Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 170: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (13)

Uncle Fang and Aunt Fang are both Han people. They settled in the southwestern border many years ago and settled down in Manjiulong.

At that time, family planning was not so strict in ethnic minority areas, and the couple fortunately had a son and a daughter.

The year Fang Guoxiong died, Aunt Fang had just turned fifty years old. She was so sad and heartbroken that her hair turned white overnight.

During those years, after Aunt Fang got over the pain of losing her son, she heard that a mother who had lost her only child became pregnant again through test tube at the age of 60. She became obsessed and begged Uncle Fang to give her son another chance to be reborn.

Everyone called her crazy, including her elderly mother who was still alive at the time.

[You think you are still young? You are over 50 and about to go through menopause. Do you have the time and energy to raise a child? Let’s not talk about that. It’s still a big question whether you can successfully get pregnant and give birth. Look at how thin you are. You are 1.7 meters tall and weigh only 80 kilograms...]

Aunt Fang refused to listen and insisted on having her own way, and Uncle Fang was also willing to cooperate. The two of them took the retirement money they had worked hard to save for a lifetime and went to various major reproductive hospitals in the country. One test tube cycle costs at least 70,000 or 80,000 yuan, which is a lot of money to have a child.

Even Song Qian took them to the Xiangya Reproductive Hospital in Changsha, and they lived near the hospital for half a year to cooperate with the examination.

Xiangya is one of the most prestigious hospitals in the country. After referring to all the couple's data, the doctor said clearly that there was little hope.

Neither the quality of the eggs nor Aunt Fang's physical condition met the minimum requirements for eugenics.

If you insist on having surgery, it will be dangerous for adults.

The doctor was a well-known fertility expert, and the walls of her clinic were covered with banners. Her words were almost a complete denial.

But Aunt Fang was so stubborn that no one could persuade her.

I lived there for half a year and went through four cycles, all of which failed.

Most of my pension money was spent on it.

Uncle Fang doesn't care about the money, he only cares about his wife who puffs up her cheeks and eats desperately to gain weight.

During the fifth operation, the doctor found that her ovaries were rapidly and prematurely aged due to overstimulation from drugs and surgery, and the inflammation had caused severe adhesion and blockage of the fallopian tubes. There was no hope at all.

To make matters worse, Aunt Fang, who was always worried about her daughter while lying on the hospital bed, suddenly passed away.

Raising a child for a hundred years, one will worry about him until he is ninety-nine. Aunt Fang returned to her hometown to attend her mother's funeral. She knelt in front of her mother's coffin and cried out all the tears in her brain.

After that, Aunt Fang finally calmed down.

So, in the past two years, Uncle Fang told Song Qian not to visit them and let Aunt Fang stay by herself in the familiar environment.

After going to so many reproductive hospitals, he never thought of seeing a psychologist. It was the Goddess of Fertility who finally gave him some advice and told him to go to the psychiatric department of a brain hospital for a check-up. It was found that Aunt Fang was suffering from severe depression.

The last time Song Qian came here on Uncle Fang’s three-wheeled motorcycle, he didn’t realize how narrow the road was.

The RV was stuck on a fork in the road at the entrance of the village, face to face with an oncoming tractor, and was caught in a dilemma.

Back off, there are two dump trucks behind.

Going forward, the long and straight road ahead is flanked by steep slopes. If it falls down, both the people and the vehicles will be in danger.

No matter how good his driving skills are, there is no space for the other car to pass, and he can't lift the car and go around it...

The tractor was loaded with two big, fat pigs, which were growling and making bad intentions to add fuel to the fire of their owner.

Every time the fat pig stamped its feet, the tractor shook three times.

Even the black-faced brother driving the tractor was shaking all over, with a hint of humor amidst his nervousness.

[Okay, okay, stranger, a guest is welcome. I'll back the car. Oh, I didn't check the almanac before going out today. I'm not good at backing up. If I back up into a ditch, you guys have to help me get the car out!!!]

The black-faced brother kept muttering, not caring whether the person on the other side could distinguish his words from the loud noise of the tractor.

Song Qian had learned lip reading in the army and had not forgotten it, so he naturally understood it by hearing it, no, he understood it by seeing it.

[Honey, that pig is so fat, at least twice as big as those black pigs we saw in Ningxiang. Will the ones we bought be too big to give away...]

Lin Xiaorou opened her mouth in shock when she saw the big fat pig.

Song Zijin had the same reaction.

【Ah——】

I want to eat it!!! I want the pork belly and three layers! I want the tenderloin! No fat!

[The speed limit on the road ahead is 30, please drive carefully! ]

Xiao Tuantuan kindly reminds you, but do you want to get out of the navigation system and see how hard the car is crawling at a snail's pace? !

The tractor's rearview mirror is not often used. I don't know when it got damaged or where it crashed. It is barely hanging in the place where it should be, shaking in the bumpy ride and completely useless.

The big brother with a black face is called Chen Shiyi, and he is very capable.

He was very cautious, but the two fat pigs behind him were not obedient. They jumped around wildly in an attempt to escape.

Although the rear bucket of the tractor was rusty, it was still strong enough to withstand all the abuse.

Finally, a fork in the road appeared behind them. The tension in the black-faced brother's heart finally relaxed a little. He backed the car to the fork in the road in one go, pulled the handbrake, jumped down, and without saying a word, he started punching the two fat pigs with a few iron sand palm strikes.

It is really crisp, pleasant and extremely beautiful.

The fat pig was stunned by the beating, and let out a scream that pierced the sky. It was as if a murderous aura had pierced through its head, so miserable...

【Ah——】

Σ(⊙▽⊙“aAh! That’s worse than mine! Shut up!

【Big brother, thank you! 】

Because the road was very narrow and the dump truck behind was honking its horn to urge them to leave, Song Qian did not get out of the car. He just took a pack of cigarettes from the armrest and threw it accurately into the man's arms.

The black-faced brother's expression changed instantly, from a furious look to a smiling face, and he smiled like Maitreya Buddha.

The payment codes on his car belong to his wife. The tens of thousands of dollars he makes from selling pigs every month go straight into his wife's pocket, and if he wants to buy cigarettes, he has to be humble and humble to please his wife...

This pack of Panda cigarettes is considered a windfall, hehe, hehehehehe!

ヾ(o???)?ヾ

The fat pig was trembling, not knowing why this evil spirit was laughing so obscenely.

The dump truck driver was also from this village and knew the black-faced brother. He honked the horn wildly while staring at the two fat pigs with envy.

Chen Shiyi is lucky to have married a beautiful, virtuous and capable wife. Unlike his she-devil, the piglets he caught at the same time each year are more than half the size. How much money must he make...

Well, he couldn't say anything yet, or the hag would jump up and beat him up...

Chen Shiyi, who was standing at the fork in the road without any protection, was covered in the face by the dust from the dump truck. He cursed "Puh, Puh", stepped on the accelerator, and set off again!

Due to inertia, the two big fat pigs fell down and rolled together, groaning and too lazy to move, and finally they stopped.

Who says today is not an auspicious day? I’m in a good mood. It’s almost the New Year, so I’ll ask my wife for funds to buy her a gold bracelet!

You deserve to be rich if you treat your wife as your favorite.