Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

Zhang Cuihua had great fear in her eyes and she shouted, "No, they can't blame me. We really couldn't make ends meet at that time."

"The subdistrict office won't give me work, and the neighbors won't help me. You can't let me take Jia Danghua to see them!"

"They should blame you. If you hadn't made us all the "five black categories", our family wouldn't be like this!"

Zhang Cuihua seemed to have found a life-saving straw. There was some hope in her eyes, and she glared at He Daqing fiercely again.

He Daqing ruthlessly extinguished her hope.

"Stop talking about this. Banggeng was criticized earlier than me. I was implicated by him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be in this mess now."

"Now I've been rehabilitated and returned, but he hasn't come back yet. Don't you know?"

He Daqing was still not satisfied at this point, and continued to interject: "Zhang Cuihua, don't worry, Bang Geng hates you too!"

"If you hadn't collected tributes and shouted to the world that he was the reincarnation of a god, he wouldn't have been criticized and forced to swim in a cesspool, and had his legs broken by being poured with boiling water, just to see if he was really the reincarnation of a god!"

When she heard that even Bang Geng hated her, Jia Zhang couldn't hold it in any longer and hurriedly explained, "It wasn't me who said he was a god. It was the old god in Baiyun Temple who said he was a god!"

He Daqing didn't explain, but sneered and said, "Then you can wait for Banggeng to come back and explain these to him, and wait for Huairu to come back and explain the matter of Jiadang."

"Even if you die, you still have to go down and explain to Old Jia and Little Jia. I want to see if you can explain everything. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me and Zhuzi. At worst, I will only recognize He Xiao and not even recognize Huairu as my daughter-in-law!"

After saying this, He Daqing no longer looked at Jia Zhang and walked straight out of the ward.

Zhang Cuihua was the only one left in the room. After the loud sound of the door closing, the room was dead silent, with a hint of evening gloom.

But she seemed to hear a noise coming from the door again. Zhang Cuihua stuck her head out and glanced at the door, only to see the skinny old Jia coming in. There was only half of Jia Dongxu left on the ground, crawling towards the bed, dragging a bloody trail.

"Cuihua, let me hear your explanation!"

Old Jia walked closer and smiled, his old face was close to Zhang Cuihua's eyes, his face was dark blue and pale, exactly the same as when Zhang Cuihua saw him off for the last time.

Jia Dongxu also put his hands on the bed, climbed up and moved closer and said, "Mom, I'm here to listen to your explanation too!"

Zhang Cuihua's mind exploded instantly, she just closed her eyes tightly and said silently: "Old Jia and Little Jia, please don't bother me, if you want to bother me, go and bother the neighbors in the courtyard!"

"If they could lend a helping hand, our family wouldn't be in such a difficult situation, forcing Mom to ask Jia Dang to sell meat..."

After He Daqing came out of the ward, he went downstairs to the ward.

Regardless of the biting cold wind, He Daqing sat down on the bench.

"Oh my God!" He Daqing raised his head and sighed, "You really want to kill me!"

"Is this all retribution for being a traitor?"

After a moment of sadness, He Daqing lowered his head again, with fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.

"No matter what, life has to go on, even if it's for He Xiao."

He Xiao is now He Daqing's hope and the only descendant of their He family. If he cannot see He Xiao marry and have children, then He Daqing would have no face to die.

What a disgrace to our ancestors!

"It's easy to handle. When Huairu comes back, send Zhang Cuihua back to the countryside. If she dares to make trouble, kill her." A cruel look flashed in He Daqing's eyes.

"Find someone whose background you don't know to marry Jia Dang."

Thinking of this, He Daqing's expression brightened slightly.

"And Jia Geng, this ungrateful bastard!" He Daqing's expression became even more cruel, and the hatred for Jia Geng in his eyes almost became tangible.

Every time they criticized each other, Jia Geng, the beast, was really ruthless to him, and he kept calling him an old traitor, saying that his mother and his master were old prostitutes with bound feet from the Eight Great Hutongs...

