Entering the hut, He Daqing subconsciously covered his nose.

The smell of chicken shit next to it is so unpleasant!

White Widow has not seen or spoken to him for almost a month.

When he went to the main house, there was only one thing, and that was that when he got his monthly salary, he had to give it to the White Widow.

Other times, if he went to the main room without permission, he would be scolded loudly and unceremoniously by the White Widow's sons.

Lying in the hut that smelled like chicken shit, He Daqing felt regretful in his heart. He definitely felt a little regretful.

But if he said what he wanted to do most now, he felt it was best to be with the White Widow.

The White Widow once complained to him, saying that she had no choice but that none of her four sons were obedient and filial.

The four sons all hated their mother for finding their stepfather.

In fact, the four sons are all good and affectionate children, but they just didn't figure it out for a while; when they figure it out, they will definitely be filial to Widow Bai and He Daqing.

At that time, He Daqing's good days will come.

The White Widow once expressed that she would suffer with him and live in a small dark room together.

He Daqing rejected the White Widow's idea.

He is her husband, so of course he has to take responsibility. He just has to suffer a little bit, and this bit of hardship is nothing!

Besides, sincerity makes a difference. As long as these children change their minds, He Daqing believes that one day he will live a good life with something to support him.

Of course, He Daqing was not completely dead-set, just waiting for the White Widow's four sons to change their minds.

He would still keep ten yuan from his monthly salary in private.

Five dollars, mail it back to Sijiucheng, and give it to your stupid son and little daughter.

Maybe, they both have nothing to do now... I don't know if they are married or not.

For the other five yuan, He Daqing had to secretly buy something to fill his stomach. Otherwise, he would have nothing to eat in the morning and evening, and he would be very hungry.

In the dark cabin, I don't know how much time passed, He Daqing was half asleep and half awake amidst the smell of chicken manure and the muffled cries of chickens, and was about to fall asleep.

With a "crash", the small door was opened.

Before He Daqing could figure out what was going on, he was pulled out of bed and outside the small dark room. A cold night air hit him, and He Daqing opened his mouth and sneezed.

"Ha-Qiu!"

The person opposite patted his clothes in dissatisfaction: "What a damn old man!"

"What are you doing!"

Another person took out He Daqing's clothes and threw them to He Daqing: "Take it! Put it on!"

He Daqing was like a prisoner about to be transferred. He was at a loss. He looked at his two strong "sons", stretched out his hands to put on his clothes, and a note fell out.

The man who threw the clothes was suddenly stunned and laughed ferociously: "Okay, you damn old man, he can also hide money in private!"

He Daqing secretly complained that although the White Widow's sons "mean well", there is no sign of changing their minds now. Now, it will be even more difficult for him to have his salary privately deducted in the future.

But as an old man in his sixties, how could he resist against such a strong thirty-year-old man?

He was immediately pulled over by this person again, and after searching all over his body, he found that He Daqing had seventy cents left, and then he stopped.

"Mom! This damn old man——"

The strong man shouted to the lighted main room.

In the main room, the white widow picked up the food, put it in the cupboard, wiped off the oil stains on the table, and then stuck her head out: "You kids!"

"I told you not to be rude to you, Uncle He!"

"Even if you don't change your words, you can't call him that!"

After speaking, the anger on his face disappeared and he waved to He Daqing: "Old man, come here! I have something to tell you."

She still feels sorry for me.

He Daqing looked at her face and couldn't help but smile: "My salary for this month has not been paid yet."

"It's not about salary!" White Widow said with a smile, "I just want to ask, what is the name of the child you originally left in Sijiu City, and how old is it?"

He Daqing was startled and his face changed color.

Do they know about my postal money?

How can this be done!

"This... that... why are you asking this?" He Daqing was worried.

The strong man behind him stretched out his hand and pushed him, causing him to stagger: "Just say what you say! Damn old man, you fucking -"

"Third brother!" White Widow looked angry, "What are you doing! Show some respect to your Uncle He!"

Then he smiled at He Daqing: "You should be more considerate, the children are still young and ignorant."

He is a strong man in his thirties, has a wife and children, he is very good at beating people, and he is still young.

He Daqing nodded: "Well, I don't blame him, I don't blame him..."

"Come to the main room and talk." White Widow said.

"Second brother, please invite your Uncle He over. Third child, call the eldest and fourth children over."

"I really have something to tell you, so don't make any trouble!"

The second son pushed He Daqing to the main room. Then the whole family, except the four sons' wives and children, all arrived in the main room.

The white widow sat in the middle, and her four sons sat on both sides, looking at He Daqing eagerly.

The White Widow smiled and said, "Old man, sit down."

He Daqing nodded, looked around, looked at the warning eyes of his four "sons", and smiled dryly: "I'm standing, it's fine, it's fine."

The White Widow said nothing more, and just sat with her four sons, looking at He Daqing who stood in the middle, looking like a tenant farmer.

"Old man, what was your child's name in Sijiucheng? How old is it?"

He Daqing didn't know what she meant, so he answered honestly: "I have a son named He Yuzhu, and a daughter named He Yuzhu."

My son He Yuzhu is over 40 this year, and my daughter He Yuzhu is over 30 this year.

He Daqing had not calculated the exact age in recent years. At this time, Widow White and her four sons were staring at him. He was too scared to do the math.

"In his forties, He Yuzhu..."

The White Widow smiled and handed over a newspaper.

"Look, is he there?"

The newspaper was from a few days ago, and contained blurry photos of a group of people following a leader who had returned from an inspection tour, and was talking about an inspection group.

He Daqing couldn't tell who was there at all, and he couldn't tell clearly even if he squinted.

"When did you read the newspaper?" He Daqing said.

"I either read the newspaper or cut out a shoe pattern from the newspaper to make shoes for my grandson. I saw a name called He Yuzhu, which looks a bit familiar." The white widow said, "Is that your son He Yuzhu?"

He Daqing suddenly laughed: "My son He Yuzhu? He is a fool. Where is he in this?"

"So, your son is not included here?"

The white widow's voice became unpleasant, and her four sons stood up with a roar.

He Daqing was startled and quickly said: "Let me see it again, let me see it again!"
Chapter completed!