King of Industry

Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing walked around Jianghai County for an hour and a half, their hands were full of presents, it was really hard to take them, so they gave up.

Carrying a lot of presents, Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing came to the downstairs of the uncle's house talking and laughing all the way.

He Guoping's home is a small two-story building, which is a dormitory divided by the work unit.

It is said to be a small building, but it is actually no different from a bungalow. The first floor is a collective utility room, and on the second floor, five families are squeezed into a corridor, and each household actually only has one room.

My uncle's house is the innermost room, and if you want to get in, you have to pass through several other houses.

Today is the weekend, and several families are at home without going out. When Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing carried their things upstairs, everyone noticed.

As soon as they saw the two younger students carrying so many things in the left bag and the right bag, the eyes of several neighbors were a little straight.

One of the elder sisters couldn't help but greeted: Little brother, little sister, who are you giving gifts to? Could it be that you went wrong?

Zhao Guoyang smiled and did not speak, and Zhao Xiaojing on the side replied politely: Sister, that's right, doesn't He Guoping live upstairs?

Ah? Are you giving gifts to He Guoping? The eldest sister asked with a confused face.

That's right? He Guoping is our uncle, and my brother and I came to visit him. Zhao Xiaojing said as a matter of course.

Oh, it turned out to be the nephew and niece of the old He family, so it's no wonder.

Maybe she heard Zhao Xiaojing's impatience, so the woman didn't continue to ask, but just reminded: However, child, don't blame the big sister for talking too much, you should know what disease the old He family woman has, right? Don't stay too long Now, be careful to get infected!

After hearing her obviously discriminatory words, Zhao Xiaojing became a little angry.

Seeing that his sister was about to lose his temper, Zhao Guoyang took her hand and signaled her to calm down.

Turning his head, Zhao Guoyang looked at the woman, and said lightly, Sister, there are some things that don't have real evidence, so it's better not to spread them around. My aunt got pneumonia, and this disease is hardly contagious. You spread it so much. , it’s not good.”

Pneumonia? Isn't it just tuberculosis? Everyone knows this disease, and it can't be cured! the eldest sister snorted indifferently.

Seeing the woman's disapproval, Zhao Guoyang ignored him, took Zhao Xiaojing's hand, and walked inside.

The two walked to the innermost house in the corridor, only to see that the door was locked tightly, and there were faint choking sounds coming from inside, it should be this house.

Zhao Guoyang and his sister nodded, and gently knocked on the door of this room.

Who is it? Soon, a girl's slightly hoarse voice came from inside.

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhao Xiaojing quickly responded: Xiaohui, it's me, Xiaojing! My brother and I are here to see your mother!

After Zhao Xiaojing finished speaking, the door was quickly opened. A tall girl with ponytails appeared in front of the two.

This girl with a mature curve that is extremely disproportionate to her youth is naturally He Hui, the eldest daughter of her uncle's family.

Seeing brothers and sisters Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing, He Hui was slightly taken aback, and then said happily, Ah, it's really you, Cousin Guoyang!

Xiaohui, hello! It's been a while since I saw you, and I've grown taller again! Zhao Guoyang said with a gesture.

He Hui smiled, and turned to look at Zhao Xiaojing: Xiaojing, didn't you tell my aunt, I don't bother you, why don't you listen? You even sent my cousin here...

Zhao Xiaojing raised her brows and said, Xiaohui, I can't make up my mind about this. What should my brother want me to do? Can I be disobedient as a younger sister?

Seeing that He Hui seemed to have a lot of things to say, Zhao Guoyang laughed and said, Xiaohui, if you have anything to say, let's go into the room and talk. How ugly is this stick at the door?

He Hui hesitated for a moment, and let Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing into the room sideways.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Guoyang smelled a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine. Obviously, this was the medicine made by his aunt to treat pneumonia.

The house of more than 20 square meters was divided into three rooms by wooden boards. It is said that it is a room, but in fact it is only enough for a bed. Since the light is not turned on, the room looks a little dark.

On the easternmost big bed, a middle-aged woman with a sallow complexion and a thin face was reclining on the bed and weeping silently.

She didn't seem to notice that Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing came in, her chest was heaving unceasingly, as if she was about to spit out phlegm at any moment.

This woman with an unhealthy complexion was naturally Zhao Guoyang's aunt, Zeng Xiuhong.

As for this aunt, she was considered a beautiful woman back then, but unfortunately, she was born with two children, and contracted this disease for some reason, and it has not been cured.

After Zhao Guoyang put down the gift in his hand, he pulled Zhao Xiaojing to say hello to his aunt.

Auntie, Xiaojing and I came to see you, are you okay? Zhao Guoyang sat down beside the bed with concern, and asked Zeng Xiuhong's hand.

Seeing Zhao Guoyang's action, He Hui who was standing over there was a little moved, tears welling in her eyes.

Zeng Xiuhong was awakened by Zhao Guoyang's voice. She opened her eyes with difficulty, and looked at Zhao Guoyang and Zhao Xiaojing blankly, as if she didn't recognize anyone for a while.

Mom, cousin Guoyang and Xiaojing from my aunt's house are here to see you. He Hui said quickly beside her.

Ah, Guoyang, it's Guoyang! Upon hearing Zhao Guoyang's name, a light flashed in Zeng Xiuhong's eyes.

Obviously, she still cares about Zhao Guoyang's nephew.

Following her, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, Zeng Xiuhong hurriedly broke free from Zhao Guoyang's hand, and said in a hurry: Guoyang, my aunt's disease is tuberculosis, which is contagious, get out of the way!

Zhao Guoyang ignored his aunt's words. He squeezed his aunt's hand and explained sincerely, Auntie, don't talk nonsense. What era is this? Why do you still use the feudal word 'consumption'?

Seeing his aunt's stunned look, Zhao Guoyang explained: You, the disease you have is just pneumonia, and it's not a problem at all.

Most pneumonias are not contagious. Ordinary people only develop bacterial infections when their immunity is weakened.

Zhao Guoyang then comforted: And with the current medical methods, pneumonia is not a terminal illness, so you don't have to worry about it, Auntie.

But, they all said... Zeng Xiuhong murmured.

Zhao Guoyang said with a complex expression: Auntie, do you believe in the nonsense of those people, or do you believe in science and me?

You should know that I have been to college, don't I know as much as those people who can only chew their tongues?

That's right, Mom, why do you care about those people! If you don't believe my cousin, who else can you trust! He Hui said resentfully.