Zhang Heng stayed in the hotel for more than 1,000 yuan a night and slept until 8 am the next day. He woke up early because he hadn't eaten the breakfast provided by the county hotel. He was ready to try it.
After all, he had spent money, so he still had to eat some.
Having just come out of poverty, Zhang Heng still couldn't change some of his habits. For example, he didn't enjoy the best suite last night.
For example, he woke up early for breakfast.
However, there was nothing bad about that. Things would get better slowly. Zhang Heng was naturally confident about his future.
At the ATM, he took out 2,000 yuan and bought a 1,000 yuan scratch prize, ready to bring it back.
She would say that she won the lottery and leave the money for her mother to buy some food or give it to her sister as pocket money.
She had just taken the bus back to the village at ten when her phone rang. It was her mother.
"Heng, is your bus at ten or two? Mom will prepare food for you!”
Hearing his mother's tired voice, Zhang Heng's nose felt a little sour. It was the busy season of autumn, and his mother should be calling him from the fields.
There were not many things planted on the ten or so acres of land at home, but because it was all mountainous, it was still very troublesome to put it away. Under normal circumstances, his father would come back, but this year, due to the tight schedule and the high salary given by the contractor, he did not plan to come back.
He told his mother to get a few people to help her, but Zhang Heng knew that his mother was used to being thrifty, so she couldn't bear to part with him.
"Mom, my bus leaves at ten o'clock. I'll be back in a while. You should hurry home too!”
"Okay, Ling 'er came back yesterday. Your sister has three tutoring classes a day, so she won't be coming back!”Her mother had a lot to say, but she hung up quickly. She wasn't worried about the phone bill, but she probably wanted to take advantage of the fact that Zhang Heng wasn't home yet to reap some benefits.
His son's health was not good, and he could not help much when he came back. He did not want her to be too tired, so he would probably come out too.
After hanging up the phone, Liu Lan carefully stuffed the phone into her pocket. After confirming that it was properly packed, she moved the two bags of potatoes onto the cart with difficulty. She looked at the rest and could not help but feel a little worried.
If only Old Zhang was here!
On second thought, if he delayed his return for half a month, he would have to earn a few thousand yuan less. It was better for him to work harder. It was quite hard for him to work outside.
He pushed the cart with difficulty and walked on the bumpy mountain road. When he encountered an uphill road, he was even more worried. Fortunately, there were fewer upslopes and more downslopes. It was still better.
An hour and a half later, Zhang Heng got off the bus. The unpleasant smell of plastic had dissipated. There was no industrial development, and the air was scarily good.
He took a deep breath, tightened his backpack, and strode toward the village.
Those who had family members would ride motorcycles or drive their cars to pick them up. Zhang Heng had no one at home, so he could only rely on his legs to support himself.
Fortunately, they were not far away, only two or three miles away. It did not take long for them to see the door of their house.
In the past, Zhang Heng would have felt a little heavy at this point. He felt that he was a good-for-nothing. Although no one at home said anything about it, he knew that it would be a big problem for him to rely on himself to support his parents in their old age in the future.
Even her sister, Zhang Min, struggled so hard to become stronger. In the future, she would be qualified to be a Voldemort (support demon) without her husband's family.
Of course, the enchantment didn't tell him that. It was one time last year when Zhang Heng accidentally read his sister's diary. At that time, he was sleepy and struggled to fall asleep the whole night.
Now that he had become stronger, not only could he take care of his parents, but he also had to take care of his sister. Therefore, he felt that his legs were especially strong and his feet were even faster.
"Heng, you're back!" The woman standing by the roadside called out to him.
"Hey!"
"Your mother just passed by not long ago. She's pushing two bags of potatoes. You might be able to catch up to her now!”
Zhang Heng picked up his pace when he heard that. All the uncles and aunties along the way greeted him, and he simply replied before running over.
A faint sigh could be heard behind him!
"What a good child. It's a pity that he has such a serious illness.”
"Didn't you say that it was Old Zhang's ancestral grave that was wrong?”
"Bullsh * t! We're all from Zhang's family. Why is Zhang Heng the only one who's sick? It's just bad luck!”An old man knocked his pipe heavily and reprimanded the juniors.
Everyone stopped talking and began to talk about other things. Who died in that village and who married a wife were all matters of the elders.
At this time, it was time to come back from the fields for dinner. Everyone gathered at the village entrance and could not help but chat a little.
Zhang Heng had to cross a 30-meter-long, 20-degree slope before he could enter the courtyard. When he ran over, his mother and sister were pushing the cart with great difficulty.
It was only about ten meters up, and there was still a huge section.
"Ling 'er, use more strength. Your brother will be back soon. Otherwise, he will be sad when he sees it!”
"Yes!" Her thirteen-year-old younger sister nodded vigorously and leaned forward with all her strength. That was what she said.
Zhang Heng ran to the back, and his eyes turned red. He couldn't control himself at all. He wiped his eyes with his arm and ran to the other side of his mother to help push the car.
The mother and daughter, who were struggling, suddenly felt their hands lighten. They turned around and saw that it was Zhang Heng.
"Brother, go up quickly. Mom and I can do it!”
Zhang Heng didn't say a word. He pushed the bike up with both arms, and tears fell from his eyes and landed on the ground.
Seeing his son's expression, he could not say anything. He could only sigh. Who asked his son to have a bad life?
"Brother, I feel like you've become much stronger!”Zhang Ling looked at her brother and felt that he had changed a lot. It had only been less than a month since she last saw him.
"Yes, Mom, Ling 'Er, I'm fine!”Zhang Heng wiped his face and told his mother and sister the good news with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the mother's hands trembled. Her lips opened slightly, and the corners of her mouth trembled, but she could not say anything.
Zhang Ling also looked at her brother in shock. However, she was still a young girl and did not have as many considerations as her mother."Brother, is what you said true?"
Seeing was believing. A simple family would naturally believe this. Zhang Heng picked up the potato and strode into the yard.
"Mom, where should I put it?"
His voice was loud and full of energy. There was no sign of him panting at all. This was enough to explain a lot of problems.
The mother's hand loosened, and the cart fell to the ground. She ran into the courtyard."Ancestors pity my son!"
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