C296 No Matter What It's too Late

On the night of the Li father and son's intense conversation, the Fan father and son were not idle either. After dinner, Fan Wengong went to the old courtyard of the Fan family. While comforting his father, he also wanted to discuss a strategy to fight the enemy with his father.

Seeing her son walk in, Wang Fang hurriedly said, "Gongzi, you came at the right time. Quickly advise your father not to be angry over these small matters and ruin his own body. "

At noon today, the moment she saw her husband's gloomy face and angrily walk into the house, Wang Fang understood. At this time, the news of Fan Youmin and Li Manrong's quarrel had already spread throughout the entire village, and everyone knew about it.

When Fan Wengong came, Fan Xuehua brought his younger brother Fan Xueli to Fan Youcai's house. Fan Youmin was smoking quietly in the house, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"Dad, Third Brother Li's move is very vicious. " After a short while, Fan Wengong saw that his father had finished smoking a cigarette. He said unhurriedly, "He wants to cut off our way of making money. "

This morning, Fan Wengong and his wife made a trip to their brother-in-law's house to see their mother-in-law who was sick. In the afternoon, when he returned, he heard about the quarrel between his father and Li Manrong.

From this moment on, Fan Wengong knew that Li Manrong still wanted to make things difficult for the Fan family. Furthermore, each move was more vicious than the last. He pressed forward step by step with the intention of killing the Fan family.

"Since you can see the viciousness of the three young men of the Li family, you should have a way to deal with him. " Fan Youmin glanced at his son and said coldly, "Tell me, how should we deal with this dog bastard. "

Although there had been a huge fight between the father and son a few days ago over the riverbank, the Fan father and son had the same thoughts regarding dealing with Li Man Rong.

Before coming to her father's house, her elder daughter, Fan Caixia, said this. Dad, don't make things difficult for Grandpa again. Grandpa's life wasn't easy either.

Fan Wengong knew that on the issue of not planting riverside lands, his elder daughter's attitude was the exact opposite of his own. He wanted to take it for himself wholeheartedly, but Fan Caixia had an indifferent attitude.

That riverside land was contracted by his grandfather, Fan Youmin. In Fan Caixia's opinion, whoever planted it or not depended entirely on her grandfather's words. It had nothing to do with others.

Fan Wengong agreed with his elder daughter's exhortation. Of course, he also understood that at this time, it was no longer a fight between father and son. Instead, it was a time for solidarity, unity, and cooperation to deal with Li Manrong together.

At this moment, seeing that his father had asked this question, Fan Wengong said without thinking, "Whether others buy the seedlings from the village committee or not, we don't care. But, Dad, we won't buy them. Let's see what else Li Manrong can do.

On the way to his father's house, he had already thought of a solution. Since Li Manrong had shamelessly proposed to let the villagers buy the seedlings provided by the village committee, he wanted to cut off the Fan family's financial path. Then, he should start from here.

Fan Wengong was very clear that in these past few years, on both sides of the Yellow River, those families who wanted to plant the cinnamon had all purchased seedlings from their fathers. In other words, the seedlings that their fathers planted had already obtained the recognition of everyone.

To the Fan family, this was a very advantageous magical equipment to defeat Li Manrong. It was now the market economy era. Whoever had good quality goods, everyone would buy it. No matter how long Li Manrong was the village chief, he could not control it even if he wanted to.

Fan Youmin agreed with his son's idea. At this moment, Li Manrong relied on his status as the village chief to bully others with his power, while he did not buy his account. He only wanted to plant his own flesh and blood, see what this Li family's three brats could do.

Suddenly, he thought of another better idea, and said with a smile, "Gongzi, when the time comes, we will lower the price a little. Every kilogram is one or two cents lower than the seedlings in the village, and it will attract more people to buy it. "

When he said this, his heart was filled with confidence that he would win. In the past few years, planting cinnamon made Fan Youmin earn a sum of money, and at the same time, he tasted the sweetness of technology.

This sweetness was brought by Song Zhantao, a graduate of the Agricultural University. Before he became a staffer of the village, Song Zhantao had been very interested in the 'desert ginseng' like the cinnamon.

Later, according to the unified arrangement of the village government, he became a poverty alleviation worker in the Fan family. At the same time, he also became a technical consultant for Fan Youmin. After a few years of hard work, he developed a new type of meat cicada, which was very popular in the market.

Now, with good seedlings and a lower price, these two powerful magical equipment, Fan Youmin firmly believed that in this battle with Li Manrong, the final victory would definitely belong to him.

"Dad, your idea is very good. " Fan Wengong smiled and said the truth, "Nowadays, whoever has the better goods and the lower price will have the better ones. Who cares if Li Manrong is the village chief or not?"

Thus, following these words, the father and son of the Fan family simultaneously laughed heartily. This pleasant laughter revealed a trace of complacency, but more of confidence.

Just as the father and son reached an agreement and were secretly pleased with themselves, Fan Xuehua returned, followed by Fan Youcai and the bouncing Fan Xueli.

Seeing that his grandfather and second uncle had a pleased smile on their faces, Fan Xuehua couldn't help but ask, "Grandfather, what are you smiling about? Is there something good about it?

He had heard about what had happened today from Godfather Liu, the principal of the elementary school, at Fan Youcai's house. He had no interest in such trivial matters, so he had never made his stance clear.

Fan Xuehua, who had grown up in the county town, seldom returned to the Fan household. He was also unfamiliar with rural life. He had come to his grandfather's house this time mainly for the matter of his younger brother Fan Xueli, so he had to come back.

Now that his mother was dead and his father was mentally ill, Fan Xuehua felt that he understood a lot of things overnight. There was a period of time when he was depressed and frustrated, and also felt that he was very unfortunate.

