Chapter 126: Coming Out [3000]

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

That's the old saying.

The reality before our eyes is also played out in this way.

After Lu Yang got out of the car, he watched the villagers make way for him without saying anything. After he walked in, the first thing he saw was a dilapidated house.

Let’s not talk about the house first. This is obviously a house from the Republic of China period. There are many of them in the village, not just Chunsan’s family. As long as it hasn’t completely collapsed, it can shelter from wind and rain.

Just like Chun San at this moment, although he has injured one leg, as long as he is still alive, his family will still have hope for him.

At this moment, under the low eaves of the two dilapidated houses, there were seven or eight people, big and small, standing or sitting. They all had the same expression: worried, sad, and mournful, as if they had lost faith in life.

He looks like he is in his seventies or eighties, but his actual age should not be that old.

This is Chunsan’s mother, looking into the distance with empty eyes. I don’t know if her tears have dried up or she is thinking about how to leave her daughter-in-law behind after her son’s death.
Otherwise, this family might be finished.

Lu Yang thought to himself: Auntie must have already felt so sad that she is heartbroken. She doesn't have the time to cry for the "dead" person. The next thing she should think about is how to keep the living alive, right?

Next to Chun San's mother, there was a woman with equally empty eyes. She should be Chun San's wife. Lu Yang didn't know her, but she was the only one with a big belly here.

He must be at least seven or eight months old, right?
Lu Yang looked at it and estimated that it should be about the same size as his cousin Taozi's belly. His eldest cousin also said that Taozi would give birth in two months.

So let’s assume it’s seven months old now!

It's impossible to knock it off by beating it.

You still have to give birth.

This means that whether Chunsan is dead or alive, there will be one more person in his family.

Let’s take a look at the little radishes all over the ground.

The two older ones are over ten years old, one boy and one girl.

Lu Yang knows them all.

These two are Chunsan’s younger brother and sister. After Chunsan’s father died two years ago, these two brothers and sisters have been dependent on him for support.

Seeing Lu Yang looking at them, they turned their heads away with red eyes in embarrassment.

Next came the three real little kids under the eaves. The oldest one was about three or four years old, with messy hair in braids and dirty bodies. The two younger ones were still crawling on the ground, looking timidly at Lu Yang, the strange uncle.

I wonder what this uncle is going to do?
Lu Yang thought: If my classmate died, and we need to send people away, we should send these three little rascals away, right? And my classmate's wife is pregnant, if she is going to give birth to a boy, it's ok, but if she gives birth to a girl, will she also be sent away? Oh, right, this wife is useless.

These are Lu Yang's true thoughts, not just alarmist remarks.

But it is something real that will happen in the future, something that is very likely to happen if Chun San dies.

There is no such thing as worth or not worth.

But she is a simple country girl. She won't talk to you about morality. She will talk about passing on the family line and staying alive.

Lu Yang turned his eyes away from them.

Finally, this time, it fell on the real owner, a door panel placed in front of the main room, with a person lying on it.

If you say he is alive, he is no longer angry.

You would say he was dead, but he was still groaning in pain, gasping for breath occasionally. He was wearing dry clothes that he had probably just changed into, and was covered with a worn and yellowed quilt. One of his feet was exposed, and you could smell a strong smell of blood. You could also see from his trouser legs that blood was still seeping out, and this was the result after four or five days of treatment.

Of course, it is also possible that this was because he jumped into the pond this morning and the wound that was covered with medicine was opened again.

Seeing that his skin was red, his lips were black, and his mind was a little unclear, Lu Yang estimated that he might have a high fever. He turned around and said to Gong Pingan who was standing next to the car: "The cold medicine we prepared for our trip to Shanghai this time includes a medicine called Analgin, which is used to reduce fever. See if you have any left. If you do, bring it over and feed it to him first."

Gong Pingan nodded.

Turning back to the car, he and Lu Yang started searching through their luggage. With some luck, he found a whole bottle of Analgin.

He took it and ran to Lu Yang and asked, "How do you use this thing?"

Analgin is a miracle drug for reducing fever after the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is common even among barefoot doctors in rural areas. Lu Yang took the bottle without looking at it carefully, poured out two pills directly, and handed them to Gong Ping'an: "Find a bottle of water for him to drink."

"You want water? I have some."

“I have this too, I have this too.”

Seeing Lu Yang feeding Dachun medicine, everyone rushed to help. Those who had a kettle directly handed him the water from their waists.

Obviously, everyone has heard of Analgin, a miracle drug for reducing fever.

But it's actually useless.

The fever can go down temporarily, but it will soon go up again. In fact, when he was rescued in the morning, someone had already given him cold medicine to reduce fever. Lu Yang did not expect that a few small antipyretic pills could save a seriously injured and dying person like this.

