed with a crisp sound.

Yang Huazhong ignored her, got up and came to Mrs. Sun to check her condition.

Sun's pants were wet and stained with oil, and they were still steaming to the touch.

"Is it burnt?" Yang Huazhong asked anxiously.

But Sun pushed Yang Huazhong away, "Dad hit his head. Let's see what happens..."

Lao Yang's head was pushed and he was lying on his side in the bed, facing inward and facing outward, motionless.

Yang Huazhong came to his senses and quickly climbed onto the bed and turned Old Yang's head over.

Instantly he met a pair of red eyes.

Eyes filled with hatred...

"Evil son, kill your father!"

Old Yang, who had not spoken a complete sentence all morning, bit out these four words from between his teeth.

These four words were woven into a huge hat with the word "unfilial" written on it, which weighed heavily on Yang Huazhong and Sun.

Mrs. Sun immediately panicked, shaking her head hurriedly and explaining incoherently: "Dad, the third child didn't mean it..."

Old Yang raised his head and pointed at his red and swollen forehead, and said bitterly: "This... is irrefutable proof!"

Sun's face turned pale.

The couple has been making steamed buns all their lives, and even in the village they are friendly with other children.

'Unfilial'

‘Patricide’

If they were convicted of this crime, it wouldn't be a big deal for them to be stabbed in the back in the village.
Chapter completed!