My father.

This calamitous home of mine, ten people crammed into three tiled houses, this home that is so poor that there is no place to sleep well, this big family that has broken hearts together for several generations...... In this life, he is going to change.

In this life, he Zhang Laohan should no longer be reluctant, he wants to use his vision and pattern to point out a new direction for the life of this troubled brother and sister.

Let the father see that he is a mountain, not the son he will bless all his life.

One generation is stronger than the next, everything is done by the father, how the children grow and behave, he, the eldest parent, even if Zhang is happy to wash the lead, but he can still feel his blood suppression on his body.

This poor home at this time.

Full of joy and "complaining".

Zhang Xingxing also bought things for his parents and grandfather, and everyone had them.

Everyone is naturally happy to have something, but the elders are particularly distressed about money, saying that they waste money to buy them those things, and there is no need at all.

This is naturally "complaining".

Zhang was happy to be complained about in his heart, and he was also happy.

Bring happiness to your family in a timely manner.

Looking at the dilapidated home, buying something is rare like a New Year's home, this living conditions deeply sting today's Zhang Laohan, this dilapidated three-room tile house, the future change is not a problem, but the current task is arduous, even if he does the tea and egg business, he also earns 100 yuan, this money is far from changing the living environment of the whole family.

Facing the current "master of the family" at home.

Zhang Xingxing stepped forward.

"Dad, I still have to go back to town to have something to do, and while it's not dark at all, that's my salary last month. ”

Zhang was happy that he took out twenty yuan, he used to do this, he would buy some gadgets, this time he behaved the same, for the time being, he didn't want his parents to know that he was a tea and egg vendor.

Now they only hope that they will work in the Pengbu Town Wood Factory and be their own workers, that is their best son, the pride of their family, the first worker, his good son Zhang Yingui, and if you want to hear what kind of tea eggs he makes, it is estimated that he will smash his burden the next day.

and his father's wrestler, you can't rely on words, because words are useless, a sentence I am your Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can still do you, no matter how many words are right, in front of him is your Lao Tzu, all of a sudden he bowed his head half.

The lethality of the martial arts of bloodline suppression is too great, and it is simply a geometric crushing move.

So the weapon against his father is not a lip service in Zhang Xingxing's opinion, what can really impress his father is the result!

In his previous life, he was angry with words, and he couldn't say that his father changed his way, after middle and old age, he became a grandfather himself, and those children and grandchildren are not bullshit about their words, only who has done it has results and achieved results, he is really satisfied.

Although he finally realized when he finally let go, in fact, the family process is the best, but it was too late, but now if you want to convince your old man and weave your own life, it is useless to convince you.

Many people do not start because of their parents' obstruction, how can there be results, this should be the reason why many fathers and sons are nervous but have no way to solve it, and between them, the father owes the son to apologize, and the son owes the father to thank him, because there is no result and may never be able to let go.

Because the son failed to prove it, the father did not see a reason to convince him.

That's how regret is often born.

"Eldest grandson, do you want to rush back in such a hurry, didn't you always stay at home for one night and come over in the morning?"

Grandpa Zhang was reluctant, the dry tobacco that his grandson bought for himself, he was really happy, he came back half a month late, he could only make it himself, it was not that taste at all.

Therefore, when he first came back, he really complained in his heart, but now he is more reluctant, he hasn't been back for a while, why is he leaving.

"Eldest grandson, it's getting dark now, and it's getting late. You haven't eaten yet, how can grandma feel happy when you go home. ”

Grandma Zhang also retained.

"Grandpa, grandma, in the Pengbu Town Wood Factory, I really have something to do this time. Zhang said happily.

"If he has something, don't leave him, go back quickly, don't bother. Zhang Yingui said.

Originally, I didn't want to let myself walk at night and care about myself, but when Zhang Yingui said that, Zhang Xingxing didn't like the smell.

It's the momentum that wants to suppress himself again.

Bloodline suppresses that trick.

Zhang Xingxing used to use those tricks on his grandson, but his grandson didn't eat that set at all, why didn't he eat it at all when he was a child!

Now it's not good to scold him for not being a descendant, he is his son, there is no trick at all, he can't learn the slippery grandson, that generation of personality, most of their generation of characters are honest, and because of his suppression when he was a child, he is very tolerant of his children and grandchildren, otherwise he would not become an old child, lived for 19 more years, that is a good mentality, the doctor said that after his illness, in fact, he was at most fifty years old, but he didn't expect to live to sixty-nine, the age of a normal person.

Now, facing his father's bloodline suppression again, okay, Zhang Laohan can only think in his heart, let the old man get his own tricks after a while, when he uses his own strength to build a tall and large yellow brick house for this family, he honestly gives way to me as the decision-maker of the "everyone's master", I Zhang Laohan is more salt than the old man Zhang Yingui, you eat more salt.

"Happy son, Mom has left you too, while it's not completely dark yet, you have to ride the bike slowly, son. ”

"Uh-huh. ”

Zhang Xingxing drove the 28th big bicycle, and the whole family who could walk came out of the door to send it, Zhang Yingui, the old man, was no exception, but he was behind the whole family, and in front of him was Zhang's mother, Zhang's grandfather, Zhang's grandmother and brothers and sisters.

"Big brother, buy me the villain book "Journey to the West" next time. ”

The second said.

"No problem, if you still remember. ”

"Big brother, I still want a big toffee. ”

The fifth sister said with a blank eye.

"Big brother must remember. ”

"Big brother, I want Tang monk meat. ”

The fourth said.

"Big brother, I want a skirt, our class ......"

"You dogs, you should be the money is blowing in the wind, what do you want here, you little things, you know what you want to want, eat and eat, you all want to eat the board, shut up Lao Tzu. ”

Zhang Yingui suddenly became powerful, scaring several brothers and sisters so much that no one dared to make a sound.

The younger siblings stopped chattering, and suddenly quieted down.

......

"Big grandson, big grandson, ride slowly. ”

"Son, it's going to be dark on the road, be careful. ”

Zhang's mother waved.

......

The reason why Zhang Xingxing rushed back to Pengbu Town to build a woodware factory was that he had to make tea eggs at night, he was too poor, and he didn't want to waste a day to make money, especially when he knew that there would be imitators and competitors soon, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

It hurts to sit down.

I can't wait to make money with tea eggs.

The old money fan ran away, there was no way to force it, this family is too poor now, waiting for him to change.