Chapter 231 The Village's Most Proud Old Man

Chapter 232 The Proudest Old Man in the Village

Gong Wentao hid the hatred in his eyes and smiled faintly at his mother.

"The child was taken away by that woman, went abroad."

The village chief's wife swayed. She would never see the child again. Although she didn't know how that woman had harmed her younger son, just for making her unable to see her grandson again, she cursed that woman ten thousand times in her heart.

The village chief's wife originally wanted to scold him fiercely to vent her frustration, but seeing her younger son's pitted and scarred face, she held back.

"Forget it, wife, we can remarry. Sons can still have children. Son, don't dwell on it, okay?"

Gong Wentao smiled, but he knew in his heart that it was impossible to let it go, and it was an eternal feud.

"Don't worry, Mother. I will be fine from now on and will never let you worry again."

The village chief's wife wiped away her tears. She didn't ask for anything, only that her children would live safely. The world was too difficult now.

The village chief lit a cigarette. He had already smoked three, which he would normally be reluctant to smoke.

"Old woman, go check the kitchen, don't let them mess with the things."

"Oh my, how could I forget this?"

The village chief's wife slapped her thigh and hurried towards the kitchen.

With no one else in the room, Gong's eldest and second sons knew it was not appropriate to enter their father's room when the door was closed, so they squatted under the eaves waiting.

"Third brother, that woman can't even get Young Master Zi back?"

"I can get him back, but the situation is not good now, and I don't want to risk the brothers for a woman. In a few years, I will personally snatch the child back."

The village chief waved his hand, he didn't care about a grandson.

"That child didn't grow up by your side, and he won't be close to you in the future, so it doesn't matter if he comes back or not. But your revenge, if there's a chance, you must take it."

His most promising son could not be ruined by anyone, and he would never swallow this resentment, even in death.

Gong Wentao was stunned, and seemed to think of something with a tragic smile.

"Yes, it's better not to have that child. Father, don't worry, no one has ever hurt me and lived to tell the tale."

"Good, I am absolutely relieved with how you handle things. By the way, are you all planning to go to work later?"

Gong Wentao nodded. Arranging a job in the county was easy, but Young Master Zi did not allow them to show their faces, and they were not short of money.

"Father, your son is now enduring hardship, and he doesn't care about petty gains. From now on, you and Mother don't need to go to work anymore. Your youngest son will support you for a lifetime."

Saying that, Gong Wentao took out several stacks of money from his travel bag and handed them to his father.

"This is my filial piety to you two elders. I'll ask Young Master Zi for some coupons later, and you can spend as you please."

The village chief looked at the money in his arms. How many years had it been since he last saw so much money? After thinking for a moment, he quickly pushed the money back into his youngest son's travel bag and stood up to shout.

"Old woman, come here."

The women in the kitchen, busy with their work, had different thoughts in their hearts.

Zhang Yuan, the wife of the second son, felt even more distressed. These things, if kept for her two sons, would last them a long time.

"Mother, Er Mao and San Mao are both in school. They can't eat such good food today."

The village chief's wife had lived with her two daughters-in-law for many years, and she knew exactly what was on their minds.

"What good food haven't they eaten? The whole family is raising those two boys, are they lacking a meal? Will they die if they eat one less meal?"

Speaking of raising the second son's two boys, the eldest daughter-in-law also felt unhappy. Her son and daughter both earned wages and contributed living expenses to the family every month. Now, only the second son's family earned the least, yet they took advantage of everything and still complained.

"Sister-in-law, Er Mao and San Mao are the sturdiest in the whole village. If they get any fatter, they won't be able to walk."

Zhang Yuan glared at her sister-in-law. This woman was watching her too closely every day, afraid she would take advantage.

The village chief's wife paid no attention to the silent quarrel between her two daughters-in-law. She was old, and the money her youngest son sent back every month was more than she and her husband could spend. She was not afraid of not being taken care of in her old age.

The village chief's wife heard her husband calling her, so she quickly wiped her hands and walked out, not forgetting to instruct her two daughters-in-law.

"Use all the things today, and I'll skin you if I catch you hiding any!"

Fan Wenli didn't care at all, because she knew her mother-in-law wasn't talking about her.

"Got it, Mother. I'll cook myself later."

Gong's eldest and second sons saw their mother coming and quickly stepped forward.

"Mother, when can we go in and talk to little brother?"

"Talk about what? Your father is talking about important matters with your little brother. Wait outside."

Gong's eldest and second sons could only squat aggrievedly, knowing that as soon as their little brother returned, they wouldn't have a chance to speak.

He Weimin, who was even more insignificant, could only stay in the yard chopping wood. He didn't even have the chance to squat.

The village chief's wife entered the house and closed the door. Before she could speak, several stacks of money were placed in her arms.

"Why is there so much money?"

"Your youngest son's pocket money for us."

The village chief's tone was clearly proud. Which family's child was as capable as his youngest son, taking money in stacks.

The village chief's wife didn't seem happy. Instead, she threw the money on the table, hugged her youngest son, and started crying again.

"This is all my youngest son's hard-earned money. It pains me to spend it."

After crying for a while, the village chief's wife immediately hugged the money to her chest.

"No, I can't use my youngest son's blood money to support those useless things. Old man, we should separate, and we won't look after anyone."

The village chief was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood his wife's intention and agreed without hesitation.

"Separate. We'll take this money and live our lives well, and not bother with anyone anymore."

"Pah! I still need to find a wife for my youngest son and take care of my grandson."

Gong Wentao watched and smiled. He hadn't been home for more than ten years, and he had no idea what the situation at home was like, nor what his brothers' wives looked like. But it didn't prevent him from letting his parents decide, as long as they were happy.

"Mother, when this money runs out, we'll have more. You'll never run out."

"Really? Son, do you earn that much by following that Young Master Zi?"

Gong Wentao smiled mysteriously. He earned money, a lot of money, much more than when he was a soldier.

"Good, my youngest son is promising. From now on, Mother will eat and drink well every day and will no longer bother with those useless brats' affairs."

The village chief's wife immediately prepared to hide the money, but felt that nowhere was safe, so she handed it back to her youngest son.

"Son, this money can't be kept at home. I'm afraid it will be completely consumed by the wild rats and the domesticated ones. You keep it for Mother for now, and I'll deposit it in the bank later."

Gong Wentao helplessly took the money again. He took out a tin box from his travel bag, poured out all the biscuits onto oil paper, placed the money inside, and handed it to his mother.

"Here, rats can't bite this."