My village can't be like this

Chapter 620 Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite
It stands to reason that when parents beat their children, the people watching should try to persuade them to stop.

But their family was not from Changqing Village, so it was difficult for Zhang An to persuade them, and he didn't want to say it either.

In this way, Uncle Wang beat his son while Zhang An watched on his own.

Even though Uncle Wang is quite old, he is very ruthless when it comes to fighting.

Zhang An could tell this with just a quick glance, because he had been beaten up by Wang Fang many times since he was a child, and he knew all the tricks involved.

Only the person involved knows how pleasurable it is to be whipped on the body by a stick as thick as a thumb, but others have no idea.

Although its sourness is definitely not as good as that of bamboo sticks, it is most suitable in this season.

After all, it is winter now, and everyone wears at least three layers of clothes. The most comfortable bamboo sticks in summer are not really suitable now.

Although this thumb-thick stick feels pretty good when used to whip someone, the frequency is a little off.

But seeing this, Uncle Wang was still very angry.
After a while, Uncle Wang probably got tired of smoking and stopped panting.

Uncle Wang's son no longer spoke, and he no longer had the ferocious look he had just had.

At this moment, he was facing away from Zhang An, looking outside. He probably felt that it was very embarrassing for him, a man in his forties, to be beaten by an old man in front of a young man like Zhang An.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Zhang. This bastard in my family has always been so indiscriminate. I have done many things that have let you down. I, the old man, apologize to you."

Perhaps his anger had subsided, Uncle Wang leaned his stick on the ground, sighed and spoke to Zhang An, while pretending to bend over.

Of course Zhang An would not accept such a gift. After all, Uncle Wang was already in his sixties. He immediately stepped aside.

"Uncle Wang, you don't have to be like this. You are responsible for your own actions. I know this has nothing to do with you and Grandma Chen."

Zhang An knew that this was just Uncle Wang’s son’s own idea and had nothing to do with the two old people.

After all, the two old men, Wang and Chen, have lived in the Dongli yard for a long time. For all this time, they have been friendly with everyone, even the villagers.

"But Uncle Wang, when you came to me to buy rice, I told you that your family members had to know about this and have their consent. That's what you and Grandma Chen told me at the time, but now it seems that it's not what you said."

Although this is the case, Zhang An doesn't want to bear the blame for murder for money.

Zhang An knew that his chicken blood rice was very expensive, and people who didn't know about it would definitely not understand if they saw it.

So when the tenants of Dongli Courtyard came to buy rice together, Zhang An told everyone about it in advance.

In order to ensure that no disputes arise, Zhang An also asked them to go back and discuss the matter with their families.

At that time, most of the tenants' families were quite understanding. Some of the tenants' children even came to beg Zhang Anduo to buy more for their families. Even if some of them could not come, they still called.

The only exception was Uncle Wang's family. No one from home came over, nor did they call. The two elders just said that the family knew everything and had no objections, but they were just too busy to come over.

At that time, Zhang An saw that everyone's family was fine, so he didn't pay too much attention to Uncle Wang's family.

As a result, now, all other families are fine, but Uncle Wang's family has encountered such trouble.

"Hey, I'm sorry, Xiao Zhang. Your grandmother Chen and I lied to you. We didn't actually tell our family about this."

Uncle Wang knew he was in the wrong and apologized again.

"Uncle Wang, I did that just to avoid misunderstandings, but this is what happened..."

Zhang An felt that he was still young and what happened today was entirely caused by his own carelessness.

"Xiao Zhang, this is a long story. At that time, your grandmother Chen and I also wanted to discuss it with our children, but my eldest son is in the frontier, and it is not easy to contact him. Only this bastard is close by in the provincial capital, but every time we call him, they say they are busy and hang up after a few words. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. We have lived here for more than a year, and this is the first time he has come to see us. So, your grandmother Chen and I have long given up hope. Let them be busy. There are so many old men and women from other places here. We are happy on our own, and that's enough."

As Uncle Wang spoke, his eyes couldn't help but become moist, and at the end he laughed at himself.

