my father.

My family is full of disasters, ten people crowded in three tiled houses, this home that is so poor that there is no place to sleep well, this big family that several generations of us have been worried about together... He will change in this life.

In this life, Old Man Zhang should not be sluggish. He should use his vision and pattern to point out the new direction of life for these siblings who are suffering.

Let the father see that he is a mountain, not his son whom he will protect throughout his life.

Generation is as strong as another generation, and the father does everything. How can the children grow and show their performance? Even though Zhang Gaoxing comes to wash away the lead, he can still feel his blood suppression on himself.

This poor family is now.

Full of joy and "resentment".

Zhang Gaoxing also bought things for his parents and grandfather, and everyone has them.

Everyone is naturally happy that they have something, but the elders are particularly worried about money and say that they don’t need to buy those things for them by wasting money.

This is naturally a "resentment".

Zhang Gaoxing was also happy when he was complained.

Bring happiness to your family in time.

Looking at the dilapidated home, buying something is as rare as the New Year's Eve. This living conditions deeply hurt the current Old Man Zhang. This dilapidated three-room tile house will not be a problem for the future change, but the task is currently arduous. Even if he does a tea and egg business, he will earn 100 yuan. This money is still far from changing the living environment of the whole family.

Facing the current "big master" at home.

Zhang Gaoxing walked forward.

"Dad, I have to go back to the town to have something to do. While it's still not dark, this is my salary last month."

Zhang Gaoxing took out twenty yuan. He used to do this and would buy some gadgets. This time he acted the same way and didn't want his parents to know that he was doing the tea egg hawker business.

Now they just hope that they will work well in the Wooden Factory in Pengbu Town and be their own worker, that is their best son, the pride of their family, the first worker, Zhang Yinguisheng's good son. If they hear what tea eggs he makes, they will probably smash his burden the next day.

The wrestling with his father cannot rely on words, because words are useless. If you say I am you, what else can I do to you? No matter how true the words are, even if they are you, they will bow their heads halfway in front of him.

The martial arts of blood suppression are too lethal, it is simply a geometric crushing move.

So in Zhang Gaoxing's opinion, the weapon against his father is not verbal, but what really touches his father is the result!

He was so angry that he was so angry that he could not persuade his father to change his way. After middle-aged and old age, he became his grandfather himself. The words of his children and grandchildren to him were also bullshit. Only whoever did what he had had results and achieved results would he be truly satisfied.

Although he finally realized that the family process was the best, but it was too late. But now he wanted to convince his old man to weave his own life, but it would be useless to make it impossible for you to convince him.

Many people have no beginning because of their parents' obstacles. How can there be a result? This should be because many people are nervous but unable to solve the problem. The father and son are apologized by their son and thanked by their father. Because there is no result, they may never be able to let go.

Because the son failed to prove it, the father did not see the reason to convince him.

This is how regrets are often born.

"Da Sun, are you going back in such a hurry? Didn't you stay at home for one night before and then go there in the morning?"

Grandpa Zhang was reluctant to leave, and he was so happy that the dry tobacco he bought for himself. He came back half a month late, so he had to make it himself, and it didn't taste that way at all.

So, when he first came back, he felt a little complaining, but now he was more reluctant to leave. He hadn't been back for a while, so why were he leaving?

"Da Sun, it's almost dark now, it's already late. You haven't even eaten your meal yet, how can grandma feel sad?"

Grandma Zhang also tried to keep it.

"Grandpa, grandma, I really have something to do in Pengbu Town Woodenware Factory this time," said Zhang Gaoxing.

"If he has something to do, don't keep him. Go back quickly and don't be too slow." Zhang Yingui said.

I originally didn't want to let myself walk at night and care about myself, but Zhang Gaoxing didn't like that smell when Zhang Yingui said that.

It was the momentum that wanted to suppress myself again.

Bloodline suppression trick.

Zhang Gaoxing used to use those tricks on his grandson, but his grandson didn't eat that at all. Why did he eat so much as his father when he was a child!

It is not easy to scold him for being unworthy of his descendants now. He is his son. He has no tricks at all. He can't learn the slippery nature of his grandson. That generation of people is mostly honest. Moreover, because of his childhood suppression, he was very tolerant of his children and grandchildren. Otherwise, he would not have become an old child. After living for 19 years, he had a good mentality. In the past, the doctor said that after the disease broke out, he was actually at most fifty years old, but he didn't expect to live to be sixty-nine, a normal person.

Now, facing the blood suppression of his father again, OK, Old Man Zhang can only think in his heart, let the old man use his ultimate move after a while, and when he uses his strength to build a tall and large yellow brick house for this family, he honestly gives up his identity as the decision-maker of "Master of the Big One" to me. Old Man Zhang is more salt than Old Man Zhang Yingui.

"Gaixed, mom keeps you too. While it's not completely dark, you should ride your bike slowly, son."

"Yeah."

Zhang Gaoxing stepped onto the 28th National Congress to carry a bicycle. The whole family could walk out and delivered it to the door. The old man Zhang Yingui was no exception, but behind the whole family was Zhang's mother, Grandpa Zhang, Grandma Zhang and his brothers and sisters.

"Brother, next time I buy the villain book "Journey to the West" for me."

The second brother said.

"No problem, if I still remember your brother."

"Brother, I want big candy."

The fifth sister said with a gaze.

"Brother must remember."

"Brother, I want Tang Monk's flesh."

The fourth brother said.

"Brother, I want a skirt, our class..."

"You bastards, you think that the money is blowing from the wind. You want this and what you want. You little things, you all know that you want it. You want it and eat it. You want to eat it. Shut up."

Zhang Yingui suddenly showed his power, scaring his brothers and sisters so much that no one dared to speak.

The younger brother and sister were no longer chattering, and they suddenly became quiet.

...

"Big Sun, Da Sun, ride your bike slowly."

"Son, it's going to be dark on the road, be careful."

Mother Zhang waved.

...

The reason why Zhang Gaoxing rushed back to Pengbu Town to build a wooden factory was that he wanted to make tea eggs at night. He was too poor and he didn't want to waste a day making money. Especially when he knew that there were competitors of imitators that soon, he could not stop for a moment.

My butt hurts even when I sit down.

I can't wait to make money by tea eggs.

The old money-lovers ran away and couldn't force them. This family is too poor now, and they are waiting for him to change.
Chapter completed!