Traveling through ancient times to survive

Zhao Yuanmu was so angry: "How dare you!"

He turned around and scolded his wife: "Crazy woman! That's your own son!"

Zhao Chengchuan was indifferent: "You don't have to act in front of me. Since you all hate my son, just break off the relationship directly."

The old man covered his chest and gasped. From the moment he first mentioned breaking off the engagement, Sun Xiaocao just stood there in a daze, never thinking that his son would abandon his parents.

Zhao Chengshan comforted the old man while persuading his brothers: "Second brother, you can't say that! Mother's words were indeed unpleasant to the ears, and you have reason to be angry. What you said in anger cannot be counted. Third brother, you should also persuade your second brother."

Zhao Chenghe looked embarrassed and hesitated, "Second brother, don't be angry. It's not good for your health to get angry."

The old man's eyes were moist. No matter how much he disliked his son, he had never thought of not wanting this child.

Zhao Yuanmu seemed to have been drained of his energy and spirit. His back bent and he looked pitiful. "Dad doesn't agree to break up the relationship. Dad and Mom really didn't pay much attention to you these years. Dad is here to apologize to you."

Zhao Chengshan didn't say yes or no. He looked up at the ceiling and blinked hard.

The old man pleaded pitifully, "Second brother, you have suffered a lot of injustices. Now that our parents are old, they don't have many years left to live. Can you just bear with it for a few years? Don't let others laugh at you. When our parents are gone, you two brothers don't have to move around if you don't want to. Just live a good life, and our parents will try not to bother you in the future."

Zhao Yuanmu waved and prepared to leave, but Zhao Chengchuan softened his heart.

No matter how badly a child is hurt by someone who is disliked by his parents, as long as his parents bow their heads and beg him, he will soften his heart, even if he clearly knows that his current apology is just a momentary emotion, and it won't be long before his parents will return to their old ways and hurt him as usual.

"Wait, you don't want firewood?"

Zhao Yuanmu and his two sons looked back in surprise.

"Wait."

Zhao Chengchuan went to the cellar alone and brought up two bundles of firewood, weighing a total of nearly 20 kilograms, as well as two bags of 50 kilograms of black flour and a bag of kilograms of brown rice.

After moving the things into the main room, Zhao Chengchuan said, "There aren't many left at home, so I can only give these away."

Zhao Yuanmu was moved and wiped away tears: "Okay, okay, these are already a lot. Daddy and mommy are really sorry for you, but you still think of daddy and mommy."

The four of them carried their things back home. Sun Xiaocao was silent all the way. She knew that she had completely lost her second son.

Memories of the past kept flashing back in her mind. When she was working hard, the second child was still so small that he could hardly walk steadily, but he already knew to bring her water. Instead of being happy, she disliked the second child for spilling the water on the road and scolded him.

There was also the second son who went up the mountain and found wild fruits. He was reluctant to eat them himself, so he kept them secretly and gave them to her like treasures. However, she still did not see her son's sincerity and scolded him for only knowing how to play and ruining his clothes.

And when she was so angry with the third child that she had a headache, the second child quietly cleaned up the mess made by his younger brother, and she only paid attention to the third child who was crying loudly.

From a child who could still act like a spoiled child to a silent teenager, the details that I had ignored before suddenly woke up at this moment and desperately rushed into my head.

Sun Xiaocao looked up at the sky. The white clouds looked like a big dog with drooping ears. The old man's accusatory words came to her ears. She said that she had not cared about it before, but now she regretted it after losing it.

When she got home, Mrs. Zhao rummaged through the bag and complained, "Why is there only so little stuff? The second son is so stingy."

Zhao Chengshan shouted: "Shut up! What does this have to do with you?"

The second son suddenly acted like this today, which frightened the old man. The old man really felt guilty. Seeing that the mother didn't say a word along the way, he probably regretted it. This stupid woman even came up to him to ask for a scolding! She really didn't know how to live or die.

Mrs. Zhao shuddered all over and shut her mouth.

Mrs. Zhao noticed something was wrong as soon as the four of them entered the room. What was going on? Wasn't the stuff coming? Why was she so upset? Especially her mother. According to the usual practice, she shouldn't be scolding and complaining about her second brother. Why was she so abnormal today and didn't say a word?

Mrs. Zhao San secretly winked at Zhao Chenghe, and the two of them ran away to urinate.

"What's going on today?"

"Alas! Dad asked for a thousand kilograms of food and half of the wood today."

Mrs. Zhao’s eyes widened. Dad really dared to ask for it!

"My second brother must be very angry, and my mother is adding fuel to the fire, calling him a waste."

Mrs. Zhao was shocked. Oh my God, she had never seen such an insulting way of asking for help.

"The nephew would definitely not accept it if he heard his father being scolded, so he scolded back. This was too much, it stirred up a hornet's nest. Mom was furious and scolded the second brother as a disaster star."

Mrs. Zhao was full of questions. How was this related to the disaster star?

Zhao Chenghe received his wife's questioning look, and he explained: "We Zhao people have not always lived in the mountain village. We fled from the north more than 30 years ago. That was exactly the year when my second brother was born. There was also the current snowstorm. Mother may be confused and put these two things on my second brother."

Mrs. Zhao felt very sorry for Zhao Chengchuan. Could she blame him for this? Wasn't it that her own mother was the mortal enemy who killed the whole family in the previous life? How could the second brother tolerate this?

"My second brother is really hurt and wants to break off the engagement."

Sun Xiaocao lay back in the quilt without saying a word, feeling exhausted. Seeing his wife's dull expression, Zhao Yuanmu didn't have the heart to teach her a lesson any more.

At Zhao Qing's home, Zhao Chengshan sent several people from the old house away and stared into space in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. The three siblings were still enthusiastically discussing how to vent their father's anger.

"Sister, who are we going to attack? Grandma or Grandpa?"

Zhao Deyan was very upset: "Brother, you are too bold. Grandpa and grandma are old. What if something bad happens to them?"

"What about the sneak attack on uncle and third uncle?"

"No, your idea is a rotten one. What if we can't defeat them and get caught? Even if we succeed, they are the backbone of the old house. If they lie down, who will support so many people? Then they will have to rely on our family again."

"This won't do, and that won't do, brother. You're not going to cause trouble for your cousins, are you? Brother Zhuzi gave me food, and I don't want him to get beaten. And my eldest cousin, he didn't bother us either."

"Who asked the elders to cause trouble for my family? I can only let my cousins ​​suffer first, and let my grandparents feel sorry for them. Sister, don't you agree?"

"The last time Lao Zhai came to our house to ask for money, it was also for Zhao Decheng. Since he enjoys the most resources, he must be beaten the hardest."

"Well said, sister. From now on, every time the old house causes trouble to us, we will beat Zhao Decheng."

The three men agreed to ambush Zhao Decheng. As long as he went out, they would give him a severe beating. Zhao Decheng, who was curled up in the quilt and didn't want to get up, sneezed several times.

Zhao Decheng secretly decided that the weather was still too cold and people would be freezing, so they couldn't go out in the wind.