However, very quickly, he was freed from this suffering. After all, he was only in his twenties and had just graduated from university. His career was also in the process of rising step by step. It was precisely the time when he was young and had great ambitions.

"There's nothing good about it. " Fan Youmin did not want this grandson who had no mother to worry about him anymore. He said as if nothing had happened, "Just now, I made a small joke with your Second Uncle. "

Then, he pulled Fan Xueli into his arms, and his face revealed a thick kind expression. He asked, "Xueli, what good food did your Sixth Master buy for you? Quickly tell grandpa. "

Fan Youmin and Wang Fang had always valued this very clever and mischievous grandson very much. Especially after Duan Xiangmei was killed, they doted on him even more. They were always worried that Fan Xueli would be hurt a little.

A few days ago, Fan Xueli suddenly started crying a few nights ago. He even asked his grandmother, Wang Fang, why hadn't her mother come back to Lan Zhou to give a lecture for a long time?

When she heard this, Wang Fang's heart suddenly tightened. She quickly said that she would be back soon and would wait for a few more days. Fan Youmin also comforted his grandson. When it snowed again in a few days, he would bring him to the river bank to catch wild rabbits and pheasants.

Later on, the old couple discussed for the middle of the night and felt that paper could not cover fire. If they continued to hide it like this, it would not be good for the child. Finally, they unanimously decided to call Fan Xuehua and ask him to come back.

In fact, not only did Fan Youmin and his wife have this idea, even Fan Youcai had this idea a long time ago. However, as the Sixth Master of Fan Xueli, it wasn't appropriate for him to say it out loud.

After hearing the exact news of Fan Wenbin's mental illness, Fan Youcai specially came to his elder brother's house to inquire about his nephew's condition.

Before this, Fan Youcai called Fan Wenbin several times, but he did not get through. He also called to ask Fan Xuehua, and only then did he roughly know some of the situation, which made him, the sixth uncle, very worried.

Fan Wenbin was the pride of the Fan family, and also the symbol that he had been proud of for many years. He was also Fan Youcai, as well as many successful cases that many teachers had used to educate their students.

When the news of Fan Wenbin suddenly having a mental illness spread to the Fan Clan, many people did not believe it, especially Fan Youcai, who felt that it was very absurd. In broad daylight, there was actually someone who dared to slander Fan Wenbin with such unscrupulous means. It was too despicable and shameless.

In his impression, this nephew had a very personal opinion. He was definitely not a person who could not bear the consequences. If his psychological quality was so bad, how could he be the CEO of a listed company?

Not long after, after he had indeed found out the truth of the matter, Fan Youcai let out a long and heavy sigh. He thought to himself, 'People are fragile at times. Even Fan Wenbin, who had experienced great storms and waves, could not avoid it. '

Tonight, just after dinner, Fan Xuehua and his brother walked in. Fan Youcai immediately understood. He ordered his wife to bring Fan Xueli outside to visit. He had something to say to Fan Xuehua in private.

After a very simple introduction of Fan Xueli's situation at school, Fan Youcai paused for a moment, and then asked, How is Fan Wenbin's condition? He doesn't have any hope of recovering.

Fan Xuehua was already used to this question and knew how to answer it. Since his father was hospitalized, there were many people who asked this kind of question. He was very annoyed, but at the same time, he was also a little numb.

Before this, he had almost never dealt with this Sixth Master of his. If it wasn't for his younger brother, Fan Xueli, speaking the truth, he wouldn't have walked into Fan Youcai's house.

Although his father often stayed at home and talked about how his sixth uncle treated him, if it wasn't for his sixth uncle's timely guidance, he might not have been as glorious as Fan Wenbin today.

However, in Fan Xuehua's opinion, these were all old and shabby things. There was no need to keep them in his heart, and there was no need to mention them after others. If he spoke too many times, he would get annoyed.

That night, Fan Xuehua saw Fan Youcai ask about his father's condition. He hesitated for a moment before he told him the details. In the end, he said something else. According to the attending physician, Doctor Shi, it would take some time for him to fully recover.

Seeing that Fan Wenbin's condition had become much more relaxed, and he would be discharged in a few days, Fan Youcai felt that his heart had become much more cheerful. He smiled and began to discuss the matter of Fan Xuehua's gift.

Although the two of them quickly came to an agreement, the problem also came out. Because they both firmly realized that if Fan Youmin and Wang Fang did not agree, the matter would still be very difficult.

Thus, under Fan Xuehua's invitation, Fan Youcai also came to Fan Youmin's house. He wanted to persuade this stubborn big brother to let Fan Xuehua go back to school.

As expected, after hearing Fan Xuehua's thoughts, Fan Youmin exploded on the spot. He stared at the other party and said sternly, "Good boy, if you want to take my learning gift away, I will not agree. "

As he spoke, he hugged Fan Xueli tightly in his arms, as if he was worried that someone would take it away. During this period of time, the grandfather and grandson had gotten along very well. When he came back from school, Fan Xueli followed behind his grandfather and stayed close to him.

At this time, Wang Fang heard her husband's roar and also hurriedly came out of the kitchen. She looked at everyone nervously and asked in a tight voice, "What's wrong, what's wrong? Who wants to take my gift away?"

Seeing this scene, Fan Xuehua's heart could not help but thump. He quickly explained with a smile: "Grandma, I was just discussing with Grandfather whether I can let the gift go back to the city to study?"

"No, no, absolutely not. No one can take my Xueli away. " Wang Fang stood in front of Fan Youmin and protected her little grandson tightly. She shouted in a stern voice, "I want to see who among you dares to make a move. "