He just wanted the man lying on the door panel to wake up a little later.

I want to ask him a few questions.

After he was fed Analgin, about seven or eight minutes later, perhaps because of the medicine, the fever subsided a little, or perhaps because of the psychological effect, he drank some water and recovered some physical strength. In short, Chun San was awake at this moment. He opened his purple lips and said softly, "Thank you."

Lu Yang looked down at him calmly and said, "Do you still recognize me?"

How could I not know him?

They grew up together naked and went to elementary and junior high school together. Both of them lost their fathers when they were teenagers. She got married early, while the other chose to be a son-in-law of a millionaire in the village. Because of this, she once laughed at the other, thinking that he was a loser and should be a man like herself, and thus distanced herself from him.

Looking back now, it was all a joke.

Chun San looked at Lu Yang and said, "You are the richest man in the village now. Who dares not to know you?"

Lu Yang said: "It's good that you know me. It proves that you are not crazy yet. How are you now? You have swam back from the gates of hell. Do you still want to die?"

Chun San closed his eyes, and two tears as big as beads rolled down from the corners of his eyes: "What can I do if I don't want to die? You have seen my current situation. Living will only be more painful than dying."

Lu Yang smiled and said, "As long as you want to live, there will definitely be ways to solve the problem. Since you are here, I will definitely help you for the sake of our friendship."

Chun San opened his eyes and looked at him and said, "How do you want to help me? Will you treat my illness for free? Or will you support me and my whole family when I become disabled?"

Lu Yang shook his head: "I'm not a saint. I can't do something that only a saint can do, but I can lend you money so that you can get treatment first. Your injury is a work-related injury, and the people in the tea factory will definitely be responsible to the end. I will help you get the compensation back."

Chun San, whose eyes had been gradually losing their light, suddenly regained some light after listening to all of Lu Yang's words. He said excitedly, "Can you really help me? They are from the city and there are many of them. Can you really help me get the compensation back?"

It doesn’t matter whether I can survive or not. With this compensation, my wife, children, and mother may be able to continue living well.

Lu Yang shook his head again: "I only promised you that you can give it a try. Whether you can get it or not, you won't know until you try it."

The light in Chun San's eyes disappeared again.

He closed his eyes and said, "If you are not sure, why did you lend me money?"

He didn't want to die and leave his wife and children heavily in debt.

Lu Yang smiled again and said, "That depends on whether you believe me or not. I will lend you money to treat your leg injury first, and then I will help you get compensation for the work injury. If you get it, you can use it to pay off your debt. If you don't get it, no matter if you become disabled or your leg is healed, you have to guard the gate of my factory to pay off your debt. When you pay off your debt, I will start to pay you."

Chun San laughed at himself and said, "Then I will have to work for you for the rest of my life and be your Yang Bailao for the rest of my life?"

Lu Yang shook his head and said, "I'm not Huang Shiren. Didn't I just say that? I will pay you a salary, as long as the debt is paid off. Of course, I won't let your family starve to death. You can get an advance on your salary. It depends on how long you plan to work for me."

Hearing this, Chun San smiled with tears in his eyes: "Then it's still a lifetime, thank you."

Lu Yang hates to see others cry.

Turn around quickly.

"Okay, stop being so sentimental. Hurry up and ask your family to pack some clothes for you. I'll have someone drive you to the county hospital. If you delay any longer, you don't want to have your limbs amputated, do you?"

He called a few villagers, lifted the door panel, and sent Chun San to the large truck driven by Da Jun. He did not use the Santana sedan. It was not because Lu Yang was afraid of getting it dirty, but because Chun San's current condition was not very clear. It was best not to move him. He lay on the door panel and was carried away. Except for the larger compartment, there was not much difference between riding in a large truck and riding in an ambulance. Squeezing into a Santana would more likely cause secondary injuries to the injured.

Lu Yang asked Brother Da Jun to take the money with him.

I asked a few villagers to help me get on the truck and watched it leave.

"Walk."

"Let's go to the village committee."

Lu Yang greeted him and then went to solve the last problem.

Do you really think Lu Yang's money came from the wind?

He was not prepared to pay that money.

Just advance payment.

Therefore, Chunsan’s case must be classified as a work-related injury. The old village party secretary couldn’t do anything about the other party, who was lying and couldn’t get the money.

But he has a way.

Lu Yang dared to guarantee that once he used this method, the other party would definitely jump up and down, and there would be no need to urge the other party, the other party would willingly pay the compensation!!!

　2000+3000+2000+3000=10000，日万第十一天，求兄弟们支持！！！

　　
　
(End of this chapter)