Yang Genbao sulked in the house for three days, and then went to work in the field with three knives under the big sun. He didn't ask Sandao why he was expelled from school, he just asked Sandao lukewarmly: "Are you worthy of your sister!"

Sandao seemed a little aggrieved and confused in his heart, but he had to admit that he did make a mistake. So he said to Yang Genbao with a face full of shame: "I'm sorry!"

At this time, Yang Genbao seemed to be a little soft-hearted. But he still pretended to be fierce and said, "What's the use of being sorry." ”

He sighed as if he had compromised, and then continued: "Forget it, you kid~ I'll see what you do next!"

Sandao was silent for a while, and then said calmly: "Let's see!"

……

The father and son stayed in the field for about half an hour. The day was too fierce, Yang Genbao felt sorry for his son, so he came back with three knives.

The people in the village didn't talk much about Yang Erlang at this time. Because during the period when Yang Erlang and Yang Genbao were closed, they seemed to have finished what they had to say. Now that Yang Erlang followed Yang Genbao out unharmed, they didn't know what to say.

However, the sullenness in Yang Genbao's heart obviously did not pass, he would be unconsciously angry when he saw the three knives, but he would be unconsciously sad when he saw Yang Yuqing.

This kind and simple girl has done so much for this family. Yang Genbao felt that he could forgive his son for living up to his expectations, but he could never forgive this son for living up to his sister's expectations and hard work.

On the way home, both of them seemed unusually silent. One didn't know what to say, and the other was so angry that he didn't want to say anything more.

Now that the sun is in full bloom, the village head doesn't know what is happening, but it is actually full of people.

Yang Genbao saw a black figure at the head of the village from a distance, and he was wondering why there was no fart along the way, and he thought that they were all gathered here.

So he hurriedly stopped and muttered to himself, "Damn, are you laughing at me?"

He apparently thought the villagers were waiting for him and Sandao, and then mocked them with pretense of courtesy. So he stopped Sandao, who was still walking forward, he snorted and said coldly: "Don't go there, take the path!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cry came from the head of the village. When Yang Genbao heard this, he reacted instantly. He hurriedly said, "It's Mrs. Chen who is crying, is something wrong!"

As he spoke, he walked briskly to the entrance of the village, laughing to himself a few times as he went. He felt that he was indeed a little stupid, if the villagers were really going to see their jokes, they could have waited at the entrance of the village just now when they went out.

Thinking of this, Yang Genbao's steps became more and more hasty.

The three knives followed Yang Genbao in a hurry, and he actually heard the cry from the entrance of the village from afar. It sounded so miserable and desperate. Sandao felt that the cry was like He Xiuxiu's own roar when he died. So he felt that someone might be dead at the entrance of the village.

And the fact is that just as Sandao thought, the village entrance is indeed dead.

On this hot day, Mrs. Chen's grandson stumbled and fell into the river while playing by the river. Under the fierce struggle, the six-year-old began to move further and further away from the riverbank. At that time, Mrs. Chen was dozing off in a wicker chair at the door of her house. The cry of the child as he fell into the river woke her up, and when she woke up in a daze, she realized that the child was gone.

Her first thought came to mind the creek, which was just a few steps away from her doorstep. Almost every day, she had to tell her grandson not to go near the river, but she would never have imagined that her advice would deepen her grandson's curiosity about the river.

When Mrs. Chen rushed to the river in an instant, her grandson had already sunk into the water. Mrs. Chen looked at the splash that had not yet subsided and the handful of black hair that loomed in the water, and began to howl in horror. Because, she doesn't know water.

Her howl quickly drew the neighbors, and the child was eventually rescued. However, his face was pale and he had lost his breath.

When Yang Genbao and Sandao came here, Mrs. Chen's wail rushed into their ears like an arrow.

"Ah~ my grandson, my grandson~ Wake up, wake up~ I just took a nap, how can you~ Ah, how can I explain to your parents. Ah, my life is miserable~"

The onlookers saw Yang Genbao and Sandao at this time. They were silent for a moment as if they were beginning to make eye contact, and then they began to comfort Mrs. Chen again.

Sandao squeezed into the crowd before he saw the child who was lying flat on the river. The child lay motionless, his belly bulging like a ball. His face was a little pale, his eyes were closed, and the river was slowly flowing out of his mouth.

Mrs. Chen knelt down beside the child, and she gently patted the child while crying.

"Get out of the way!" said Sandao, after a moment of observation, hurriedly rushed out of the crowd and came to the child's side. In Mrs. Chen's slight surprise, he grabbed the child's two little feet, and then lifted the child upside down suddenly. Then he began to shake the child vigorously.

The onlookers were startled by Sandao's sudden move, and even Yang Genbao shouted with wide eyes: "You put it down, you put it down." What are you going to do?"

As soon as Yang Genbao finished shouting, the villagers stretched out their hands one after another to stop the three knives, but at this time, a large amount of river water suddenly flowed out of the child's mouth, and the villagers couldn't help but pestle in place when they saw this.

When the child's mouth stopped flowing water, Sandao hurriedly put the child on the ground. He stroked the child's back with his right hand and made the child sit up, while his left hand was attached to the child's chest and rubbed it slightly. Immediately afterwards, as if he felt that the time was ripe, Sandao suddenly slapped his right hand on the child's back, and at the same time, his left hand also pressed the child's abdomen violently.

Suddenly, the child vomited with a 'wow' sound. When the child had almost vomited the water he had drunk, he began to cry.

And immediately after the child's crying, there was naturally a large sigh.

"Alive, alive!"

"Ahh

"It's so alive, I just lost my breath!"

"It's a good life, it's a good life. Mrs. Chen, you have to thank Gen Bao and his baby!"

……

Listening to these sudden discussions or praises, Yang Genbao couldn't help but scoff. Before he could say thank you, he scolded Sandao and said, "If the person is fine, he will leave, what are you doing there!"

Sandao said 'oh' and followed Yang Genbao to his home. He knew that Yang Genbao said this on purpose, which would make Yang Genbao appear dignified in front of others.

Yang Genbao didn't speak all the way, but he would look at his son from time to time. After arriving at home, Yang Genbao seemed to be a little helpless, and he asked, "How do you know that the baby is still saved?"

Sandao pretended to ponder for a while and said, "It's been taught in school!"

As soon as he said this, Yang Genbao immediately became angry again, "The school taught you so much, why do you still want to be expelled." You say that you don't create evil, you are doing your own evil~"

Sandao listened and slowly lowered his head, he sighed and said, "Dad, why don't I treat your hands and feet!"

Yang Genbao glanced at the three knives and said, "Cure a fart." You think you've learned what you've learned. Give me back my hands and feet, my hands and feet are good, I don't need you to treat them!"

Sandao rolled his eyes, sighed again, and said, "Forget it, I'm leaving!"

"You're back!" Yang Genbao turned around when he saw the three knives, and suddenly stopped him again. Then he drooped his face and said, "Then you say, what do you want to do!"