sbdcsierra Chapter 895 Old Zhang is still not dead?
Chapter 895 Old Zhang is still not dead?
To distract him, Fu Huaiyi called his old friend and arranged for him to go have tea with some old men.
The house is finally quiet.
"Old Fu, you've got it all now. Your descendants are all doing well, and your great-grandchildren are growing up. Unlike me, my grandson is only two years younger than your Fu Huaiyi, and he's still hanging out in dance halls every day."
"Then why don't you introduce him to a girlfriend? Once he has a girlfriend, he can keep an eye on things."
"Did I say he didn't have a girlfriend? He has plenty of girlfriends, he changes three every year."
Mr. Fu: "..."
"Then he's a scoundrel. Dating without the intention of marriage is scoundrel behavior, a crime of scoundrel. Call the police and have him arrested."
The old man across from me: "..." I shouldn't have chatted with you.
"I'm not drinking anymore. Don't ask me to drink tea again. I don't have time."
The ship of friendship capsized so easily.
Grandpa Fu sneered, "Look at this! Getting angry out of embarrassment. You can't even say a word about your precious grandson, he deserves to be a hooligan."
After returning home, the old man called Fu Huaiyi over and asked him to help him make an appointment with Old Chen the next day.
“I still have common topics with Lao Chen, we get along well, and I don’t have to travel so far, he can just come to his grandson’s house.”
His three great-grandchildren had all gone to school, so they set their sights on the two children in the Chen family.
Moreover, humans are creatures that... always like to think about what they don't have that others have.
Seeing that Old Chen's family next door had a son and a daughter, he grumbled and complained that the policy was bad, otherwise he would have made sure that Fu Huaiyi and his wife had another granddaughter.
Time flies when the kids go back to school, and winter is here again in the blink of an eye.
Fang Qing and Yang Guangzong watched as Old Zhang, lying on the bed, enthusiastically showed off his braised pork and fell into deep thought.
The two exchanged a glance and left together.
"Didn't you say before that he only had a few months to live? Why is he still alive and well after more than a year?"
Yang Guangzong gritted his teeth in anger, "I'm puzzled too, that's what the doctor said back then."
"Could it be a problem with the medication? Is he only able to live this long because he's taking medication?"
"The medicine will definitely have some effect, but it probably won't be very effective. After all, how good can free medicine be?"
"That is how the matter?"
“The doctor told him last time that keeping a good mood would help control his condition. Could it be that we’ve been too good to him, which is why he’s been able to live so long?”
Fang Qing: "..."
“Look at you, making him so much good food every day. If he eats even one more bite, we’ll have to give him less in the future, or not give him too much good food.”
"It wasn't that I wanted to buy it; he specified what I wanted to buy. He gave me the money and told me to go buy it, so how could I refuse?"
That's right.
If he were alone, that would be fine, but now he's reconnected with his older brothers and sisters.
Leaving aside those from other places, the key is that older sister from the city, who comes to see him at least twice a month.
Even if she doesn't come herself, her children and grandchildren should at least come and see her.
If they treat Lao Zhang badly, Lao Zhang will complain.
Will they still be able to inherit Old Zhang's estate then?
If he withdraws it, wouldn't all the time they've spent serving him have been for nothing?
"Damn it, you old bastard, you even put it on me."
Fang Qing frowned and said, "What should we do? He eats so much, he probably won't die anytime soon. What if he lingers for another three to five years..."
No, we can't drag this out for three or five years. Jiang Ting is still waiting for her.
"Yang Guangzong, think of a way to make him die sooner."
"Why should I let him die sooner? If he doesn't die, am I supposed to strangle him?"
"Why not? You can do it to him while he's asleep at night, and I won't say a word."
"Get lost." Yang Guangzong said irritably, "Do you think I'm stupid? Is suffocation the same as dying from illness? Why don't you go and strangle him?"
Fang Qing: "..."
"I'm a woman, I don't have that kind of courage."
"You don't have the guts. Do you think I'm stupid? Fang Qing, I've never seen such a vicious woman as you."
Yang Guangzong grumbled and walked away in a huff.
Just then, the postman came over and said he had mail for him.
Yang Guangzong received the letter, opened it, and read that it was written by his parents and delivered to him through a third party.
His parents started pressuring him again, urging him to go back and go on blind dates.
Yang Guangzong rubbed his temples, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
Last year he told his parents that he was making a lot of money outside and would be back in six months at most.
Now, more than a year has passed, and he still hasn't found a way to make a lot of money. He doesn't know how to tell his parents.
That old geezer Zhang, isn't he in the late stages of cancer? Isn't he bedridden? Why isn't he dead yet?
Just as I was thinking this, I heard Old Zhang's voice coming from inside the house again.
"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang..."
Yang Guangzong was exasperated; they were yelling again, damn it.
I don't know if I need to pee or poop.
He composed himself before entering the house.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"I'm full. Have Fang Qing come in and clear away the dishes. Also, bring me the wheelchair my older brother sent. It's not good for my health to sleep right after eating. Please take me out for a walk."
Yang Guangzong: "..."
Damn it, is there any difference between lying in a wheelchair and lying in a bed?
You've eaten too much, and you want me to take you out for a walk? Who's actually taking you out for a walk?
Even though Yang Guangzong was unwilling, he still did as he was told.
Ever since he learned that he could inherit Lao Zhang's property, he had been paying close attention to the demolition and relocation.
The estimated compensation for the demolition is 200,000 yuan, which was the price two years ago.
A few days ago, he inquired about it and found out that Old Zhang's land wouldn't be less than 200,000; it would cost at least 300,000.
In the countryside, if he had 300,000 yuan, would he still need to work? He could buy a beautiful 20-year-old woman to serve him every day, and he wouldn't spend 300,000 yuan even if he just lay around eating.
Moreover, this is just the recent price. If the demolition is delayed for another two years, the house price may even increase.
Just thinking about it makes me happy.
Whenever Yang Guangzong got impatient serving Old Zhang, he would have a sweet dream.
Without these beautiful dreams, he wouldn't have been able to persevere.
He would push Old Zhang out for a walk, and when they ran into neighbors, he would greet them with a smile.
The neighbors would also say that his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson are filial.
The words were clearly meant to be sarcastic, but Old Zhang seemed oblivious, and was overjoyed to hear them.
Seeing his happy expression, Yang Guangzong felt even more like he was going to die.
After observing for several days, Yang Guangzong came to a conclusion.
"He's been able to live so long because he's in a good mood. He used to be all alone, but now he has children and grandchildren, and his older siblings come to visit him. How could he not be in a good mood?"
"Then what should we do? We can't cut ties with him, we can't stop his third sister from visiting him, and we can't deliberately upset him. How can we make him feel bad?"
This is too difficult. Old Zhang is sick, not stupid. Trying to ruin his mood will definitely not work.
The two discussed it for a long time but couldn't come to a conclusion.
As the weather got colder, Lao Zhang asked Fang Qing to buy some charcoal to make a fire.