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Chapter 1914: Disaster is imminent and Mrs. Zhuang faints from fright.

The middle-aged aunt is Secretary Zhang’s wife. She works as the principal of the factory kindergarten. She usually deals with children. She couldn’t accept this when she saw this.

He quickly called out to Zhuang Tuxi. "Child, come in quickly. What's going on?"

Close the door and shout into the room.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, come over here quickly, something has happened!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit ran out of the bedroom in a hurry. He was just tutoring his child.

I thought something big had happened.

As a result, he saw his wife holding a child, wearing tattered clothes and looking dusty.

I was a little confused for a moment.

He lowered his head and asked, "Whose family are you from?"

"I..." Zhuang Tuxi had already prepared his reply.

As a result, Aunt Zhang, who was full of maternal love, thought that the child was nervous. At this time, she also recognized Zhuang Tuxi, after all, she had also attended the affiliated kindergarten.

So he helped explain: "Lao Zhang, this is Huang Ling's son from our factory!"

"I know a little about this child. When he was young, he had a high fever and was not sent to the hospital in time. It was very pitiful. You can see that their parents did not take good care of them. It's so cold today that their shoes are torn!"

"I guess he's been wronged. You have to help him solve it~"

The middle-aged uncle could vaguely see that Secretary Zhang was quite handsome when he was young, and he didn't want to get involved in such trivial matters.

Although it is said that the factory is your home, you should not treat bean buns as dry food. The cotton mill is one of the best factories in Suzhou, and Lao Zhang is still very prestigious. Such trivial matters are blamed on him. How can he live in the future?

"Child, you go back first. I'll talk to your parents later. Even if your studies are not good, you can't hit your child!"

"Let's go back first. By the way, have you eaten yet?"

"Mom, please help make a bowl of noodles for the child!" Old Zhang shouted towards the inner room.

"Let the driver take him home after eating!" After saying that, he sat on the sofa, picked up the teacup with "Serve the People" printed on it and took a sip of water.

He obviously misunderstood. According to his wife, the child must have had a brain injury when he was a child. He was probably beaten because his parents worried about his study problems. This was just a trivial matter.

"Oh, whose child did this and how did he do this?" Grandma Zhang came out wearing clothes and felt distressed when she saw the disheveled Zhuang Tuxi.

"Hello, grandma. My name is Zhuang Tuxi. My father, Zhuang Chaoying, is a teacher at our affiliated high school, and my mother is Huang Ling, a female employee at our factory!"

"Uncle Zhang, it's not that my parents are mean to me, but my grandma and dad bullied my mom. She cooked for the whole afternoon, but when it was time to eat, she asked my mom to take me and my sister to the kitchen!"

"I argued with them for a few sentences, and they wanted to hit me... wuwuwu~"

Zhuang Tuxi first greeted politely, then explained the purpose of his visit in an orderly manner, and then used the unique advantage of a child to start crying.

This made Grandma Zhang and Aunt Zhang feel distressed.

Secretary Zhang also nodded secretly. This kid is nice and polite.

Aunt Zhang, who is also a daughter-in-law, was extremely angry when she heard what happened to Huang Ling. It would have been great if her mother-in-law was standing next to her, otherwise she would have said a lot of unpleasant things.

"Lao Zhang, you should also call the machinery factory. This is too much bullying for our factory employees. I know Huang Ling is a decent person. She joined the factory when she graduated from junior high school at the age of 16 and has been a model worker and production model for five consecutive years!"

"What era does she think this is!"

"The old society?"

"He even set rules for his daughter-in-law. I think she needs to be educated."

"This... this is a matter between two factories after all. It's a bit inappropriate for me to interfere, right?"

Lao Zhang is a rather smooth person, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold such a high position in this special era, for he is afraid of being involved in anything.

"Son, please help if you can. Women nowadays have it hard. If the child hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, he wouldn't have come to our house!"

"Look how pitiful you are. Come with grandma and I'll find you something to eat!"

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

"Grandma, here are some cookies~"

Zhuang Tuxi was led to the living room. His main feature was that he was very good at dealing with people. He was very good at coaxing old people. Soon he made Grandma Zhang giggle.

