The old man was hungry all night. Although he didn't eat a single bite of food, he ate five steamed buns and drank two bowls of porridge, so he had a good appetite.

If this were placed in an ordinary person's home, he would be very happy to see the old man having such a good appetite, because it shows that the old man is in good health. As the saying goes, people are like iron rice or steel. Only when they can eat enough can their health be good.

But for Xiong Wenliang and his wife, this was too much food, which made them feel very distressed.

"What a loser. He can't do any work, but he still eats. He seems to be in good health, so he should be able to work. There is a lot of grass in the field behind the yard, and we need someone to hoe it!"

Unexpectedly, the younger daughter-in-law spoke directly and arranged life for the old man on the spot. She really didn't let him have any free time.

But the old man is in Xiong Wenliang's house, but he hasn't had to work for many years. Today, his rheumatism has returned and the pain in his legs is making it difficult to walk, making him even less able to work.

But what can he do?

The old man looked at his youngest son and found that Xiong Wenxing remained silent and acquiesced to his wife's showdown.

"The woodshed is too humid and cold. My rheumatic legs have recurred and I can't walk because of the pain. Why don't I wait until my legs get better?"

The old man still hoped that his younger son could have a little bit of filial piety and compassion for him, so he turned to his younger son and said.

"What do you mean? There is nothing wrong with you when you stay at my brother's place, but you get rheumatic legs after coming to my place for one night. Did you do it on purpose?"

Unexpectedly, the younger son Xiong Wenxing immediately turned around and said dissatisfiedly. He didn't care whether his leg really hurt. Moreover, for so many years, every time the old man's rheumatic leg recurred, it was Xiong Wenliang who took care of the doctor and sold medicine. The younger son didn't even remember him.

There is such a thing as rheumatic legs.

"It's an old problem from before. The woodshed is really damp and cold!"

The old man hurriedly explained that he also hoped that the younger son could free up a side room for himself to live in. Anyway, the room was empty and no one lived in it. At least there was an earthen kang in it, and he could find firewood by himself.

"Why are you so rich? It would be nice to have a place to live. I don't want to live with your eldest son!"

The younger daughter-in-law slapped the chopsticks on the table, stared at the old man and said.

Xiong Wenxing stopped talking, apparently once again tacitly supporting his wife.

When the old man saw that the other couple had this attitude, he nodded his head and said nothing, feeling even more humiliated.

"This family can't support freeloaders, otherwise we won't be able to cook the next meal!"

The younger daughter-in-law stood up and went to wash the pot without saying a word. The meaning was obvious. If the old man didn't go to work, he wouldn't have to eat the next meal.

When Xiong Wenxing was full, he stood up and hummed a song and left. He went back to the bedroom and turned on the TV to watch. He had no intention of going to work. He was not included in the list of people who wanted to eat for free. There was only one person in the family who didn't work and still had to eat.

It's called eating at leisure.

The old man couldn't stand up gritted his teeth, so he limped to the utility room to find a hoe, and decided to go down to the ground.

"Who are you pretending to show!"

Before I even walked out of the door, I heard the mocking voice of my daughter-in-law coming from behind.

The old man didn't dare to refute, and quietly took the hoe and left. Only he knew how sad he felt.

After arriving at the field, I discovered that my youngest son, Xiong Wenxing, was very incompetent as a farmer. He should have hoeed the field a long time ago. The grass in the field was lusher than that of the banker. Several other people's lands around him had already finished hoeing.

Even though their family has lush grass, they are not afraid of people laughing at them.

The old man quietly wiped his tears, then dragged his sore legs and started hoeing.

After a while, villagers discovered him, and they were all surprised, because they all knew that this old guy never worked after following Xiong Wenliang, but they didn't expect that he would hoe the land for his younger son.

Some people even discovered that the old man had obvious problems with his legs and feet, and anyone could see that he was limping when he walked.

"

Why is that old man going to the fields, eating the eldest son’s food and working for the younger son?”

"What's the point? He's forcing his eldest son to give money to his lazy son all day long! If he doesn't give it, he'll hang himself!"

"You don't know that yesterday I saw someone carrying a man covered in blood to Xiong Wenliang's house. After a lot of noise in the yard, the old guy packed up and moved out of Xiong Wenliang's house!"

"What? It's impossible! What happened? Xiong Wenliang finally kicked this shameless old guy out? Who is that person covered in blood?"

"I don't know, but I saw Xiong Wenliang and his wife also packed up and moved away. The door was locked by Boss Liu. They haven't come back today. Maybe something happened at home!"

"What happened?"

"I don't know, but this old guy's leg became lame after living with his younger son for a day. Could it be that he was beaten by his younger son?"

"He has pampered his younger son since he was a child. He is so good to his younger son, isn't that right?"

