After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Lao was so angry that he fell down, and he was so depressed that he almost lost his temper.

The son is not smart, and the grandson is not smart either.

It doesn't matter if one of them doesn't work well, but if there are dozens of people who don't work well, it will make you angry just by looking at them.

If he gave all his intelligence to himself, and he didn't realize how smart he was, how could the sons and grandsons he gave birth to be so useless?

I don’t know if there will be a talent in the next few generations, I’m so ashamed of him.

Mr. Xiang took a deep breath and looked at his eldest grandson with a half-smile: "What are you doing? Arrange who will live on which kang? Then ask your wife to take out all the warm clothes for you and your children."

The eldest grandson nodded repeatedly, looking like he had just woken up. He was completely confused and asked his brothers for help.

When his younger brothers received his gaze, they all avoided it.

They don't know the best, but if they knew, they wouldn't be in this confused state now.

Xiang Lao almost broke his back teeth when he looked at the stupid expressions of more than a dozen villages.

Unlucky family!

The family is unfortunate!

Mr. Xiang swallowed the heavy breath in his stomach, and when he looked at his daughter-in-law and grandson-in-law, his tone was gentle and warm: "I have to trouble you to take out all the heavy clothes in the family, and you have to look at them at night, so as not to The child is cold."

"The same goes for you, don't just worry about your children and worry yourself."

"You know, only when you are well can you take better care of your children."

After hearing this, my daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law burst into tears of gratitude.

I didn't get the warmth of my father in my mother's family, but I didn't expect that I actually got the love of my father-in-law (grandfather) in my husband's family.

They were so moved.

They are much better than those stupid sons and stupid grandsons. After hearing what they said, they acted quickly.

Seeing that his grandson was still motionless, Mr. Xiang angrily picked up his crutch and hit his eldest grandson: "Why don't you help me?"

The eldest grandson stood still, suffering from the stick, and said with a sad face: "What are you helping me with?"

If possible, I would rather get two more sticks and ask Grandpa to speak clearly. If you say half and leave half, I really can't guess.

Xiang Lao patted his chest and told himself not to be angry, don't be angry, he is so angry that there is no one to replace him, he hurts others and hurts himself, it doesn't seem right, that's not what Liangzi said, how did he say it.

Oh, I remembered it.

It makes no sense to freak out for insignificant issues. I don’t get angry when others are angry, but when I get angry I have no one to take care of me.

If I am so angry that no one gets what they want, it will be nerve-wracking and laborious. Don't compete with neighbors, relatives, and friends. Leave the trivial matters of your children and grandchildren to him.

Yes, yes, why are you angry? If you get sick from anger, and you can't bear to let these sons and grandsons take your place, then why be angry?

Besides, let him take care of the trivial matters for his children and grandchildren, and when big things come up, he can tell them what to eat and what to drink. Isn't this comfortable?

Mr. Xiang took a deep breath, forced out a smile, and said softly: "If your wife wants to dig out the heavy clothes, she needs to move the cage."

"The cage is so heavy, do you want to help lift it?"

"Otherwise, if you hurt her, wouldn't it be too much?"

Only then did the eldest grandson suddenly realize: "Oh, yes, yes, I will go now."

He went to help, but the other brothers hadn't moved yet. They all looked at Xiang Lao, waiting for his words.

Xiang Lao looked at the pieces of wood and wanted to die where he was.

He really wanted to die where he was, but he didn't dare.

Suddenly, a bad idea came into his mind.

Maybe he thinks differently, maybe after he dies, his sons and grandsons suddenly become smarter?

Because there is no elder holding them down, they can express themselves freely.

It seems good, that’s the truth.

Mr. Xiang was not angry, but smiled broadly: "Please help your wife."

Only then did these grandsons dare to make a move and fled in a hurry. When they came to the door, you squeezed me and I squeezed you, but no one could squeeze out. In the end, they fell on their backs.

Mr. Xiang: "..."

Forget it, he will freeze to death tonight, let them get rid of this pressure on him.

Xiang Lao looked up at the roof. There was a spider on it. It had already woven its web and was quietly crawling to the side, waiting for its prey to arrive.

Look, spiders all know how to build webs to catch prey, but their descendants are still stupid and filial woodmen because of their own existence.

Just imagine, is there anyone like me who can live to be over eighty years old and still not die?

They say that when people grow old, they become monsters and it’s time for them to die.

Death is also joy and mourning, so worth it.

After he died, the children should separate their families and support their own small family without having to come to him for advice on everything.

In fact, he was already hiding, but they still came to ask him for help with their burning filial piety, but they didn't know that they were causing trouble and putting pressure on him.

The more filial they are, the more pressure they feel.

The more stressed you are and the more displeased they are, the more afraid they will be and the less smart they will be.

Only by dying can they all return to normal and no longer have to bear the pressure of being an immortal.

Alas, they are actually under a lot of pressure.

Mr. Xiang sighed softly, lowered his eyes, and a tear fell down.

He smiled and wiped away his tears, walked to the window with a smile, opened the window, and looked out at the thin crescent moon.

In the blue-purple night, the shining stars are blinking through the clouds, peeking at the joys and sorrows of the world.

They are yearning for it, I guess.

Mr. Xiang stood there for an unknown amount of time until his eldest son's voice came from behind him before he came back to his senses: "Dad, the kang has been burned. The weather has not changed yet and it is very warm, so no one has slept on the kang."

"I gave them separate rooms to sleep in, and asked Lao San and the others to keep watch all night. When the weather changed, I would wake everyone up and go sleep on the kang."

Mr. Xiang nodded: "Okay."

Look, isn't this well arranged?

It was because of his existence that he would report everything to him, showing that he was smart and his son was not smart.

This is impossible.

When people grow old, they must die, so don't stay here.

The eldest son looked at his father's back and suddenly felt very sad and sad.

Once upon a time, his father was also a big mountain. He could lift him with one hand and throw him on his broad shoulders, allowing him to ride a horse and see the mountains, water, fields, land, streets and people.

But now, the father who was once as tall as a mountain is now as short as his youngest grandson.

Such a small lump, standing there quietly, as if I stretched out two fingers and crushed it.

As soon as this idea occurred in his mind, he was frightened, his nose felt sore and uncomfortable, and he quickly quit.

After leaving the door, he glanced in the door again and shouted softly: "Dad!"

Mr. Xiang responded in a low voice: "Yes."

When the eldest son heard this response, he was not frightened or admired, but instead felt a little panicked.

My heart, which had not been beating wildly when I heard the wind and snow coming, was now beating like a gong.

This feeling scared him so much that he didn't dare to stay any longer and left quickly.

No matter how beautiful the night is, it will eventually change.

No matter how curved the moon is, it will eventually become round.

No matter how dim the stars are, they will eventually become brighter.

No matter how thick the clouds are, they will eventually become sunny.