"Oh, look at this child. He has a chubby face and is so cute. He looks exactly like our Jianguo when he was a child!"

at the same time.

Huang Ling had already returned home with her two children. They had just left her parents-in-law's house a few minutes ago. She was getting anxious when her daughter suddenly tugged at her clothes.

"Mom, my second brother asked you to go home!" Zhuang Xiaoting spoke in a baby voice, and looked around cutely while speaking, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.

Huang Ling was stunned for a moment, then immediately leaned over and held her daughter's shoulders. Her voice trembled: "Xiaoting, what did you just say?"

"My second brother said this when he was peeling peanuts for me. No matter what happens, I just want you to come home. He said he knows what's going on and asked us to wait for news of his victory!"

"Puchi~" Huang Ling smiled happily. "This brat, wait and see how I deal with him!"

"Mom, who are you going to deal with?"

Zhuang Xiaoting was gnawing on a chicken wing that had almost no meat left. She hadn't heard of the taste of meat for almost a month, but she was reluctant to throw it away.

Huang Ling saw it and felt sad, and she felt even more resentful towards her husband Zhuang Chaoying, especially since she hadn't seen him for such a long time.

Aren’t I and my child important in his heart?

Tuxi is a child who knows how to feel sorry for others.

It's such a shame.

“Slurp, slurp~”

"Separate!"

Zhuang Tuxi, who was considered to be suffering by Huang Ling, ate a big bowl of egg noodles at this time. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, rubbed his stomach and showed an innocent smile.

"Thank you, Grandma Zhang. The noodles you made are so delicious. I ate so much without realizing it!"

"Look at this child, he's so sweet. Are you full? If not, grandma will give you more!"

This made the old lady smile from ear to ear. Usually her grandchildren always complained that her cooking was bad, but this time her emotional needs were greatly satisfied.

I saw Zhuang Tuxi standing up with the bowl and chopsticks.

"Hey, what are you doing, kid?" The old lady was puzzled.

"Grandma Zhang, I'll go wash the dishes!"

When Grandma Zhang heard Zhuang Tuxi say this, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Oh, no, no, Aihong, come over here and take the dishes away!"

"Son, you can help too. Look how sensible this child is~"

When Aunt Zhang heard her mother-in-law's instructions, she went over to pick up the dishes and prepared to wash them.

"Lao Zhang, our mom said so, you should make a phone call right away!"

"Okay... okay~" Secretary Zhang agreed reluctantly.

The secretary's home has a telephone.

A few minutes later.

Just as the Zhuang family was still criticizing Huang Ling and Zhuang Tuxi, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Zhuang Ganmei went over to open the door, and the person on the other end was a middle-aged man dressed in a standard cadre attire, a Zhongshan suit.

His tone was a little aggressive: "Ganmei, I'm Lao Liu from the factory office. Secretary Zhang from the cotton mill just called our director and said that your second nephew is complaining at the other party's house!

"How could your parents say something like that?"

"What do you want to do!"

"I think you don't want to make any progress!"

When she heard the word "complain", and her second nephew was at the secretary's house at the time, Zhuang Ganmei could not hear anything the director said next. Her mind went blank and she sat down on the ground with a plop.

It was such a cold day that my back suddenly started sweating and my forehead was also sweating profusely.

Never expected it!

This nephew actually ran to the secretary of the cotton mill to complain!
It’s over, this is a revelation!
It’s all the fault of these two old people. Why are you bragging about nothing?
The workshop director's voice just now was very loud, and the two old men in the room heard it clearly, and their faces turned pale.

Catastrophe is imminent.

Old Mrs. Zhuang, who had triangular eyes and looked cunning, was so frightened at the thought of going to the street that she fainted instantly with a "click".

Old man Zhuang, who was smoking a pipe, did not look as aggressive as he did when facing his son and daughter-in-law just now. He was so scared that his legs went weak and he kept swallowing his saliva.

"Old...boss!"

"Hurry up, hurry back to your factory and tell them that Tuxi is talking nonsense. Our family has been poor peasants for three generations."

"I don't mean to be dissatisfied!"

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)