"Alas, every family has its own problems. Uncle Wang, don't think too much about it, but your family's situation is a bit too complicated. Let's forget about buying rice in the future. If something really happens, my family will have a hard time explaining it."

Although he understood, for the sake of his own family, Zhang An still planned to cut off ties with Uncle Wang's family.

Without saying too much, just look at the way Uncle Wang's son looked today. If only his mother and others were at home, Zhang An didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Their family doesn't rely on the money from buying rice to make a living, so it's better to avoid this trouble if possible.

Especially since Uncle Wang has a son living in the frontier, if something happens to him, he will have no way to explain himself.

"Xiao Zhang, you can't do that. We used our own retirement salary to buy rice, but we didn't use a penny of their money. It really has nothing to do with them."

When Uncle Wang heard Zhang An say that he would no longer sell rice to them, he became anxious on the spot.

Everything from Zhang An’s family, whether it’s chicken blood rice or other things, is expensive, but they are all well-deserved good things.

All the old men and women in the Dongli courtyard know that this is the key to their bodies getting healthier day by day.

Even if there are similar things in other places, they don't have such an effect.

"Uncle Wang, I understand you, and I hope you can understand me. I really don't want to cause any trouble to my family."

No matter what Uncle Wang said, Zhang An just shook his head.

Seeing that Zhang An was not willing to negotiate, Uncle Wang became furious. He had disliked his son in the first place, and now he disliked him even more.

He immediately picked up the stick in his hand and wanted to beat the culprit next to him again.

"Uncle Wang, our Qiqi is still young, so we won't keep you here."

After Zhang An found out that his son had run away from home, he spoke to Uncle Wang.

It is better not to let children see this kind of scene, so as not to scare the little ones.

Another point is that their loving father and filial son are their own business, and Zhang An just wants to out of sight and out of mind.

Uncle Wang was interrupted by Zhang An and forced a smile, then he suppressed his anger and walked out.

Back in the house, Wang Fang looked worried.

"Xiao An, are you okay?"

She was in the main room with the little one just now, and she heard everything that happened outside clearly.

"It's okay mom, don't worry, it will just break off later."

Zhang An was not worried about what would happen in the future. He had already done what he should do. If there really was trouble, he would just deal with it.

He is just afraid of trouble, but he is not to the point of being manipulated by others.

At noon, other tenants of Dongli Yard came running to the door.

The village is so small, and when Uncle Wang's son came to ask about this in the morning, they soon found out. "Xiao Zhang, don't worry, our children won't be so unreasonable, don't sell ours too."

"Yes, Xiao Zhang, our child came here and said it himself. Old Wang's family is Old Wang's family, and they are different from us."

As soon as the tenants in the village found Zhang An, they all started to speak up. They were afraid that Zhang An would not only refuse to sell to Uncle Wang's family, but would also refuse to sell to them.

Now the tenants who moved in later cannot buy the supplies in Zhang An’s house, and they are afraid that they cannot buy them even if they have money.

"My dear elders, I didn't say I won't sell it to you, so just put your mind at ease."

Zhang An didn't know whether to laugh or cry when seeing this. He originally thought that everyone came here to plead for Uncle Wang's family, but it turned out that they were worried about themselves.

Unexpectedly, the disturbance caused by Uncle Wang's son made the tenants nervous.

But it’s good this way, they take it so seriously and it seems like they care more.

"That's good, that's good. We are afraid that we will be affected as well."

Without the worry of innocent people being affected by the fire at the city gate, everyone went back with peace of mind.

However, not everyone left. In the end, there was only an old man left in Zhang An's yard.

"Zhang An, since we don't have the share for Old Wang's family anymore, why not just sell it to our family? Don't worry, our children won't do that. They are full of praise for your things. It doesn't matter if you sell it at a higher price. As long as you agree, I will let them come over right away."

He waited until everyone had left before walking up and speaking.

"Uncle, I'm really sorry, I'm planning to make some wine recently, and I don't think I'll have enough blood rice, so I may not be able to agree to your request."

