Rebirth at Seventy: Counterattack on Life

The third son of the Sun family had pain in his arm and wrist, which looked red and a little swollen. He wanted to go home to rest, but his mother stopped him.

"What are you doing? What are you doing at home at this time? How old are you? If your family doesn't help you, why can't you find some work by yourself?

One or two of them pointed at us two old people. Are they hoping that we will not die? "

When Old Mrs. Sun saw that the third child was holding his wrist and wanted to go home, Mrs. Sun started to talk with displeasure on her face.

"Okay, okay, I'll go and look for it. The eldest brother and the second brother are all close, and so are the younger ones. I'm the only one who picked it up. If it doesn't work, why don't I go to the countryside?"

The third child of the Sun family immediately lost his temper when he heard his mother's nagging.

What?He is the only one who is not popular. His eldest brother bought a regular job and found a wife who works as a temporary worker.

When he came to his second brother's place, in order to prevent his second brother from going to the countryside and suffering hardships, the family had a contractor who dug doors and holes and found a temporary worker for him.

Now that he's here, he's actually looking for it himself?

This town was big or small, but how many people were craning their necks waiting to find a job, something he could find just by himself after graduating from junior high school?

To put it bluntly, it's just f**king partiality.

He was hurt, and he didn't dare to move his wrist. He even scolded him and refused to let him go home.

When the quota for going to the countryside really comes down, he will go to the countryside and save himself from being an eyesore to them.

The third child of the Sun family was thinking about it as he walked. The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, and his eyes turned red.

He was not allowed to go home at noon because he hadn't eaten yet.

Why?No, I won’t let you go home.

The sixth child and the others are not allowed to go home because they have to go to school. Why are they not allowed to go home?Just because he was asked to find a job?Where can he find a job in the middle of the day?

Something was wrong, and he had to go home and take a look.

When Old Mrs. Sun returned home, she saw Uncle Zhao, who had found a temporary job for his second son, arriving. Old Mrs. Sun was drinking water and chatting with her.

She quickly said: "Uncle Zhao is here. I just went out for a while. Sit down quickly. I'm going to cook. I went to buy some meat this morning. You guys will have a good drink later."

When Uncle Zhao, who was here as a guest, heard that he had bought some meat, his smile deepened.

These days, it's rare for anyone to treat guests to a meal that's a bit meaty.

"Brothers and sisters are so polite." Uncle Zhao said with a smile.

"Uncle Zhao, you're welcome. If it weren't for you, I might have received a notice to go to the countryside by now." The second son of the Sun family worked the evening shift yesterday and happened to be at home this morning.

It was also a time specially set by the Sun family's elder couple. He must be there for the younger brother's affairs.

"Yes, brother, you are a great benefactor to our family." The old man from the Sun family also said with a smile.

The second son of his family has gone to work and earns not much, 28 yuan a month, but it can also relieve a lot of pressure on the family.

What's more, if Uncle Zhao can find them a job as a temporary worker, he can find two, and his third child is still idle.

Drinking water and chatting, with the Sun family's deliberate flattery, the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

"Come on, the food is ready. You guys can drink it first, and then I'll spread out an egg for you." The old lady of the Sun family brought up a large pot of pork belly vermicelli stewed with Chinese cabbage.

There were only two taels of meat in total, but she put it all on the table, making the dish look oily. Uncle Zhao swallowed unconsciously.

"Come on, come on, let me have a drink with you, Uncle Zhao." Old Man Sun took out the liquor that he had been reluctant to drink for many years and poured a small glass for Uncle Zhao.

Then I gave him a chopstick of meat in the bowl.

"Okay, okay, eat whatever you want."

Uncle Zhao picked up the wine glass and smiled even more happily.

The old Sun family is not as picky as outsiders say, he thought to himself.

Eating meat and drinking wine, compliments are still ringing in my ears.

This feels really good.

"Hey, it's just a coincidence that I'm here. Uncle Zhao is here."

The third son of the Sun family hurried home. As soon as he entered the house, he saw his father and his second brother drinking with Uncle Zhao, who was looking for a job for his second brother.

He has been keeping this wine for many years, and his father was not willing to drink it during the Chinese New Year, but today he really went all out.

"Hey, San'er is back. Just in time. Let's eat together." Uncle Zhao called Sun Laosan back and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hey, okay." Sun Laosan was not polite at all. Looking at the pork vermicelli and stewed cabbage on the table, his mouth watered uncontrollably. He sat down as soon as he could, not caring about the pain in his wrist and just snoring for a while. The wind and the remaining clouds.

Almost all the pieces of meat on the dish went into his stomach, and now he was spitting out vermicelli.

Not only Uncle Zhao, but also the two men of the Sun family didn't react, and the meat on the dish was gone.

When Mrs. Sun came in with the eggs, she saw her third son still digging through the oil residue in the vegetables. She was so angry that she almost slammed the plate on his head.

"Third brother, come to the kitchen with me."

Old Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth looking at her useless son, but there was nothing she could do. How could she beat her son in front of outsiders?

"What are you doing, Mom, I'm eating." The third child of the Sun family saw four steamed buns with three-noodles on the table, and reached out to grab them.

"Third son, this steamed bun is specially steamed for you, Uncle Zhao. Come to the kitchen with me and I'll leave some food for you." Mrs. Sun tried her best to suppress her temper and wanted to speak properly.

"Mom, I'll just take a bite here. Put the plate down quickly. Why are you still holding it?" He looked up at the egg spread in Mrs. Sun's hand and said.

"Oh, this is the egg that Uncle Zhao specially spreads for you. Come and try it." Old Mrs. Sun placed the egg in front of Uncle Zhao and glared at the third child to indicate that he was promising.

But who is Sun Laosan? He is a man who can call Zhou Jinxin, who is one year younger than him, sister. He is a man who can eat all the meat in the bowl in front of the guests. What would he be afraid of?

I saw him clamping the egg with his chopsticks. With a flip of his wrist, he took away most of the egg pancake and said, "I'll have a taste."

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun finally couldn't help it anymore and stepped forward, grabbing his ears and pulling him up from his seat.

"Come out quickly. I need your help." Old Mrs. Sun didn't care about her dignity anymore. If she continued like this, she would be completely embarrassed.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" Sun Laosan yelled, but his mother twisted his ears and pulled him out.

Before leaving, I didn’t forget to stuff the eggs into my mouth.

"Uncle Zhao, you eat, you eat." Old Man Sun was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

What kind of monster is this third child doing today?

He was still thinking about asking his Uncle Zhao to find a place for the third child to work. Now he was really lost. What could such a useless thing do?

You can't even use him to remove feces.

But it’s not enough not to say this, what if it really works.

"Uncle Zhao, my third child doesn't usually act like this, and I don't know why he's so crazy today, making you laugh." Old Man Sun put the remaining piece of egg pancake on the plate into Uncle Zhao's bowl, feeling a little embarrassed. say.