After returning to the old village and walking into the mountains for a few minutes, Old Mrs. Tan came to the place where she discovered Liu Qingshan yesterday.

She stood on the narrow and steep mountain road, used a hoe to push away the branches outside the mountain road, and looked straight down.

She first saw the stairs that had not been shined by the sun, then saw the shimmering streams and a newly reclaimed path on the stairs.

Looking up the path, I saw Liu Qingshan's figure all at once.

The little bastard was cutting down the wild trees in the small wood forest next to the ladder. Seeing that he was like this, he was afraid he wanted to expand the area of ​​the ladder and have a lot of things to do.

Damn it, why should the mountains I planted be taken away by others? No one can dominate my mountains! Unless I die!

When she thought of this, Old Mrs. Tan's anger ignited instantly. She took a deep breath, put her waist on her back and screamed strangely at Liu Qingshan below.

Liu Qingshan was working, and suddenly heard a string of erratic words that were both sharp and unpleasant, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

He had already made it before going to work in the morning before he could meet Mrs. Tan again, and was ready to be scolded by Mrs. Tan, but what he didn't expect was that Mrs. Tan, who was seventy and eighty, was so strong that all kinds of dirty words that even my mother had never said were as ordinary as ordinary people spitting out of her mouth.

"Liu Qingshan, are you eating shit? Are your ears swollen by dogs? You can't understand human words, right?"

Listen, is this human word?

Normal people eat rice and shit, but she scolds Liu Qingshan for eating shit. She also said that Liu Qingshan’s ears were swollen by the dog. This scolding was like a poetry competition, innovative and shocking.

If it weren't for the divine power protecting the body, Liu Qingshan's "Samadhi True Fire" might have been sprayed out of his mouth and burned the old lady Tan into jerky meat.

Who can't curse? But is this necessary?

Just like what my mother said, Old Lady Tan is so old that she can't live for a few years. If she wants to scold her, she can just let her scold her.

Anyway, she ignores her, she is just singing a one-man show. If you reply to her a few words and just give her the person who tells her the lines, maybe she will scold her happier.

Well, I, a young man in my twenties, don't bother to argue with you, a half-filled old woman.

Liu Qingshan was also open-minded. After looking at Old Lady Tan, he didn't say anything and continued to do his own work.

Old Mrs. Tan stood on the mountain road and cursed, pointing fingers and scolding for about half an hour. She became dry and short of breath. Then she remembered that she had to dig yam.

"A bastard like you will fall to death sooner or later." After leaving the last harsh words, Old Mrs. Tan finally left.

It’s not that she lost her words, but that she was very confident that Liu Qingshan couldn’t take away this place anyway. But if the yam in the mountains was not dug quickly, it would be dug by others.

Although the family is a low-income household, the government has a subsidy of about 200 yuan every month.

But to be honest, that little money is enough for her to get an injection every month.

Because I work all year round, my body seems to be strong, but occasionally I get overworked and I have to go to the hospital to get some glucose to maintain my body.

If she is not hospitalized, these medical expenses cannot be reimbursed. So, that two hundred yuan is enough for her to get an injection.

Alas, this is how the life of the poor is. While spending money to get injections to prosper, they also have to consume their bodies to work hard labor to maintain their family life.

You said she is seventy-eighty. If she was in the city at this age, she would have enjoyed happiness for many years. But she couldn't do it. Not only did she have to go to the mountains to work, but she also had to manage the field crops at home. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, unless it rained heavily and the thunder roared, she would have to grit her teeth and work even if it rained moderately.

Of course, it's okay not to do it.

However, if you don’t work, you may not even have vegetables at home, let alone save money to get married for your son.

You said that this person has lived for a hundred years. Some people are afraid that they will be lonely and helpless when they get old, but some people dare not think of such a good thing. How good is it to be lonely and helpless. If you eat one person, your whole family will not be hungry.

Old Mrs. Tan dared not even think about such a good thing. She had to take care of the old man who was in a depressed state, but also had to worry about the youngest son who had been bachelor for more than 40 years. She had to worry about all kinds of things in this family. How could she dare to imagine a lonely and helpless relaxed life?

All she could think about was to live a few more years and work a few more years. Even if it was harder, it didn't matter. As long as she could worry about her younger son for a few more years, make his life easier and she could have a good life in the future, then she would be satisfied.

Alas, but how many years can she live? No one knows this. Only the King of Hell in the field knows it.

So, she had to hurry up and dig yam. Dig a little more yam and sell it for a little more. If she sells it for more, she could save it for her son to get married and buy new clothes for her great-grandchildren.

Although she didn't have much effort, she probably could dig seven or eight kilograms of yam a day.

Although there are not many 700 jin of yam, if you sell it for money, it will cost 70 or 80 yuan.

However, things didn't go as expected.

I don’t know why, but Old Mrs. Tan felt that she was a little dazzled this day and she looked weak all over.

I don’t know if my blood sugar is low or what’s going on. Not only did I lose strength to dig yam, but my legs and feet were a little weak.

Realizing that something was wrong today, Old Mrs. Tan quickly packed up the two or three kilograms of yam that had just been dug out from the ground, carried the hoe, and walked home.

But just halfway through the way, my knees suddenly became weak and my center of gravity suddenly lost...

"Ah!" Old Mrs. Tan screamed in horror, and her thin body rolled directly from the steep mountain road to the lower head, like a piece of wood, without a moment of stopping.

She lay on her back in the middle of the road, looking at the distant sky and the dazzling and blurry sun, muffled and moaned a few times.

Just so happens, this place is only separated from the small wood forest by a stream and another shrub forest.

Therefore, Liu Qingshan heard the first scream of Old Mrs. Tan and the subsequent moan of pain.

"It's strange." Liu Qingshan stopped the work in his hand, stood up straight, and couldn't help but mutter, "Who is calling?"

Driven by curiosity, Liu Qingshan put down the hatchet, stepped across the stream, and approached with increasingly clearer lamentations.

The closer he got, the more frowned his brows became.

Because the sound sounds too much like the voice of Mrs. Tan. If he walked over, would he be scolded by Mrs. Tan again?

Liu Qingshan stopped in the middle of the bushes. When he was about to turn his head back, Old Mrs. Tan's voice came again: "Oh, it hurts so much, oh, this is a roadblock that kills me, it makes me fall a lot. Oh, my leg, oh, oh."

Hearing these clear lamentations, Liu Qingshan guessed that. I guess Mrs. Tan was tripped and fell by a stone blocking the road.

He frowned, not feeling relieved at all, let alone gloat or something.

Although he is not a saint, he will not have the mentality of gloating when others encounter difficulties.

I remember when my grandfather was alive, he fought with people for the water in the field. Later, the man went into the mountain and was bitten by a snake. His family came to the house to find his grandfather. Without saying a word, he took the herbs and went to save people.

After returning, he asked his grandfather: "That man had fought with you, why did you still save him?"

At that time, the grandfather and grandson sat in the yard with their backs facing the sunset. The grandfather touched his little head with kind face and said, "Qingshan, no matter when it is, never be indifferent to other people's misfortunes and sufferings. Because one person's misfortune is the misfortune of everyone."

During the avalanche, no snowflake is innocent. If everyone is indifferent and selfish, then the world will one day become purgatory.

Liu Qingshan may not be a good person, he will sow discord with his parents and quarrel with the old lady in his seventies and eighties. However, he knew that when others suffer or suffer misfortune, he must stretch out his hand.
Chapter completed!