What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

Two days later.

Looking at the river.

Zhang Xiaoan spent the past two days as usual, immersed in the happiness of mortal life.

He didn't know anything about what happened in the Zhang family.

Even a tiger takes a nap. After guarding the Zhang family for hundreds of years, he was also very tired.

Especially in recent years, he has worried less and less about the Zhang family's affairs. In addition, after having Fang Moxuan, he is almost decoupled from the Zhang family.

Mainly because the Zhang family was living smoothly now, so he didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, he was in the hospital, yelling into his cell phone.

"Are you eating shit? Even the express delivery was lost in the mail! Don't keep saying sorry to me. I'm so sorry. Don't do embarrassing things in the future!"

"Bah, bah, bah..."

"I don't care what method you use, you must deliver my express delivery to me tonight!"

Zhang Xiaoan hung up the phone roughly.

The ghost-faced fragrance petals that Zhang Youzhi mailed to him were lost by the courier, which made Zhang Xiaoan very angry.

However, after scolding the courier company, his anger subsided a lot.

In two days, the petals of the ghost face fragrance must have withered and become useless.

no way.

Zhang Xiaoan had no choice but to call Zhang Youzhi.

"Dudu..."

It rang for more than thirty seconds before the call was connected.

"Have you pooped? You're so slow to answer the phone!" Zhang Xiaoan yelled like a mad dog.

After a few seconds of silence on the phone, Zhang Chengquan's voice came out: "Ancestor, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you today? Why are you talking so sluggishly? It's not smooth at all."

"It's nothing, Ancestor. I feel a little unwell. Ancestor, what's the reason you called me?" Zhang Chengquan was still very afraid of Zhang Xiaoan. On the phone, he tried his best to maintain Zhang Youzhi's tone of voice.

"The express mail you sent me is lost. Send me another one as soon as possible!"

After Zhang Xiaoan finished speaking, he hung up the phone with a bang.

Zhang Chengquan, who was far away in Hanking, was stunned when he heard the busy signal on the phone.

What courier package was lost? What did Zhang Youzhi mail to him before?

……

In the ward.

Professional food delivery boy Fang Moxuan went to buy food again, leaving Qingyue alone looking out the window in a daze.

The hemp rope is only broken at the thinnest part, and the bad luck is only for the suffering people. This sentence seems to be tailor-made for Qingyue.

She had suffered a lot since she was a child, but before she had time to enjoy her blessings, she came to the end of her life in the blink of an eye.

Now she has lost any hope in life and no longer has any illusions.

"squeak"

The door to the ward opened.

Zhang Xiaoan walked in and sat on the bedside and coughed.

As a result, Qingyue didn't even look at him, and looked out the window without blinking, as if her soul had been lost.

"Sister, let me ask you something."

After waiting for two seconds, there was still no reaction from Qingyue. Zhang Xiaoan asked himself, "Do you want to die or live?"

"If you want to live, I can help you treat your illness."

"If you want to die, please die far away, find a place where no one is around, hang yourself and drink medicine."

"As long as you don't let my wife know that you committed suicide again, you can die any way you want."

Zhang Xiaoan is not the Holy Mother, so he will not care about Qingyue's life or death.

He is a man who loves his wife, and he doesn't want Qingyue to torment Fang Moxuan anymore.

The past two days in the hospital had been tough on Fang Moxuan, and the dark circles under her eyes had appeared.

Zhang Xiaoan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

"I'm sorry..." Qingyue finally reacted.

"You don't have to tell me that you're sorry. You're just a little sorry for my wife." Zhang Xiao'an pondered for a moment and continued to ask: "How about... I give you some time, and you think about whether you are seeking death or seeking a life?"

"Where's my grandpa?"

"It's freezing in the morgue. That's your grandfather. If you don't say anything, none of us dare to move. It's up to you to decide whether to cremate or bury him."

Qingyue turned her head, forced a smile on her face and asked, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

"tomorrow."

The drug residue in Qingyue's body has almost been discharged. There is no external trauma to her body. She will be hospitalized for observation for one day today. If nothing happens, she will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

"After my illness is cured, I will slowly pay back what I owe Xuanxuan."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoan nodded with some surprise: "Okay."

