Chapter Twenty-Five: Doubling the Chill
The villagers, who didn't know what evil they had fallen into, all kinds of compliments and flattery to Ye Qingzhou.
Zhao Jianzhong listened, only feeling that the root of his teeth hurt.
He didn't understand why he was directly dismissed from his post by the government at night when he was fine during the day yesterday, and even Zhao Jiande, the security chief who personally delivered the letter, couldn't tell the reason, and only told him to be extra careful in recent days, so as not to offend someone he didn't know.
But after thinking about it, Zhao Jianzhong tossed and turned for most of the night, but he still didn't know who he had offended.
For most of his life, whether it was to the villagers of Zhaojia Village or to the last officials in the city, he was polite and polite.
It is impossible to offend outsiders.
"Uncle Jianzhong, have you eaten?" In the crowd, someone greeted Zhao Jianzhong.
But it was a casual greeting, but it made his already sensitive self-esteem explode in an instant, "I didn't just eat it!" I was so filling! ”
Zhao Jianzhong deliberately put his hands behind his back and walked towards his eldest son's house with his head held high.
But along the way, he always felt that the villagers around him looked at him more or less strangely, as if everyone had already known the news that he had been removed from his position.
As soon as Zhao Jianzhong walked into the fence yard of Zhao Yonghai's house, he saw that his eldest son's family of three was working hard to turn the soil with farm tools.
Zhao Jianzhong didn't quite understand their approach, "Why do you guys make him if you don't eat early in the morning?" ”
Now it is a great drought in the world, and what is planted in the ground will not grow at all, and turning over the land now will only make the soil drier.
"My mother said, turn over the ground in the yard now, and when it rains in a few days, the soil will be softer." Zhao Yonghai raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and continued to work after speaking.
"She said that if it rains for a while, will it rain? She is a woman who doesn't understand anything, do you believe anything? In Zhao Jianzhong's heart, he had an inexplicable denial and belittlement of his ex-wife Ye Qingzhou.
Zhang Qingyun and Zhao Jiaze also raised their heads and shouted to their father and grandfather, and continued to work as if they hadn't heard what he said.
Zhao Jianzhong was bored, but he felt that if he left like this, even his eldest son's family would despise him in the future.
He stepped into the courtyard and sat down at the table in the middle of the hall, "Eldest daughter-in-law, have you eaten enough lately?" ”
If Zhao Jianzhong came over in the past, even if he didn't speak, Zhang Qingyun would take the initiative to invite him to eat at home, just because he heard his father-in-law shouting "I didn't just eat!" I was so filling! So he didn't say anything.
At this time, Zhao Jianzhong asked like this, where could Zhang Qingyun not understand the other party's intentions, and immediately replied: "Thanks to my mother, I can barely make ends meet." ”
She wiped her hands on the apron in front of her, gave her son Zhao Jiaze a look beside her, and the two put down the work in their hands together.
"......" Zhao Jianzhong, who didn't know the truth, heard this, and the unhappiness that had been suppressed in his heart instantly jumped up.
If it weren't for the hunger in his belly and the lack of strength in his hands and feet, he would have had a seizure on the spot.
"Grandpa, this is the peach crisp that grandma brought yesterday, I ate it delicious, so I deliberately kept some, grandpa, you can taste it." Zhao Jiaze sent the pastries that his grandmother Ye Qingzhou kept for them yesterday to his grandfather Zhao Jianzhong.
"Your grandmother brought it? She, Ye Qingzhou, was afraid that she hadn't stolen Lao Tzu's money, so she bought these things! Although Zhao Jianzhong knew that after helping his two sons marry wives, all that was left in the family was the monthly millet and the annual grain.
Even if all the money on his body at this time is combined, he can't afford to buy half a box of pastries in front of him, but this does not prevent Zhao Jianzhong from using the greatest malice to speculate about the ex-wife who has been sleeping in the same bed for more than 50 years.
"No, grandma won't steal ......" Zhao Jiaze just wanted to defend Ye Qingzhou, but was stopped by his mother Zhang Qingyun, "Dad, the pastries are dry, you can eat slowly with tea." ”
Mother-in-law Ye Qingzhou, last night told the pastries and the fact that Dou Yuanliang, the owner of the Drunken Immortal Building, wanted to recognize his godmother, but they must keep it secret first.
Zhao Jianzhong put a mouthful of peach crisp in his mouth, only to feel sweet and crispy, at this time, if it is paired with the big cup of tea brought by his daughter-in-law, he will definitely be full and satisfied.
However, such a beauty has changed because of the words of the eldest grandson Zhao Jiaze, who defended Ye Qingzhou.
"Bang!" Zhao Jianzhong slammed his fist to the table beside him, "Your grandma won't do anything?" She's just an old waste, and if she hadn't been raised by me all these years, she would have starved to death! ”
Zhao Jianzhong saw that his eldest grandson Zhao Jiaze still looked unconvinced, and he wanted to say something, the more angry he became, and directly took up a whole box of pastries on the table, "These pastries must have been bought by her Ye Qingzhou by stealing Lao Tzu's money!" ”
Zhao Jiaze and his mother Zhang Qingyun looked at Zhao Jianzhong who was far away, and they were very chilled for Ye Qingzhou.
However, Zhao Jianzhong was like offering a treasure, taking the box of pastries snatched from his grandson's hands, and sending them directly to the door of his second daughter-in-law, Wang Hongxia, "Hongxia, I got back the pastries that the children wanted to eat yesterday, you hurry up and give them to the three children to taste." ”