"Why not! Don't you know who Xiong Wenxing is?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! No matter what happens, this old guy deserves it!"

…

The villagers gathered together and had a heated discussion, but no one came close to ask what happened, and no one sympathized with the old man. In their view, this was all his own fault.

However, everyone gradually guessed that something might have happened to Xiong Wenliang, otherwise the old man would not have been able to move out or work here.

While the crowd was discussing, Xiong Wenxing and his wife came out of their home. Xiong Wenxing's wife originally wanted to see if the old man was doing a good job, but she was quickly surrounded by the meddling villagers.

"Hey, the Xiong family's daughter-in-law seems to be beautiful again. By the way, why did your father-in-law come to your house?"

"Yes, why is this leg so lame?"

"We heard that something happened at Xiong Wenliang's house yesterday? A man covered in blood was carried in?"

"Xiong Wenxing, why are you so bruised and swollen?"

…

A villager who could talk came forward and started the conversation, and the rest of the group hurriedly started asking questions that they were interested in.

Especially Xiong Wenxing was beaten up violently by Zhu Cheng for any reason. His face was obviously bruised and swollen, which immediately aroused everyone's curiosity.

"It's not that this old guy didn't teach his son well and didn't educate his eldest son well. He stole the boss's motorcycle and rode it, almost killing someone. He was chased at the door. We helped smooth things over and put in a good word, so Xiong Wenxing was beaten!

"

The younger daughter-in-law immediately began to tell the story of the incident, but she made changes to describe Xiong Wenliang as if he was a traitor. She also attacked her father-in-law in profile, but of course she beautified her behavior, as if this meal

The beating was for helping Xiong Wenliang.

"What? Hit someone? What happened next?"

The villagers were shocked and even more curious about the results.

"We are all from a poor family, and there is nothing we can do. We can't help even if we want to. Finally, Xiong Wenliang's unlucky boss came and helped with the money, but Xiong Wenliang, a loser, sold his house to the boss.

I still owe the boss 800,000 yuan... No, it's a huge sum of 900,000 yuan. I will be selling myself to the boss for the rest of my life!"

Xiong Wenxing’s wife continued to tell.

"What! The house has been sold. I see. Why did your father move here to your house?"

The villagers finally knew why and were so surprised by the result.

They had not yet fully accepted Xiong Wenliang's promotion to deputy general manager. They did not expect that something like this would happen again, and they felt that Xiong Wenliang had hit rock bottom all of a sudden.

Many villagers felt very comfortable in their hearts. Previously, Xiong Wenliang was burdened by his father and younger brother, so no matter how hard he worked, his life was not as good as theirs. Now he suddenly became famous, and they felt jealous.

No.

Now that Xiong Wenliang was unlucky, they felt very comfortable in their hearts, and suddenly began to silently sympathize with Xiong Wenliang. They felt that this person's life was too bitter and unlucky. It was okay to meet such a father and brother.

Such a thing can happen.

"Then where did the couple live? There is no place to live, so why didn't they come to live with you?"

Some curious villagers continued to ask.

"I sold myself to the boss, so I moved to the cooperative. It was said that the cooperative needed a person to patrol the gate at night, so I could earn a few extra cents to pay off the boss's debt! I think I won't be able to pay it off in this lifetime. I have a foreign debt of 900,000 yuan.

!”

Xiong Wenxing spoke at this time, showing no pity for his brother, but instead taking pleasure in his misfortune.

"Then your dad seems to be living in your house from now on. What's wrong with his legs?"

Another villager immediately thought of the important point.

Not only did Xiong Wenxing and his wife lose their source of income, but they also had an extra source of income. No wonder the old man came out to work. This meant that he could not live a leisurely life. Everyone understood immediately.

But everyone is very curious about that leg. Was it beaten yesterday?

"That's rheumatic legs, it has nothing to do with us!"

Xiong Wenxing's wife hurriedly distanced herself from the relationship. She said before that she didn't believe it was rheumatic leg, but now it seems to be true. She doesn't want to be said that they beat the elderly. Although as time goes by, she may really be able to do it, but no

People will know.

"Rheumatism legs? Don't we all have earthen kangs in rural areas? It will be fine if you sleep on it if you have a fever!"

Some villagers said in confusion.

"I remember that he always had rheumatism in his legs, but he rarely got sick. Once when he went out in the winter and was blown by the cold wind, he got sick. The next day, Xiong Wenliang took him to the hospital to apply plaster!"

Another villager said.

After the two of them finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

None of us were fools. After talking about this, we suddenly realized that this old man with rheumatism in his legs had no right to sleep on the earthen bed in his youngest son’s house. He lived in who knows what cold and damp place. One night, this old man with rheumatism legs
To be continued...