Zhang An had an impression of this person. They were tenants who had just moved into Dongli Courtyard this year.

All along, their family's supplies were purchased from Zhang An's house, except for the chicken blood rice, of course, because the landlord's family had no surplus food.

There was something in the space, but Zhang An didn't plan to take it out, because anyone could figure out what it was with just a little calculation, and it would be too eye-catching.

Their family had come to Zhang An to buy chicken blood rice several times before, but Zhang An always refused with the excuse that it was out of stock.

This time, when he heard that Zhang An had cut off the connection with Uncle Wang's house, he hurried over to ask.

It can be seen that their family really wants to buy it, but Zhang An no longer plans to sell so much.

"No, you actually used such good rice to make wine? Do you know that this is a waste of natural resources?"

When the old man heard Zhang An say that he wanted to use chicken blood rice to make wine, his eyes widened, and then he felt extremely distressed, as if Zhang An had wasted something incredible.

"No, I've made it before, and the wine is really good."

Zhang An spoke to the old man seriously. After all, he had just moved in later and didn't know the reputation of his blood rice wine.

To be honest, in the entire Dongli courtyard, only Li Mingwu's family and Chen Ze and his father knew the benefits of Zhang An's blood rice wine.

"Then how about this? You sell me some rice, and I'll use the price of the wine to buy it. I will definitely not let your family suffer a loss."

Seeing that he couldn't convince Zhang An, the old man thought of another way: using the price of wine to buy rice.

After hearing what the old man said, Zhang An was very happy. Although he wanted to agree, he knew that it was unrealistic.

"Uncle, are you sure? My wine costs 500 yuan per pound. As long as you nod, I will sell you as much as you want."

But this did not affect him from playing a joke on the old man in front of him.

"Really? Are you kidding me because I'm old?"

As expected, the old man was dumbfounded when he heard what Zhang An said.

He originally thought that it was just some white wine brewed in the mountains, so how expensive could it be? Five or eight yuan at most.

Unexpectedly, Zhang An told him that it was five hundred yuan per pound.

"If you don't believe me, just ask Uncle Li Mingwu. He has drunk our wine."

This old man's family is not ordinary, which can be seen from his usual behavior, so Zhang An doesn't mind revealing anything. Who knows, he might be a potential customer in the future.

So the old man was sent away by Zhang An.

On the other side, at Uncle Wang's house, the whole family was very silent after returning from Zhang An's house.

"Okay, go back after you finish this meal. You've always said you were busy, so just go and do your thing. Just don't disturb me and your mother."

It was only after lunch that Uncle Wang slowly spoke.

In the past, they really hoped that their son and his family could come back to visit them more often.

But after a long time, they became disappointed.

Especially after moving here, life is much more affluent than before in the city, and this idea has become less and less important.

After what happened today, he no longer had this idea.

"Your father is right. You have your own family and career. Go and take care of your own business. Don't worry about us."

Old Mrs. Chen also sighed and said.

"Dad, Mom, I'm sorry. I did something wrong before. I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance to repent. I will come back to accompany you often in the future."

Looking at the gray-haired elders in front of him, he realized that his parents, who had always been the supporters of the family, had grown old and he had really neglected them for many years.

When he thought of his father's helplessness when he spoke at Zhang An's house, he felt as if his heart was stabbed by something, with a piercing pain.

Especially when he heard his father say that he had never spent a penny of his money, he realized that he had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a son.

And by the time he had lunch, he had realized what a stupid thing he had done.

Because the meal he had with the two elders today was more delicious than any high-end restaurant he had ever eaten in.

He realized that he had caused trouble for others in the morning without knowing the truth.

"Don't worry, I'll go and apologize to him later. I didn't understand clearly and wrongly accused him."

"Alas, I've told you before that your impulsive personality is not good, but it's a pity that you just didn't listen. I hope you can really change."

Who doesn't want their children to be closer to them? It's just that they have been disappointed too many times over the years.

(End of this chapter)