Rebirth in the 70s: Crazy criticizing spoiled husband for being clingy

After Song Weimin read those letters, his expression was so hard to describe.

"Is this really written by Yang Zhiqing?"

What kind of feng shui is this in Guyue Village? Why are the men thinking so much of having a soft meal one by one?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Wen Mubai sadly.

It started with Wen Zhiqing!

Wen Mubai noticed his gaze, smiled softly, and looked at Tang Banxia with particularly soft eyes.

Song Weimin twitched the corner of his mouth and looked away: "What does Director Tang mean?"

Since I showed him the letter, I must want him to punish me. Otherwise, wouldn't he be free? This kind of black history is spread everywhere?

"Isn't the position of dung picker in our village still vacant? Yang Zhiqing is too idle and only has time to do something that is not available. How about making him busy?" Tang Banxia suggested as he took a sip of boiled water.

Song Weimin agreed without saying a word: "No problem!"

Speaking of which, almost all of the dung pickers in their village are contracted by educated youths, which is a good thing if you think about it, right?

I just have to make new excuses every time, which is a shame.

After sending Tang Zhiqing and his wife away with a smile, Song Weimin left the brigade headquarters and quietly ordered the villagers near the old Zhiqing point to monitor Yang Zhiqing point and report him immediately if there was anything wrong with him.

When the time comes, he can send down judgment from heaven, right?

As a captain, no matter rewards or punishments, they must be justified in order to convince the public.

This is Song Weimin's captaincy code.

Song Weimin was secretly doing something here. On the other side, Tang Banxia and Wen Mubai met Old Man Su on their way home.

He was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, and had frostbite on his hands and face. His face was red and he looked very embarrassed.

"What's the matter with you?" Wen Mubai was as rude as ever.

Old man Su looked at the couple hesitantly.

Wen Mubai dragged Tang Banxia and left immediately, not coddling him at all.

"Wait a minute, Wen Jin...Wen Zhiqing, I have a fever, can you give me some medicine?" Old Man Su called out to the two of them.

Although he was speaking to Wen Mubai, his eyes were focused on Tang Banxia.

Tang Banxia didn't care and looked at Wen Mubai inquiringly.

Wen Mubai turned around and said, "Okay."

"But, what do you use to pay for the medicine?" He smiled leisurely.

Ever since Liang Wenci came and made a fuss last time, he never sent any money to him again after he left.

Naturally, he would no longer take care of Old Man Su.

As far as he knew, Liang Wenci did not ask anyone else to take care of the old man.

Without special care, Old Man Su's life would have been miserable.

Of course, the village didn't bully him very much, but they didn't give him any more care.

What he is living now is the life of a normal decentralized personnel.

The work points earned are halved, and there are no other benefits.

It's just that Old Man Su had confidence in the past and his life was much easier.

Now, hum!

Old man Su's expression froze, as if he was a little embarrassed: "I, do I owe you first?"

Now that he has nothing to live on, how can he afford the medicine: "When spring comes, I will also collect medicine to pay off the debt."

The aloof Mr. Su finally lowered his noble head.

But he didn't want to die. If he died, there would be nothing.

Just as Wen Mubai put on his mocking face, he thought of something and rolled his eyes: "Okay."

After agreeing, he turned to look at Tang Banxia: "Okay?"

Tang Banxia smiled gently: "You decide." It was very honorable to his man.

Wen Mubai was instantly comforted and said to Old Man Su, "Then wait here and I will bring it to you later."

Of course, it is impossible to invite this old man to their home. What if it is not good for Tang Tuantuan?

He did not hesitate to speculate on the old man's most vicious thoughts.

Old man Su didn't dare to say anything and quickly agreed: "I'll wait here."

"Ah."

After that, Wen Mubai took his wife and left.

When they were far away, Wen Mubai said with a stern look: "Daughter-in-law, didn't you say that the old man must have something good hidden in him? I'll give him a wife when the time comes."

Tang Banxia: I’m speechless!

I thought this guy was caring about blood ties.

It turned out that he was thinking of scraping the oil, because he looked up to this kid.

But thinking of the resentful look that Old Man Su had given her before, Tang Banxia said "hmm" and said, "The more, the merrier."

No whitening without scraping.

"Absolutely." Wen Mubai said that he was good at this.

After returning home, Tang Banxia went to the pharmacy to grab two sets of medicine and handed them to Wen Mubai.

Wen Mubai: "I'll be back in a minute."

"to make."

After Old Man Su got the medicine, he staggered back to the cowshed and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the silence outside the cowshed.

Without going in, he took a clay pot and started decoction.

Rare items like iron pots were not available in the cowshed, and even the clay pots were picked up by him in the mountains.

"Brother Su." Old Man Jiang came down from the mountain holding a bundle of firewood: "I'm here to help you."

He walked over and helped set up the clay pots and light the fire.

Yu Sirui handled the remaining firewood and stacked it aside.

They don't know how to store firewood, and it's useless if they save it. Although the villagers won't bully them.

But the firewood they stored was often borrowed by some people, and they did not dare to refuse.

Just don't save it. Go up the mountain and cut some every day, which will be enough for a few days.

Old Man Su hummed, sat down on the stone, leaned on his crutches and looked into the distance with dull eyes, his back was extremely rickety.

After a while, he said: "Sirui, when spring comes, you can teach Grandpa Su how to recognize medicinal materials."

He knew in his heart that if he dared not pay back the debt this time, it would be difficult for him to get medicine next time he got sick.

"Okay." Yu Sirui agreed happily.

No matter what the relationship between Grandpa Su and Tang Zhiqing was, they were always good to him.

Old Man Su hummed.

At this moment, another person walked out of the bullpen.

He described him as being very embarrassed, his cheeks were sunken, his face was blooming, and he was lame in one leg.

Even the thick cotton-padded clothes on his body were cut into strips, exposing the yellowing cotton wool.

The most important thing was his eyes, which were pitch black and waveless. They were none other than Song Laosan.

Seeing him, several people outside the bullpen immediately shut up.

When he walked away, Old Man Jiang frowned and said, "Sirui, go see that girl."

Yu Sirui entered the bullpen.

There was a clear view of the cowshed. Song Qian was huddled in the corner of the cowshed, with her back to the door and trembling all over.

Seeing her like this, Yu Sirui thought of himself before, pursed his lips, and finally covered her with a worn-out cotton-padded jacket, turned around and went out again.

"How is the girl?"

"Alive."

After Song Laosan and his daughter were sent here, Song Laosan was tormented by others all day long, and it was common to be beaten and scolded. But Song Qian, everyone ignored her.

She was still too young, and she was a child in the village, so no one could do anything to her.

This neglect also included Song Laosan.

This beast has no sense of responsibility as a father, and he doesn't care about Song Qian.

Sometimes Mrs. Song even feels sorry for her granddaughter and secretly brings some food, but it is all snatched away by Mr. Song.

When Song Laosan first came, he tried to steal their food rations by virtue of his physical strength, but he was pushed back. ,

And as Song Laosan suffered a broken leg, he no longer dared to attack them.

He can only bully his own daughter.

If Yu Sirui's family of three hadn't helped him from time to time, the child would have starved to death.

"When the porridge is ready, give her a bowl." Mrs. Jiang sighed and said.

No one else had an opinion.

No matter how little he is, he still has compassion for such a young child.

The Song family didn't know what happened to Song Qian. They never expected that Song Laosan would be such a bad thing.

It wasn't until Song Xi came to visit her sister that she discovered that Song Qian was dying...