My village can't be like this

Chapter 362
"Hey, husband, you see there's someone sleeping on the curb."

Halfway home, Su Ying suddenly pointed to the curb on the right front and said to Zhang An.

Zhang An turned his head and looked over, and indeed saw someone lying there motionless, but it didn't look like he was sleeping.

"He seems to be an old man, he doesn't look like he's asleep."

At first glance, it does look like a passerby sleeping on the curb.

In this day and age, there are many people sitting on the curb to catch their breath after being tired from walking.

Some people are even more exaggerated, sleeping on the road and waking up before returning home.

But Zhang Ando took a second look and found that he didn't look like a sleeping passerby.

Because he could tell that the man lying down was a bit old, and there was no padding under his head.

Even if most people sleep on the road, they will always use a handful of wolfberry grass as a pillow.

"You wait for me in the car first, I'll go down and see what's going on."

Zhang An pulled the car over, opened the door and got out to see what was going on, but did not let Su Ying get out of the car together.

After all, you must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.

The reason why he kept thinking about it was to see if this person needed help, and to gain some virtue for the unborn child in Su Ying's belly.

But this does not mean that Zhang An did not consider other things. After all, in this era, there are many people who rob people on the road.

Zhang An and the others have heard of this kind of thing since they were young, and it still happens from time to time. He is not unfamiliar with it at all.

When Zhang An walked over and took a look, he found that he was indeed an old man. He looked like he was in his 70s, lying straight on the road.

"Old man, I'm sorry to wake you up. What did you do? Why did you fall asleep right here? Be careful of someone touching the money in your wallet."

After approaching, Zhang Anxian shouted softly without reaching out to touch the old man.

In the village, there are quite a few old men named Zhang An who are in their seventies or eighties and call them uncle.

So he has long been accustomed to calling him "old man" when he sees an old man of this age speaking.

At this time, the old man on the ground turned his head as if he heard Zhang An's words.

"Baby, I didn't fall asleep... I seemed to have fainted just now, and I just woke up now."

The old man spoke in a very low voice and sounded a little weak.

When Zhang An heard that he had just fainted, he took it seriously and immediately checked the old man's pulse.

"My dear, you don't have to look. It seems it's time for me. I know it well."

Seeing Zhang An taking his pulse, the old man had no other expression but spoke calmly.

After Zhang An checked his lower pulse, his expression darkened slightly. The situation was not very good.

He took the pulse for about 5 minutes. The old man's pulse was very weak, and he looked like he had no pulse.

As he said himself, the oil has been exhausted and the end is probably coming soon.

"Your old man's health is indeed very poor, but it's not that time yet. Even if your old man wants to leave, I'm afraid the Lord of Hell won't accept you."

Although the situation was just as the old man felt it, Zhang An still held back and did not speak out.

Instead, he pretended to be joking and told the old man, trying to make him feel better.

"My dear, you don't need to forgive me. I'm over 80 this year. I know the time has come, otherwise I will become an old man."

Even if Zhang An is like this, the old man can still tell that he is trying to be lenient. After all, he has lived a long life and has eaten more salt than Zhang An has walked. How could he not see this kind of thing?

The old man said that he was over 80, but Zhang An was a little surprised.

But I don’t blame him. Conditions are not good everywhere now. As we get older, there is really no difference between those in their 70s and those in their 80s.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. Where is your home? I'll take you home first. It's not a problem here."

Zhang An himself was not that afraid of birth, old age, illness and death. He had already looked away from these things in later generations.

It is not a problem to continue to let the old man lie here, adhering to the principle of good people doing their best to the end and sending Buddha to the West.

Zhang An also wants to send him home. After all, only by doing good deeds can he accumulate virtue for his children.

Even though there are no homes nearby, Zhang An is sure that the old man's home is not far away.

Because the old man's body is relatively weak, he can't walk very far at all. If he were far away, he would have fainted long ago and it would be impossible to persist until now.

"My home is in Erdaoyan. You can see it after turning three corners."

The old man knew his situation well and did not insist on going to the street. He told Zhang An his home address.

"Erdaoyan, I know that village. I'll help you get into my car, old man. I'll take you back first."

After all, they are all villages on the same road, just like a grasshopper on a rope.

