sinovels Chapter 107 Yang Mu Borrows Money
Chapter 107 Yang Mu Borrows Money
Chapter 107 Yang Mu Borrows Money
Zhou Rui frowned. This old codger, still clinging to the old ways of the past?
It wasn't that Zhou Yong'an didn't hear it, but rather that, apart from Zhou Rui, the whole family was in the backyard.
At this moment, Zhou Shiwei, who had heard the commotion, put down what he was doing and came out, followed by Yang Laidi and Zhou Shijie, and then Zhou Yong'an.
They were talking about the tea plantation contract they had signed yesterday and Zhou Shiping's marital problems.
Hearing the screams outside, everyone came out.
Yang Laidi's face was the most unpleasant. How could she not recognize the owner of the voice? There was no one else but Yang Mu, the one who terrified her.
However, this time Zhou Shijie had his arm around Yang Laidi's waist, which calmed her down a little, but her body was still visibly trembling.
That was fear.
Yang Laidi was terrified of this grandfather. She had heard from her older sister that she herself had almost been abandoned.
The reason for her fear was simple: the way her grandfather had treated her sisters since they were young was very simple.
If they disobeyed even slightly, they would be beaten and scolded, or they would be denied food and forced to do heavy labor.
Because she did a lot of heavy work when she was young, Yang Laidi's health was not good.
In addition, before her parents died, they frequently beat and verbally abused her, often saying things like, "You're a good-for-nothing," "Why don't you just die?" or "If you died, it would be better if a younger brother were born instead."
Such vicious words came from the old man outside the door and his deceased son.
When they came in from the backyard, Zhou Rui was already standing by the door.
"Grandpa, you've come. Come in. Grandpa is in the backyard. Please don't call him deaf."
Zhou Rui's face was gloomy. In his previous life, he had not had much contact with his second aunt's family. He had prepared himself mentally and expected that they would not be easy to talk to.
To his utter surprise, the old man was still so rude when he came to borrow money.
Does he really think he's a prince?
Zhou Rui didn't indulge him and spoke to Yang Mu in a fairly polite tone.
Unexpectedly, when Yang Mu saw Zhou Rui, he looked him up and down, then snorted coldly, still maintaining his arrogant demeanor.
"You must be Zhou Rui. You do have a handsome face, but I'm talking to your grandfather. It's not your place to interrupt."
Zhou Rui suppressed the urge to slap him twice. He was about to continue speaking when Zhou Shiwei pulled him behind him and led the way.
Even so, after Zhou Shiwei spoke a few words in a polite manner, the other party remained aggressive and insisted on seeing Zhou Yong'an. After a few unsuccessful exchanges, a voice came from behind.
"Grandpa, it's an honor to have you here. Why don't you come in and sit down?"
It was Zhou Yong'an. He stood upright, his expression unreadable, neither happy nor angry. He simply greeted the old man outside the door.
People usually call him "Old Man," but now it's his turn to call others "Old Man."
Upon hearing Zhou Yong'an's voice, the seventy-something-year-old man straightened his clothes and entered the house.
Standing to the side, Zhou Rui stared coldly at Yang Mu.
He was puzzled; this old man had outlived his son, yet he himself was still able to move around even in his seventies or eighties.
Not only is it mobile, but it also has a loud voice.
At the same time, Zhou Rui also noticed another person, the man who walked behind Yang Mu.
The other person had an arrogant expression, and it was unclear where his arrogance came from. His nostrils were practically pointing to the sky, and he looked down on everyone.
As he looked around, a mocking smile playing on his lips, he also caught Zhou Rui's gaze.
His gaze was cold and indifferent, like a venomous snake staring intently at him.
The man shuddered; a chill ran down his spine from the young man who was a few years younger than him.
He leaned slightly closer to the old man in front of him, no longer daring to meet Zhou Rui's gaze.
Everyone walked inside, with Zhou Rui at the back, still staring at the figures of the old man and the child.
He already had a solution in mind, but it wasn't ready to be used yet; he had to wait a while.
The group sat down in the living room. The Zhou family didn't have sofas, only woven bamboo chairs and straw stools.
Yang Mu sat in the head seat as if he were in his own home.
The Zhou family generally doesn't distinguish between primary and secondary matters, so they didn't take this matter to heart.
Besides, he is indeed an elder to everyone.
After everyone was seated, Zhou Shiwei, though reluctant, still treated his guests with hospitality, serving them melon seeds and tea.
At this moment, Zeng Jiamei said with a smile, "Grandpa Yang, sit for a while and we'll eat soon. You must be Yang Bao, you're so big now."
Her tone was normal, and no one could find fault with it.
Yang Mu nodded, but instead of speaking to Zeng Jiamei, he started chatting with Zhou Yong'an.
Zhou Rui sat quietly to the side and listened.
Yang Mu's words were full of lecturing, making people frown. His point was that he was old, so why did it take so long to pick him up?
Yang Laidi nestled in Zhou Shijie's arms like a frightened quail, but it was this action that provoked the old man to retaliate.
"Yang Laidi! What kind of behavior is this? Disrespecting your wife in public!"
His hoarse shout really startled everyone.
Zhou Yong'an's usually expressionless face suddenly furrowed, and he stood up to protect Yang Laidi and Zhou Shijie, giving them two meaningful glances to signal them to leave quickly.
Zhou Shijie was about to step forward to argue, but Zhou Shiwei grabbed him and then looked at Yang Laidi, who was frightened and had tears in her eyes.
Zhou Shijie clenched his fists, but under Zhou Shiwei's intervention, he did not act impulsively. He glared at Yang Mu, then turned and led his wife back to their room.
"Old man, why make things difficult for the child?"
Zhou Yong'an is fiercely protective of his own and cannot bear to see his younger relatives being bullied. Over the years, Yang Laidi has worked hard and dutifully at home, and he, as an elder, likes her very much.
The Zhou family did not have any concept of male superiority over females. In Zhou Yong'an's mind, his daughter-in-law was just like his own daughter.
When Yang Mu saw that Zhou Yong'an dared to protect him, he immediately said in a deep voice as if his authority had been challenged, "Zhou Yong'an, I'm just disciplining my child. This is a family matter."
"And what was that look in your child's eyes just now? No respect for elders at all. Yang Laidi has definitely been spoiled by you all."
The atmosphere became a bit tense. Zhou Yong'an was already in his forties, yet he was still rebuffed.
Zhou Shiwei's face also darkened.
However, Zhou Yong'an did not react, but simply said, "Laidi is also a member of my family, Grandpa Yang, you can talk to me if there is anything."
"Also, Mr. Yang, what brings you to my humble abode?"
Zhou Yong'an didn't want to waste any more words and went straight to the point. He had experienced firsthand how formidable the father and son were when Yang Laidi had just married into the family.
Now he just wants to get rid of this plague god. If things get too tense, his reputation in the village might suffer.
Zhou Rui watched the whole thing coldly from the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity.