Chapter 411

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Wang Xiaohua was struck dumb upon hearing these words.

He simply could not understand how this old man before him had arrived at such a conclusion.

Why did he have to be so hostile toward Niu Chunsheng? Niu Chunsheng seemingly had never done anything to harm him, right?

Not only had he never done anything harmful, on the contrary, he had helped him several times.

Yet for such a good person, he didn't think of gratitude, but instead harbored resentment.

There are many people with this kind of mindset in the rural areas, and Wang Changgen is a typical example.

"You should know better than me what kind of person Uncle Chunsheng is; he couldn't possibly deceive me."

Wang Xiaohua replied coldly to his father with this sentence.

Wang Changgen, however, said with full sarcasm:

"You may know a person's face but not their heart; you'd better take it easy! If Niu Chunsheng were truly that kind, he couldn't have built his business this big! You're still young, it's normal that you can't see through the essence!"

Wang Xiaohua simply couldn't comprehend it; he couldn't help but ask:

"So, since Uncle Chunsheng previously said he wanted to introduce you to contract the town government's project, you've also already planned to refuse?"

Wang Changgen was expressionless, speaking very resolutely:

"Of course we refuse!"

Then he also said:

"Pies don't fall from the sky; if there's such a good thing, why wouldn't he do it himself, insisting on letting us do the project? I see there's a trap!"

Wang Xiaohua laughed in anger:

"Before, someone wanted to transfer the New Era Restaurant to you, you didn't want it; you also thought that restaurant had a trap back then. Later, Zhang Zhongtian took over that restaurant, and now he's running it very well — is there a trap?"

Wang Changgen was rendered speechless.

But expecting him to admit his mistake was impossible.

Wang Xiaohua didn't want to speak with Wang Changgen anymore either.

As the saying goes, when words don't match, even half a sentence is too much.

"I've already promised Uncle Chunsheng; anyway, no matter what, the day after tomorrow I must go to the county town."

Having said this, Wang Xiaohua turned and left.

Wang Changgen watched his retreating back, grinding his teeth in anger:

"Your wings have hardened so you don't take your father seriously anymore, is that it! Wang Xiaohua, let me tell you, don't think just because you're good at studying you can act recklessly; I'm ultimately your biological father! Everything I said wasn't for your own good!"

Wang Xiaohua no longer paid him any attention.

He only quickened his pace and walked home.

At this moment, his mood was very bad; just as he got home, he had an urgent thought of wanting to escape.

However, he still suppressed this thought.

Because he knew his mother also didn't want him to leave that quickly.

For no other reason, for his mother's sake, he had to stay at home for two days.

Returning to that temporary residence at the village entrance, moving his luggage inside.

Wang Xiaohua sat in the room in a daze; after a long stretch of time, he finally vented the depression in his heart.

At this time, his mother Li Xiulan returned from the construction site.

"Xiaohua, if you want to go to the county town the day after tomorrow, then go the day after tomorrow; Mom knows you, you can't stay put at home."

Li Xiulan opened by supporting Wang Xiaohua, and also said:

"Don't argue with your dad; arguing is useless. You can't convince him, and he can't convince you. Do what you should do; he hasn't tied your hands and feet."

"Got it, Mom." Wang Xiaohua was moved involuntarily; looking at his mother's slightly stooped figure, he felt a myriad of emotions: "Mom, after I graduate from university in the future, I'll definitely let you live a good life!"

Wang Xiaohua suddenly made a promise.

Li Xiulan, however, laughed simply and honestly:

"Mom has no other hope; as long as you can be promising in the future, that's enough. As for myself, I've suffered half my life and am already used to it; whether I can live a good life or not doesn't matter at all."

"Mom!" Wang Xiaohua's nose involuntarily soured.

The difficult scenes from childhood of his mother alone, taking the three brothers to work in the fields, floated up in Wang Xiaohua's mind.

He knew his mother had it very hard; his mother originally deserved something better, only fate played a trick on her, making her meet the wrong person, marrying that man who was suspicious by nature, obsessed with face, and irresponsible.

"Mom, I will definitely let you live a good life!"

As if making some resolution, Wang Xiaohua spoke his promise again in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Good, good, good; you have this heart, Mom is already satisfied." Li Xiulan laughed cheerfully, then said: "It's about time to make lunch too; I'll go pick some greens from the vegetable garden. You stay home and daze properly; if you're bored, you can watch some TV."

Wang Xiaohua, however, stood up:

"I'll accompany you to the vegetable garden."

Wang Xiaohua carried the worn bamboo basket and went to the vegetable garden together with Li Xiulan.

In the vegetable garden they picked a handful of lettuce, a few eggplants, incidentally pulled some weeds from the vegetable ridges, then returned to the temporary residence at the village entrance, helped wash the vegetables, and then stir-fried them.

There was no stove kitchen on this village entrance side; only a simple fire platform was built on the side.

This fire platform had no chimney; when burning fire, smoke scattered everywhere.

When Wang Xiaohua was stir-frying, he was choked by the smoke until tears came out.

Li Xiulan hurried over to receive the wok spatula:

"I'll do it, you can't stand this smoke."

Wang Xiaohua indeed couldn't stand it, it was too choking.

Li Xiulan was smoked by the thick smoke rising from the firewood, yet only narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had long been accustomed to enduring all this.

Soon, the dish was stir-fried done.

Only then did Wang Zhanggen arrive belatedly from the construction site.

During the meal, Wang Zhanggen suddenly asked a sentence:

"What university do you plan to apply to?"

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but be stunned, feeling somewhat nervous, somewhat resistant inside.

The thing he was most unwilling to happen, still came.

He was extremely unwilling for his father to point fingers at which university he attended, which major he chose.

So he just lowered his head eating his rice, replying coldly with a sentence:

"This you don't need to mind, I have my own plans."

"You just graduated high school, understand nothing, what plans could you have?" Wang Zhanggen pulled a stinky face, then also said: "If you ask me, either go to Tsinghua or Peking University, if you can't get into these two universities, then attend Sun Yat-sen University or South China University of Technology, don't think about any others."

Wang Xiaohua couldn't help but coldly laugh once, because he knew, the reason his father gave such a suggestion was because besides these four universities, his father had never heard of any other universities.

"What are you laughing at?" Wang Zhanggen immediately became unhappy.

Because he felt Wang Xiaohua's disrespect toward him.

"Nothing, since you want to give me advice, then fine, you tell me, what major should I study? What order should I fill the volunteer application? After entering university, how should I plan the four years of university life, four years later continue further studies or come out to work? If work, how to choose work? I come out to work, what help can you give me?"

Wang Xiaohua asked out a string of questions.

Directly making Wang Zhanggen somewhat dumbfounded.

He merely simply wanted to point fingers, he had no detailed and deep understanding of these at all, merely simply wanted to manifest that kind of superior authority feeling as a father toward his son.

Yet didn't expect Wang Xiaohua would ask him this many questions like a machine gun.

These questions he doesn't understand!

But if he doesn't answer, he would lose face in front of his son.

So he hardened his scalp, didn't understand pretending to understand, relying on feeling to answer:

"The major you study, of course must be a major easy to find work, the volunteer application order, fill from good schools downward, for example first fill Tsinghua, then fill Peking University, then Sun Yat-sen University, South China University of Technology, as for how to study in university, that's your own matter, after university graduation, if can read graduate student then continue read, if not then come out work, come out work, best can go be official, if not then enter state-owned enterprise central enterprise, if these all can't, then enter foreign enterprise!"

After saying these words, Wang Zhanggen also very proudly said:

"Don't think your dad I understand nothing, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, how could I not understand a single thing? You listen to your dad mine, guaranteed no mistake!"

Wang Xiaohua yet again couldn't help but laugh once:

"The advice you gave, said equals not said. Who doesn't want to attend Tsinghua Peking University? Who isn't able to further study then continue further study, who doesn't want to be big official? Who finds work doesn't want to enter central enterprise foreign enterprise? The problem is specifically how to do? Do you know specifically how to do?"

Wang Zhanggen indeed didn't know specifically how to do, but to make him admit his ignorance is impossible, he just coldly replied a sentence:

"You just bury head work hard, boat reaches bridge head naturally straight!"