Mr. Xiang had a bad heart and instinctively wanted to grab something, but all he got was cold white snow, and there was nothing around him that he could focus on.

"Brother~"

Xiang Hantu screamed in surprise, and his screams attracted the attention of people on the roof and in the yard, especially Xiang Fugui, who threw down his broom and ran towards the place where Xiang Hanlin fell.

But he was still a step too late. He felt that his hands had touched his father's clothes, but he still had no time to grab his body.

There was a "bang" sound.

Mr. Xiang fell from a roof beam that was about five to six meters high. He hit the ground feet first, and then he couldn't hold himself up and fell into the yard.

"father!"

"Brother~"

"Uncle~"

Various voices screamed, including the sound of footsteps. Mr. Xiang was soon surrounded by Xiang's family.

"Dad, how are you?"

Xiang Fugui asked nervously.

"Fugui, your dad's leg may have been broken." Xiang Hanlin hugged his right leg and felt the pain emanating from his bones.

"Flat truck, hurry up, push the flat truck out and take the elder brother to the county to see a doctor." The younger brother Xiang Hanhe shouted loudly, dropped his broom and ran over.

Xiang Hantu also hurriedly climbed down from the ladder, quickly came to Mr. Xiang's side, and asked anxiously: "Brother, how are you, you should be fine, please slow down, why are you so impatient."

Fugui turned his head and glanced at Xianghantu, frowning slightly. How could this uncle speak like this? It should be fine.

Xianghanhe also glanced at Xianghantu, and said to Xiangquan, Xianghantu's eldest son: "Xiangquan, go and push your cart out, and send your uncle to the county to see a doctor."

Xiangquan glanced at his father and saw that he neither agreed nor refused. He stood up slowly and was about to push the cart when he was stopped by an angry voice:

"Brother, what's going on? My family has to go to the roof to clear snow every year in winter, and it's always been safe. But this year, you fell down as soon as you went up. Could it be that your ancestors showed up?"

What he said was so heart-breaking that Mr. Xiang closed his eyes. It turned out that the so-called reconciliation between brothers was just because he thought too well and was too self-righteous.

"Fugui, you go home and bring the bullock cart over to take me to the county seat."

Fugui looked at Xianghantu's daughter-in-law angrily and wanted to say something, but because she was a generation older than him, he couldn't speak.

Hearing his father's words, he glared at the woman bitterly, feeling a little worried about Mr. Xiang. It had already entered the cold winter of 1919. Sitting in the yard blowing the cold wind like this, he would definitely get frostbite.

"Shuigen, go home and push the trolley out. Send your uncle home first. Remember to bring a quilt so that your uncle doesn't get cold." Xianghanhe stood up and said to his only son.

Xiang Xianggen hurriedly ran out, and soon he pushed out a cart. It was the cart that Jixiang had given them.

Xiang Hanhe and Xiang Xianggen worked together to secure the cart. The butcher and Fugui carefully lifted Mr. Xiang onto the cart. Xianghanhe's little girl Xiang Miao also obediently covered Mr. Xiang with a quilt.

"Good boy, come and play at my house when you have time."

Mr. Xiang looked at his slim niece and invited her with a smile.

"Okay uncle, I like Fubao very much. I will come and play with Fubao when the time comes." Xiangxiang Miao agreed generously.

Fugui pulled the cart in front, butcher and Xianghanhe pushed hard from behind, and walked towards Mr. Xiang's house. Xianghantu wanted to follow, but was held back by his own daughter-in-law:

"Why are you going? Are you sending money? Don't forget how much money your eldest brother used at home."

Xiang Xianggen glanced at Xiang Hantu, curled his lips, and said to Xiang Xiangmiao: "Sister, I'll follow you and take a look. You go home first. When you get home, close the door tightly and don't let anyone in."

Xiang Xiangmiao responded obediently, turned around and walked towards her home. However, when she was leaving, she turned around and glanced at Xiang Hantu, and that look contained contempt.

Xianghantu: "..."

Xiang Han was so angry that the third child was so shameless that he couldn't even educate a daughter. Fortunately, he had occupied this house first. You should know that this house had half more land than the third child's house.

When Grandma Xiang saw Mr. Xiang being pushed back, her heart beat wildly with fright. Fu Bao's mental power spread out and scanned Mr. Xiang's body like a scanner.

It turned out that the calf of the right leg was fractured. He could just send it to the county hospital for proper treatment. He waved his little hands and kept shouting: "Go, go..."

When Mr. Xiang saw Xiao Fubao's eager look, his heart felt warm. This was his good granddaughter, the most precious treasure given to him by God.

"Don't be afraid, Fubao. Grandpa will go to the hospital right away. You should be good at home." Mr. Xiang comforted Fubao.

"Sister-in-law, it's my fault. I asked my eldest brother to help me repair the roof. Otherwise, my second brother wouldn't be jealous and my eldest brother wouldn't fall off the roof." Xiang Hanhe said guiltily.

"What, fell from the roof." Grandma Xiang opened her eyes wide, this was too scary.

"Yes, sister-in-law, I will give you the silver from the eldest brother's caretaker." Xiang Hanhe said.

While they were talking, Fugui had already set up his bullock cart and took out two quilts, one to put under it and the other to cover him.

"Mom, please close the door. My uncle and I will take dad to the county hospital."

After Fugui finished speaking, he got on the bullock cart and was about to leave when his sister-in-law ran out and handed Fugui a basket. In the basket were the steamed buns that had just been steamed today.

Grandma Xiang originally wanted to go with her, but after looking at the three big men on the ox cart, she shook her head inwardly, took out a handkerchief bag from her arms, and handed it to Fugui.

Fugui knew that there was silver in the handkerchief, so he carefully stuffed it into his sleeve pocket, pinched the opening of the sleeve pocket with his hand, and then waved to Grandma Xiang, asking her to go back quickly.

"Shuigen, pull the cart back and close the door tightly. Your uncle and I will go to the county town to have a look." Xianghanhe also waved to his son, asking him to go back as soon as possible.

Xiangchu ran out of the yard and jumped on the bullock cart. He was worried about his grandfather. If anything happened to his second uncle, he could run an errand.

Fugui glanced at Xiangchu with admiration. He really needed someone to help him run errands, such as safety and good luck.

The little bison seemed to know that its old man was injured, and it was incredibly fast. It also chose a flat road to walk, which shocked the butcher and Xianghantu in the car. Is this a cow? How can it be so smart?
Chapter completed!