Zhang An also knew about the village of Erdaoyan, but he didn't move around it often.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you, kid. You are a kind-hearted kid. God will definitely bless you."

The old man also had great insights when he looked at Zhang An. After he fainted and woke up, many cars had passed by.

But no one stopped the car from beginning to end, even if no one asked, Zhang An was the first one.

Mao trouble means trouble. The old people who were originally from ethnic minorities did not speak Chinese very well, so they called trouble "Mao trouble".

Later, because of the dialect and accent, the elderly people also said it and it became a problem.

After getting the old man's consent, Zhang An helped him up.

He said he was holding him up, but in fact it was Zhang An who picked him up.

"Daughter-in-law, you drive, I will hold this old man from behind. Let's take him home first."

With the old man's current situation, he may not be able to sit firmly even when he is sitting in the car.

So Zhang An let his wife drive the car, and he supported him from behind to prevent him from falling in the car later.

After all, Su Ying had studied at the Provincial University for so many years, and Chen Cheng and his wife were both there, so she had already been asked to get her driver's license.

Although she didn't drive much later, Zhang An asked her to drive many times during this period, and her skills were not bad.

"Okay, then hold on to the old man while I start the car."

Su Ying got out of the car and walked around to the driver's seat. She spoke to Zhang An before starting the car and driving away.

After passing Zhang An's manual navigation, we soon arrived at Erdaoyan Village.

It's just that this village is relatively poor and the roads are narrow. Zhang An's car couldn't drive in, so it parked outside.

"Old man, which room is your house? I'll help you go there."

After helping the old man out of the car, Zhang An asked him.

"The yard with three old jujube trees in the corner is my home. There are two big yellow dogs at the end of the yard."

The old man originally wanted to point his hand in the direction, but he was a little tired and couldn't lift his hand.

So I could only speak orally. While talking, I also told Zhang An that there were two dogs at home. This was because I was afraid that Zhang An would not pay attention and be bitten by the dogs.

According to the old man's words, Zhang An quickly found a house with three jujube trees, and slowly walked into the village while supporting the old man. "Second uncle, second uncle, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as they entered the village, Zhang An and the others met someone shouting to them. The second uncle was shouting at the old man Zhang An was supporting.

The man who came was in his 50s and had a hoe on his shoulder. He looked like he was going to the fields.

This person was okay. Even though the situation looked wrong, I still asked the old man himself first.

If it were left to future generations, he would have raised his hoe and asked Zhang An for his crime.

In the world of the future, even if you have good intentions, a piece of flesh will be stolen from you in the end.

If this old man were left in future generations, Zhang An would definitely not ask.

Because in later generations he has no money and cannot afford to support him, so such good deeds cannot be done easily.

Even now, the people's hearts are relatively simple, and Zhang An himself has some support, so he can do things as he pleases.

"Defa, I went to the street and fainted on the road. These two kids were kind-hearted and brought me back."

The old man waited until the man in his 50s approached him and took a few glances before recognizing him.

"Thank you, thank you. It's so much that you sent my second uncle here, otherwise I'd be afraid of getting angry."

This man named Defa seemed to be a sensible person. After hearing what the old man said, he immediately bowed to Zhang An to express his gratitude.

"No, no, we're still young and can't bear it. We'd better send the old man home first. He's not very energetic."

The other party was in his 50s and looked much older than the old father at home. Naturally, Zhang An and Su Ying would not accept the courtesy.

When the man heard this, he immediately threw the hoe on the road and helped the old man back with Zhang An.

Arriving at the yard with three jujube trees, two yellow-haired native dogs came out.

Originally, he wanted to bark, maybe because the tiger cubs were often near Zhang An, so Zhang An was infected with the fierceness of the tiger cubs.

As soon as the two yellow dogs came closer, they immediately jumped aside and did not dare to bark.

As soon as I got home, the village neighbors gathered around to watch. They learned that Zhang An and the others had saved the old man, and a group of people thanked Zhang An.

This is a normal situation. In a village, if there are outsiders around and this happens, everyone will help and thank others.

There was no one at home. It seemed that the old man had gone out to the fields. In the end, someone from their village came to help and ran to call him back.

Half an hour later, the old man's son and daughter-in-law came running back.

