Zhao Bin may be in charge, or this incident may have really stimulated the nerves of their old Zhao family.

Originally just describing what happened, he actually expressed a little bit of his personal emotions.

"Dean Du, you don't know. Zhao Qiang's mother is almost sixty, and her son has been divorced. And now, she is still serving as the daughter-in-law of her daughter's father-in-law and serving her son-in-law.

Her grandparents, but she doesn’t care about her biological son at all. Do you think this is something a human being can do?"

Du Heng was not swayed by Zhao Bin's words. Instead, he heard something different from it, "You said Zhao Qiang was married? Does he have children?"

Hearing Du Heng's question, Zhao Bin shook his head helplessly and said speechlessly, "This is still a strange thing. Did you know that the person Zhao Qiang married was married to Zhao Qiang three months after his mother married him?

Introduced by a divorced woman with a three-year-old boy, she became a door-to-door son-in-law and stepped in. But Zhao Qiang was only twenty-three years old at the time. I really don’t understand their family.

About half a year later, something happened to Zhao Qiang, and his skull was gone. Then he was driven back by the woman, and two months later, the woman remarried her ex-husband."

Du Heng felt that his three views and cognition were all shattered, and the pieces were all over the floor. It is estimated that today's bloody TV dramas would not dare to have such an unexpected plot.

Half a year after her father died, the girl introduced her mother to her father-in-law. When her mother got married, she also married her own son.

As the old saying goes, if the father is stupid, the whole family is stupid. If the mother is stupid, the whole family is stupid.

Du Heng didn't believe it before, but after hearing this today, he had no choice but to believe it.

Just when Du Heng wanted to say something, the sound of the aluminum alloy door being opened sounded behind them.

The two of them looked back, and saw that the door of the room behind them was opened, and a young man who didn't know how to describe came out.

The dry and lusterless hair is in clumps, a bit long, and even reaches the shoulders.

It’s okay to have blurry eyes. I don’t know if it’s because the hair on my face is heavier or because I haven’t washed my face for a long time, so it looks a little dark.

The overall feeling is that it is dirty, not only visually, but also spiritually.

Wang Shiyuan, like him, is also an extremely poor household and is a target of poverty alleviation.

But Wang Shiyuan's feeling is that he is really poor and has no money.

But this man gave Du Heng the feeling that he was not only poor, but also poor.

That is not a state that comes from a lack of money, but a powerlessness that comes directly from the spirit and psychology.

When we speak today, we always use poverty together.

But when I see Zhao Qiang now, compare it with Wang Shiyuan before.

According to Du Hengjue, poverty and poverty are completely different things.

Poverty is simply a lack of money. Poverty is a lack of labor force.

Taken together, poverty, Du Heng feels that in addition to describing the material level, this word should also describe the spiritual level.

Zhao Bin also heard the sound, turned around and saw Zhao Qiang going out, his brows furrowed deeply.

With a hint of disgust and a hint of anger, "Zhao Qiang, are you at home?"

Zhao Qiang, who opened the door and came out, looked at Du Heng and Zhao Bin with an extremely indifferent and absent look, and said in an extremely lazy tone, "I'm at home."

"Didn't you hear me knocking on the door?"

"I heard it."

"Then you won't come out? Why don't you say something angry?" Zhao Bin felt like he was going to explode with anger.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Qiang, still looking lazy, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I am doing cross stitch."

"I...you..." Zhao Bin was a little incoherent and couldn't find the right words to say.

Du Heng felt that if he hadn't been in front of him, Zhao Bin might have greeted Zhao Qiang's eighteen generations of ancestors, although that might also have greeted his own ancestors. But judging from Zhao Bin's state, if he didn't greet him like this, he probably wouldn't be able to express his mood at this time.

Zhao Bin was very unhappy, and so was Du Heng. He even had the urge to turn around and leave.

Excellent!

However, thinking about his identity and the purpose of his visit today, Du Heng still tried hard to suppress his emotions and try his best to face the target of his poverty alleviation with a peaceful attitude.

"Zhao Qiang, right? My name is Du Heng, and I am from the rural poverty alleviation working group. I came here this time just to have a chat with you and see if there is any way I can help you."

Zhao Qiang put his hands in his pockets, grinned upward at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were blurred, his chin was slightly raised, and then he slowly walked towards Du Heng.

Du Heng couldn't describe that kind of expression.

There seems to be disdain, impatience, ridicule, etc. It is very complicated and cannot be explained clearly, but people who look at it can feel a breath of energy rising from the soles of their feet to the sky.

When Zhao Qiang came to his side, Du Heng could see Zhao Qiang's situation clearly through half the earth wall.

He is really dirty, especially his hair. It's not the greasy feeling that comes from not washing it for a long time, but the rough and dull feeling after the hair oil is mixed with dust and dirt.

But what caught Du Heng's attention the most was the sunken right side of Zhao Qiang's head.

And as Zhao Qiang breathes, the sunken areas actually rise and fall, as if those brains can breathe.

The face is shiny and shiny, and there is a mixture of exfoliated cuticles and fine dust particles, but the color of the face can still be seen. But from the chin down, there are also leaking arms... it is indescribable.

None of this was important, and it wasn't what Du Heng paid attention to. He actually saw swelling on Zhao Qiang's face.

Are there complications?

"Does the government want to give me money for surgery?" Zhao Qiang, who came closer, asked Du Heng directly, with a matter-of-fact expression.

Du Heng did not answer, but asked, "Do you know how much it will cost to repair the skull?"

"I know, it's almost 150,000."

"With so much money, why do you think the government should give it to you?"

Zhao Qiang grinned again, with an expression that said he had known this before, "If you don't pay me, what are you doing?"

Du Heng suddenly lost all other emotions and just felt funny.

I am just here to help him. If he is willing to accept help and has the desire to change his current life, Du Heng will not mind spending more time to help him. If this is the case, he himself is not anxious. What should he, an outsider, have to be anxious about?

.

To be honest, if I turn around and leave now, my conscience is completely okay, without the slightest burden.

The sudden realization put a smile on Du Heng's face, "Zhao Qiang, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Just ask."

"The old house in the yard collapsed, why didn't you clean it up?"

Zhao Qiang looked back and said, "I want to clean it up, but when I work for a little bit, especially when I lower my head, my head hurts so much that I can't stand it. I'm also dizzy and the world is spinning."
Chapter completed!