Watching the villagers happily going to their daughters' homes for New Year celebrations.
Seeing them carrying money and meat given by their daughters, with satisfied smiles on their faces.
Tang Peijun sighed deeply. The daughters they married off are like water thrown away.
Raising daughters is indeed raising burdens that cost money.
Now when the parents are in trouble, they don't even glance their way. Not giving money for food is one thing, but now they refuse to let them celebrate the New Year at their homes.
Tang Peijun sat in the main room, growing angrier the more he thought about it—if lung cancer was contagious, he'd be long dead!
Sigh, he felt his later years were terribly miserable.
Suddenly, he saw someone entering through the courtyard gate.
He stood up and went out to see, surprised with joy: "Tang Huai?!"
He hadn't received any news of Tang Huai returning to Shuanglong Village, and seeing Tang Huai now, he was so moved his eyes filled with tears.
