Gourd Farm Chapter 84
Translated by Etherna
Chapter 84: Stubborn and Shameless
Yang Meng walked up to Yang Feng. "I've said my part. You figure it out."
Yang Feng glanced at Yang Meng and urged him to step aside. "I'll figure it out? Figure out your uncle."
Yang Meng clung like a stubborn plaster. "I don't care. You asked me to speak, so you must help me solve it."
Xia Tian approached. "Brother, are you out of your mind? You've been here for half an hour, said three words seriously, and now you want Feng to help? How can he help?"
Yang Meng's face turned red. He gritted his teeth and stamped his foot. "Our family's tomatoes, I want you to take a look and help."
Yang Feng looked at Yang Meng. To be honest, he admired his courage. After all, they had fallen out completely, and now he had the audacity to come and ask for help.
"Do you think it's possible?" Yang Feng asked.
Upon hearing Yang Feng's question, Yang Meng's facial expression became unpredictable, and his eyes darted around.
"Yang Feng, can't you be less petty? It was just a little fight. Besides, you didn't lose out," Yang Meng interjected.
"Hmph, are you implying that you lost out?" Yang Feng was genuinely in awe of this guy.
"Can we not bring up the past? What's done is done. Why can't we get past this hurdle?" Yang Meng tried to reason.
Ignoring him, Yang Feng turned to Xia Ying. "How are the strawberries in greenhouse three doing?"
These days, he had been busy with the land preparation and hadn't paid much attention to the strawberries. They had switched from watering with gourd water to using a spraying machine, and the results seemed better, perhaps more evenly distributed.
Xia Ying put away the small notebook in her hand and said, "Yeah, they're growing really well, and some have already started blooming."
Hearing that they were growing well, Xia Ying felt relieved. She had covered the strawberry greenhouse with plastic herself.
Yang Meng walked over from behind and said, "Yang Feng, do you want me to give you some straightforward advice?"
"I've already made it clear to you, what more do you want?" Yang Feng replied.
Indeed, Yang Feng didn't want to help. Setting aside the conflicts between their families, even if there were none, he didn't want to stir up trouble with this nosy person.
"Yang Feng, how can you be so heartless? We're relatives, after all," Yang Meng said, resorting to emotional blackmail when reason failed.
"Hmph, relatives? When did you treat me like one? It's laughable," Yang Feng responded.
Since he was young, Yang Feng had been looked down upon by the villagers because his family was poor. During all those years, things had only slightly improved recently.
Yang Meng's face tightened. "Are you really going to let someone die without helping? When I think about the tomatoes at home, my heart starts racing, and I can't help but breathe faster."
Looking at Yang Meng's annoyed face, Yang Feng shrugged indifferently and said, "I can help, but your father needs to come himself. Otherwise, forget about it."
"Yang Feng, don't push it too far!" Yang Meng exploded upon hearing that his father had to come.
Glancing at the furious Yang Meng, Yang Feng sneered, "Go home and think about it. Decide whether your pride or your family's well-being is more important, before I change my mind."
After saying that, he walked into the greenhouse, leaving behind a dumbfounded Yang Meng on the road.
Xia Tian ran over and said, "Brother Feng, what's the use of helping someone like him? If it were me, I'd tell him to get lost."
Xia Ying furrowed her brows and said, "Xia Tian, can't you stop causing trouble? I think Yang Feng did the right thing."
Xia Tian said, "Sis, I think you're too soft-hearted. They treated Yang Feng badly before, and now helping them means he's not smart."
Yang Feng didn't pay much attention to Xia Tian’s words. After all, no matter what, they were still relatives. Even if they no longer had any contact, one couldn't just stand by and let someone die. With so much savings, it was like risking the lives of his own family.
It all depended on whether his uncle was willing to swallow his pride.
Xia Ying put down her work and said, "You're the one with a problem. Can't you see that Yang Feng asked his father to come? It's about maintaining a certain attitude."
Xia Tian furrows his brow in confusion and asks, "Attitude?"
"Yes, exactly. Even if they come to help the villagers, they will still find fault. Now that Yang Feng has brought up this issue, it depends on how Yang Meng plans to handle it," the other person replies.
Suddenly, a motorcycle sound is heard from outside after a few minutes, indicating that Yang Meng has returned.
Looking at the time, realizing it's late, Yang Feng suggests, "Xia Tian, let's pack up and go back for dinner."
"Brother Feng, what delicious food are we having today?" Xia Tian asks.
Xia Ying, who is nearby, slaps Xia Tian and says, "We'll eat whatever is prepared. Stop being so picky."
"Oh, come on. I was just joking with Brother Feng. You're panicking as if it's your own," Xia Tian teases, making Xia Ying blush and roll her eyes.
Watching the two playfully interact, the atmosphere has become livelier ever since Xia Tian arrived. Xia Ying has become more cheerful and less reserved, though she still gets shy when someone comes over.
"I'll make something special for you today at lunch. Let's go!"
Yang Meng, upon returning home found the table set with two cooked dishes. His father sat nearby smoking.
"Dad, didn't I tell you to smoke less?" Yang Meng reminded him.
"Cough cough," his father cleared his throat. "Come and eat quickly. The food is getting cold."
After working for a while, they are indeed hungry. They quickly finished a bowl of rice. Yang Meng says, "Dad, I'm went to find Yang Feng."
Old man Yang squinted his eyes, lifted his glass of wine, and took a sip. Perhaps the drink is too strong as he involuntarily smacked his lips twice.
"Oh," he responded.
Yang Meng looked at his father. "Aren't you going to ask about the outcome?"
He put down his chopsticks. "If he agreed to help, you would have jumped up and down a long time ago. Why do I need to ask?"
A father knows his son best. His son can't hide anything from him and likes to make a fuss about everything.
"You got it wrong this time. Yang Feng agreed to help, but he has a condition," Yang Meng explains.
His father’s eyes brightened upon hearing that Yang Feng is willing to help, but when he hears about the condition, his face fell.
"I knew it. That kid must have some ulterior motive. What's the condition?" he asked.
Yang Meng looked at his father. He has been thinking about how to approach this on his way back.
His impatient father slammed the chopsticks on the table. "Snap."
"Are you going to say it or not?" he demanded.
Startled, Yang Meng quickly responded, "He wants you to personally go and ask him."
With that push, Yang Meng decided to be straightforward and revealed everything to his father.
His father’s eyes widened like eggs, and his old face turned black. "What did you say? Say it again."
Yang Meng, now annoyed as well, retorted, "I said it already, why do I have to say it again. He wants you to go and personally beg him."
With a sharp sound, his father forcefully threw his wine glass, shattering it into pieces, splashing the wine everywhere.
His father trembled with anger, pointing his finger towards the door. "That little brat with his incomplete hair. Who does he think he is? Doesn't he have any respect for his elders?"