When I came back, I saw my old man sitting on a chair with no big problem, so he knelt down in front of Zhang An.

"Thank you, thank you two kind people for bringing my dad back."

Because on the way back, they had already heard the villagers tell them the whole story.

Rural people are very polite and will never forget their life-saving grace. This still saved my father's life. Kneeling down and thanking him is not too much.

When Zhang An saw it, he quickly supported them and prevented them from kneeling down.

After all, he didn't dare to accept the bow just now, let alone the kneeling ceremony now. He couldn't bear it and his life would be shortened.

And when he saved the old man, he didn't come to thank him at all, he just wanted to do a good deed.

Then the family helped the old man lie down on the bed, and then the old man's daughter-in-law also made a bowl of sugar water and brought it over.

Sugar water can already represent a good thing in rural areas in this era. It can only be drunk when you are sick and injured in bed.

Finally, the old man's daughter-in-law and several descendants were waiting at the bedside, and several sons were accompanying Zhang An and the two outside.

"Little brother, which village are you from? I've inherited you too much, otherwise our old man might have died outside."

Zhang An is used to calling him "old man", so although his sons look at Zhang An as young, they treat him as their peers.

"My name is Zhang An, I'm from Changqing, and this is my wife. People around us will definitely reach out if they see this kind of thing."

Only then did Zhang An remember that he had not introduced himself to others, which was really rude.

After introducing each other, Zhang An got to know the family somewhat.

The old man's name is Yang Qingfa, and he has two sons. The younger son is called Yang Zhiquan, and he is the one who kowtows to Zhang An as soon as he enters the door.

The person taking the lead in talking to Zhang An now is his eldest son, Yang Zhihe.

Yang Qingfa took care of his younger son Yang Zhiquan at home, because his eldest son Yang Zhihe was assigned to the old lady.

It's just that the old lady passed away many years ago.

Of course, separate support is separate support, but if something happens to the old man, they have to be responsible together.

This kind of thing is more common in rural areas.

Their family with only two children is relatively easy to solve.

For example, if there are four, five or six children in the family, it will be exciting when they are fighting over property and shirking responsibilities.

"By the way, I have something to say to you. After I finish speaking, I will leave."

The old man was present just now, and there were some things that Zhang An couldn't easily say. Now outside the yard, Zhang An was going to say it to them all before leaving.

"That won't work. Although it's not far, you all have to have a meal before leaving."

When they heard that Zhang An was leaving, they didn't let Zhang An speak and just asked to stay.

After all, it is not the way to treat guests like Zhang An and let them go without entertaining them for a meal.

"You're welcome. At the moment, we have to take good care of the old man first. Today I checked his pulse and found that Mr. Yang has little chance of survival. He looks like he has no pulse. I believe you can also tell that he is old. It’s almost here, there are some things that need to be prepared in advance.”

Originally it was not Zhang An's place to speak. After all, he was an outsider and it was not good to interfere in other people's family affairs.

But he thought for a long time before he decided to speak, because the old man said it when he was in the car today.

The reason why he went out was because he felt that his time was coming and he didn't have much time left.

But no one at home prepared old clothes, so he wanted to go to the street to find a tailor to help him prepare one, so he fainted on the way.

So Zhang An didn't care whether his family would blame him or not, he still gave a reminder.

"During this period, his health suddenly became worse. We thought the season had changed and the old illness had relapsed, so we didn't notice it."

It turns out that Mr. Yang used to be a very healthy old man, but in the past few months, he seemed to be in poor health, as if he was ill.

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to keep him at home, and no one would be watching to see what happened today."

"Thank you, brother Zhang An. It's because we, as children, didn't expect that he made his old man uneasy. We will prepare for these things as soon as possible."

The two brothers didn't blame Zhang An for saying this. After all, whether it was true or false, he had good intentions when he said it.

Moreover, the old man's posthumous affairs, whether it is Lao Mu or Lao Yi, are all prepared in advance.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to prepare when the event comes. Even if you find it, there is a high probability that it will not be suitable.

So it makes sense that many elderly people have already started preparing their hometowns and other things before they leave.

Zhang An doesn't care whether these remarks are true or false. Zhang An has fulfilled his responsibility, and the rest is up to them.

(End of this chapter)