Twelve-year-old Jia Geng didn't understand the meaning of many things, but he could remember them.

As he grew older and more experienced, he not only understood what was said, but in order to win credit and reduce his punishment, he really tried to kill He Daqing and fabricated slanderous stories against him.

It can be said that the two of them went to the forest farm for forced labor together, and not only did they not support each other over the years, they were like enemies.

He Daqing had been persecuted by Jia Geng for the past twelve years, so he was naturally not ambiguous. Jia Geng was his grandson, and the charges against him were much more than his. The two of them tried their best to hurt each other, and their grudge became bigger and bigger.

Later, when He Daqing was rehabilitated, he went to Jia Geng to show off, directly proving that he was wronged.

Jia Geng could only watch him get on the returning truck with red eyes of envy.

"Jia Geng is such an ungrateful bastard!" He Daqing gritted his teeth and said, "If he still doesn't behave like an adult after coming back, I'll send him to be taught a lesson by Old Jia!"

As he spoke, He Daqing smiled and said contemptuously, "If there really were gods and ghosts, why would I have become a traitor in the first place?"

the next day--

He Daqing arranged for Zhang Cuihua to be discharged from the hospital, but the doctor refused to agree.

After all, Zhang Cuihua had just had an amputation, and then the wound broke, and she was bleeding profusely and went into shock. It would be better for her to stay in the hospital for observation.

But Zhang Cuihua screamed wildly, saying there was a ghost in the hospital and she wanted to be discharged.

Seeing that the patient and his family requested to be discharged from the hospital, the doctor could not stop them and could only instruct He Daqing to take good care of Zhang Cuihua and give her more bone-strengthening foods, as well as red dates and other blood-replenishing foods.

He Daqing agreed to everything and received the bills.

As for whether these things could be eaten by Jia Zhang, He Daqing sneered.

Instead of buying a walking stick for Zhang Cuihua, they just found a bullock cart to carry Zhang Cuihua back to the compound.

As soon as she entered her house and saw the portrait of Jia Dongxu on the wall, Zhang Cuihua cried out that there was a ghost. She broke away from the people who were supporting her and got into bed.

Hiding in the quilt, he was still shivering under such a huge mountain of flesh.

He Daqing just sneered, not caring whether she was really afraid or pretending. He just wanted to raise her well until Qin Huairu came back and wait for Qin Huairu and him to lose face together.

At that time, Zhang Cuihua would either go to the countryside to suffer, or go down to take care of Lao Jia.

The 23-year-old Jia Dangzheng is youthful and beautiful, with a slim figure and a smooth body. She pays attention to maintenance, with fair skin and a pair of eyes that are as captivating as spring water.

But when she looked at He Daqing at this moment, there was no more charm and passion in her eyes. Instead, there was only fear. First, she was afraid of He Daqing's face, and second, she was afraid that He Daqing would know what she had done.

But she also felt aggrieved, and there were some things she couldn't control. In her heart, she regarded He Daqing, who had returned, as her savior.

He looked a little scared, a little aggrieved, about to cry, with an extremely complicated expression in his eyes.

He Daqing looked at Jia Dang, feeling regretful and pity, and secretly cursed Zhang Cuihua for being a beast. Even if Zhang Cuihua had sold Jia Dang to someone else as a wife, He Daqing would not have been so angry.

But he didn't say all these words, no blame, no question, no clarification.

"I will go to the street office this afternoon. I was rehabilitated this time. They should either arrange a job for me or give my family a job. They have to come up with a set of rules!"

That’s all He Daqing said.

After hearing this, Jia Dang nodded in agreement, with some joy in his eyes.

The locust flower next to it is only eighteen years old, but it has grown into a more beautiful one than Jia Dang.

After hearing what He Daqing said, she actually looked a little disappointed. After all, she was used to eating delicious food and living a rich life, and she didn't want to live a hard life again.