chapter 12 so-called relatives

After hearing my voice, Aunt Trista and my mother looked towards me.

My mother was surprised to see me, and Aunt Trista was also surprised, but she soon sneered disdainfully, her face almost crooked to the sky.

"Who did I think? It turns out it's you, the little bastard, who's back. Do you still have the nerve to come back?"

I smiled lightly and said politely, "Aunt Trista, this is my home, why can't I come back?"

Aunt Trista snorted angrily, "Aren't you rich? Didn't you buy a villa in the city? When I met you a few years ago, you were so awesome that you would rather use the money to build roads than give it to us. Relatives, how can we poor relatives be as high as a big boss like you! If you are so capable, just stay in the city and don't come back!"

My mother also stepped forward and asked me kindly, "Jay, have you eaten? Mom will make it for you."

I nodded, smiled and said to my mother, "Eat, I just ate in the county town, Mom, please stop doing your work now, let's find out about Aunt Trista."

"That's right, it won't work if you don't figure it out today. Three chickens, you can figure it out yourself."

After saying that, Aunt Trista added in a very serious voice, "By the way, these three chickens of mine are all egg-laying chickens. I just count on these three chickens to lay eggs and sell them for money."

My mother anxiously explained next to her, "Yan'er, please tell the truth! I really didn't go to the back mountain to spray pesticides. I really didn't kill your chickens with pesticides."

Aunt Trista waved her hand and said angrily, "Huang Guifang, stop talking to me about this. Who doesn't know that you have been thinking about my chickens for a day or two? Honestly, are you deliberately killing me with medicine so that I can give it to you without my knowledge?" Can you take this son from the city?"

Aunt Trista's words made me laugh. I was trying to find a reason to ridicule my mother, but I even said this.

My mother is weak. She has been alone in the village since my father passed away. She has a foreign surname and is always bullied by her neighbors.

But now that I'm back, I won't let my mother be bullied.

I protected my mother behind me, looked at Aunt Trista and said, "Aunt Trista, I treat you as an elder and call you Aunt Trista, but do you look like an elder? Your son is also working, so you just Aren't you afraid that these things will spread to your son's work and embarrass him?"

Aunt Trista was so rebuffed by me that she didn't know what to say. She was stunned for a while and then said, "What, am I wrong? Your mother went to the back mountain to spray pesticides and killed my chickens. Is this justified? ?”

I smiled without blushing and said, "It doesn't make sense, but Aunt Trista, I just said it, do you have any evidence? You said you heard what others said, then bring that person to me and I will ask her face to face... Also , even if it’s true, my mother is still spraying pesticides in her own vegetable field. I haven’t blamed your chickens for running into my field to eat vegetables. It’s good.”

"You, you..."Aunt Trista face started to turn pale because of my anger, and she was speechless for a long time.

I continued, "If it doesn't work out, then I'll go find the village director. Let's discuss the matter. Let's clear this matter up today!"

Aunt Trista completely lost her temper, glared at me fiercely, pointed at me and said, "Okay, you little brat, wait for me, wait..."

After saying that, Aunt Trista took away the three dead chickens on the ground.

The yard finally became quiet. I looked back at my mother. She also breathed a sigh of relief, but her face looked a little strange.

I turned to my mother and said, "Okay, Mom, this matter has been solved, don't worry."

My mother sighed and said, "No, you, Aunt Trista, can't just give up. Why don't you pay her the money for these three chickens?"

My mother is a typical rural woman. She has been taught since childhood not to cause trouble. This is not because my mother is cowardly. She is a very typical rural woman.

I patted my mother on the shoulder and continued to comfort her, "Don't worry! It's okay. I've been at home these two days, so they don't dare to do anything."

With my comfort, my mother gradually felt relieved, so she went to prepare dinner for me.

I remembered that I had just seen so many people surrounding the village committee at the entrance of the village, and I immediately asked my mother in the woodshed, "Mom, when I came back just now, I saw many people in the village committee. Are they talking about demolition?" "

"No, it was a fundraiser for the old village chief's affairs. Everyone in the village went to donate. I heard that the demolition will take place tomorrow." Mom's voice came from the woodshed.

I was stunned for a moment. The old village chief was quite a nice person. He also cared about our family when he was in office.

Before I started my career, he always came to help our family and really helped our family a lot.

But the two sons of the old village chief are very unfilial. As far as I know, one of them went to jail for theft, and the other son is also gnawing at his old age at home all day long.

I was surprised and turned to my mother and asked, "What happened to the old village chief?"

My mother sighed and said, "I was diagnosed with a malignant tumor at the beginning of the year. I heard that it would cost hundreds of thousands in medical expenses. The old village chief's family had lost all their money to his youngest son. Now the village is giving him medical expenses." He was soliciting donations... I also planned to go there later, but your Aunt Trista suddenly came to the door."

My first reaction is that I have to donate this money. Even if I don’t have any money now, I will donate it.

Because the old village chief really helped our family a lot. When I was admitted to college, I still had more than a thousand yuan left to pay for tuition, so the old village chief lent us the money.

Now that the old village chief has encountered such a problem, it would be really inhumane for me to ignore it.

I immediately said to my mother, "Mom, I will go with you to donate later!"

"Okay." My mother responded, and then said, "I've prepared the dishes, let's go."

Before I could reply, someone came from outside the yard and shouted, "Jay Carter, you little bastard, get out of here!"

My heart skipped a beat and I hurriedly looked outside the yard.

I saw several people standing outside the door, and they were all my relatives. The leaders were my Aunt Trista wife, third uncle, and uncle and uncle.

Four people blocked the door of my house angrily, looking as if they were going to tear my house apart.

I knew that Aunt Trista must have gone back and told Third Uncle, and then Third Uncle called the uncle and his family to show off to me.

But although I, Jay Carter, am down and out, I am not that easy to bully. Don’t think that I am afraid of so many people coming.

After going to open the door, they swarmed in.

The third uncle had a cold face and yelled at me, "Jay Carter, you little brat, what a big deal! Three of my chickens were killed by your mother's pesticides, and you still want to excuse her, that's fine." You come to compensate for our losses!”

I was not impatient and replied in a good voice, "Third uncle, I have made my words very clear just now. We must have evidence. What are you yelling about here?"

The uncle was older. He immediately stepped forward and said very diplomatically, "Jay Carter, don't make trouble. Everyone saw that your Aunt Trista's chickens were killed by the pesticides your mother used. There's nothing to say about it." .”

The aunt also echoed, "That's right, it's over if you lose the money. Why do you talk so much?"

I didn't want to talk nonsense to them, so I waved my hand and said, "I made it very clear. If you show me the evidence, I will admit to losing money. If you don't get it, you can't get a penny from my family!"

My mother limped out after hearing the noise outside in the woodshed. Seeing the battle in front of her, she was so anxious that she almost cried.

He quickly stepped forward and said, "What's going on? We're all a family. Don't quarrel, don't quarrel... If you have anything to say, talk to me..."

"Who is in your family? When my second brother wanted to separate the family, Huang Guifang could eat whatever he wanted, but he couldn't talk nonsense! Be careful to swallow you to death..."

Hearing Aunt Trista words, the emotions I had been holding back suddenly burst out.

He immediately picked up a hoe next to him, held the hoe across his chest, and shouted, "Get out! You are not welcome in our home. You are limited to one minute, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"