……

Well-off village.

Blessed home.

The village chief carried a bag of gifts and walked into Wanfu's house with a smile.

"Brother, I'm here to see you."

Wan Laodeng, that is, the porcelain master, when he saw the village chief walking in, he greeted him with a smile on his face: "Oh! Village chief, what do you think you are doing? You are the dignified head of a village. How embarrassing it is for you to come and see me with your things!"

Wan Laodeng said he was sorry, but he quickly took the things from the village chief's hand.

"Hey! What kind of village chief is there? We are all old neighbors who have lived in the same village for decades. You are so many years older than me. It's only right that I bring something to see you."

"Then if you say that, then you really should, haha! Come in and sit down." Wan Laodeng said shamelessly and invited the village chief into the house.

The Wan family has been quarreling with the villagers about the demolition.

Wan Fu simply took his wife to live with his father-in-law, leaving Wan Laodeng at home.

Wan Laodeng is over seventy years old and cannot be beaten, scolded or criticized.

During the two days when he was at home, the villagers stopped coming to argue with them. He was afraid that Wan Laodeng would be angry to death, and he would be helpless if he had to bear any responsibility.

After the two sat in the house and exchanged a few words, the village chief was not in a hurry to get down to business.

Instead, he played the emotional card first and said, "Brother, if I remember correctly, your family moved to Xiaokang Village later, right?"

"Yes, I was only in my early twenties when I moved to Xiaokang Village. Now more than fifty years have passed in a flash. Time flies so fast!" Wan Laodeng sighed.

"I still remember that when you first moved to Xiaokang Village, you didn't even have a grain of rice at home. It was the villagers who put together a bowl of rice so that you could settle down in Xiaokang Village."

Wan Laodeng was not very willing to talk about this topic, so he waved his hand and said, "Hey! It's all about Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet, let's not talk about that."

"Brother, we can't be ungrateful!"

"What's that?" Wan Laodeng's face darkened: "Village Chief, please pat your conscience and ask, have I ever caused trouble to the village in these years?"

"Let's just talk about this demolition. My family was originally going to build a villa. My son even bought the bricks, and you saw them piled up in the yard."

"Do you think that once my villa is built, I will not feel comfortable staying in the village?"

"It's good now. They insist on coming to demolish it, and everyone in the village agrees. So I have bought all the bricks, how will the loss of my villa be calculated? Is there anything wrong with me asking for more money?"

Seeing his shameless attitude, the village chief stood up and said in a very irritable tone: "Get it down quickly! How much are those bricks in your yard worth? Is your grandson going to college with money collected by the villagers? At home, You are so poor that you can hardly lift the pot, why are you building a villa with chicken feathers?"

"Lao Wan, everyone has responded positively to the demolition of the village. Now it's just your family that's missing. Can you not hold back the well-off village?"

"I'm not holding you back. Either give me money or I won't move. Anyway, I've lived in the village for most of my life and it's quite comfortable. If you really can't stand me, kill me. That's what I do anyway." I'm old enough, and I've lived a long enough life." Wan Laodeng immediately acted rogue.

"You are comfortable living in the village, right? Let's do this." The village chief sat back on the chair and discussed in a gentle tone: "I have a vegetable field in the west of the village, and I will pay for you to build a new house there. I guarantee it will be better than where you live now. Can you and your family move there by then?"

"I'll live here. I'm not going anywhere. No one wants me to move!"

Wan Laodeng now lives in the center of the village, and his geographical location is very important.

After moving to the west, it will be completely demolished and you won’t get a dime!

"Okay, okay! You can live here if you want. When you die, no one will care about you in your yard!" The village chief said angrily and stood up to leave. After taking two steps, he came back and raised his hand. Reaching for the fruit bag on the table.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Wan Laodeng snatched the bag of fruit and held it in his arms: "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? You want to take back what you gave away, how can you not survive?"

"I... ok, ok, eat, I'll suffocate you to death!"

The village chief was so angry that he trembled all over and walked out of Lao Wan's house.