roccoschili Chapter 896 Smoke Him to Death
Chapter 896 Smoke Him to Death
He always had the habit of warming himself by the fire, and Fang Qing went to the same shop where she bought the charcoal last winter.
When I got back, I lit the charcoal stove, and a piece of charcoal that wasn't fully burned started up a whole room full of smoke.
The smell of smoke made Old Zhang cough violently, which startled Fang Qing so much that she quickly moved the charcoal stove outside.
"Dad, are you feeling any better?"
Old Zhang coughed for quite a while before he stopped.
"Hey, much better. The quality of this year's carbon is not good. How much is it per kilogram?"
"Same as last year, no price increase. I'll be more careful next time I light the fire and pick up the pieces that aren't fully cooked."
"Ah."
The carbon incident is over, but the fact that the smoke worsened Lao Zhang's cough served as a reminder to Fang Qing.
When Yang Guangzong came home from get off work that evening, she told him about it.
"You mean, Old Zhang's cough got worse when he was warming himself by the fire?"
Fang Qing nodded. "He has lung cancer. I understand that. He has to quit smoking. He can't smoke at all."
"I know Old Zhang quit smoking a long time ago. Are you saying this because you want to suffocate him with the smoke from the charcoal stove?"
"I did have that plan, but he can see the smoke if it's too obvious; he's not blind. But if it's not obvious, the effect will definitely be minimal."
Yang Guangzong narrowed his eyes. "So what do you mean?"
"I want to give him double insurance."
Yang Guangzong: "What do you mean?"
“I’ll smoke him with the smoke from the stove, you smoke him with the smoke people smoke.”
Yang Guangzong: "..."
Fang Qing is a really wicked woman; she's trying to suffocate Old Zhang, but she'll drag herself down with her.
"Why would I smoke? I quit smoking when you sold me to the illegal mine."
“You can smoke again. How many men don’t smoke these days? Bring back one or two first, and say someone gave them to you. Then you can buy more yourself. That should make sense, right?”
Yang Guangzong understood that if he didn't help in the matter of suffocating Old Zhang, Fang Qing certainly wouldn't help either.
The two of them worked together... Alright, that way they're like grasshoppers tied to the same rope, neither of them can escape, and neither can Fang Qing, so they can both feel at ease.
"Okay, let's do it."
He didn't want to die, but Old Zhang just wouldn't die, and he really had no other choice.
So Yang Guangzong started smoking. After a few cigarettes, Old Zhang asked, "Didn't you say you were quitting smoking? Why are you smoking again?"
Yang Guangzong said, "I don't want to smoke either, but it's hard to get along with people if I don't smoke. When I take on a job, I have to offer cigarettes to others, and they have to offer me cigarettes too. If I accept them or not, people will look down on me."
Old Zhang introduced him to this job, and Old Zhang knew it all too well.
Among the men doing hard labor, they would pass the time by smoking and chatting during breaks.
Non-smokers can't get easy jobs.
However, his third sister said that when he came to visit, they would introduce Yang Guangzong to a decent job.
Now... never mind, what man doesn't smoke? If he gets cancer from smoking in the future, that's his fate.
I'm not going to think about what will happen decades from now.
"Go ahead and smoke, but don't smoke too much in one day, or you'll end up like me."
Yang Guangzong glanced at Old Zhang, then nodded.
"Yeah, I only smoke one pack every two or three days."
So whenever he got off work, Yang Guangzong would sit on the bed with Lao Zhang and watch TV together.
Old Zhang didn't understand any of this. He only knew that the doctor told him not to smoke, but he didn't know that secondhand smoke was more harmful than firsthand smoke.
Then there was the charcoal stove for smoking, so they were constantly surrounded by smoke and fire.
They were worried that Old Zhang wouldn't die, so Fang Qing even set up a charcoal grill for barbecue.
I bought some meat skewers and set them up by his bedside to grill for him, and let him grill them himself.
“Dad, didn’t you complain the other day that you were useless? Why don’t you try grilling meat? You can definitely do it.”
When someone has been idle for too long, they'll definitely want to do something within their capabilities.
Besides, once the stove is lit and the meat skewers are ready, he just needs to flip them over.
For Lao Zhang, this wasn't work; it was just having fun.
He felt that Fang Qing was considerate and filial; she even let him grill meat to eat by himself so he wouldn't be bored.
The fumes made Old Zhang cough incessantly, but he enjoyed grilling and eating them immensely.
Of course, Fang Qing also cared about him, saying, "Dad, if you're tired, just lie down. I'll grill it, and you can eat it right away."
"No need, I can't do heavy work, but I can certainly grill some meat skewers. Leave them all, I'll grill them."
Old Zhang was coughing as he grilled, which made Fang Qing feel extremely disgusted.
Oh well, he'll eat it all by himself anyway.
The next day, when Lao Zhang's third sister came to visit him, she could still smell the lingering aroma of roasted meat in the house.
"Hey bro, what are you doing in there? Why does it smell like barbecue?"
Old Zhang chuckled and said, "You can tell by the smell of barbecue. I'm feeling uncomfortable lying in bed all day, and I want to do something, but my body isn't up to it. Fang Qing was worried I'd be bored, so she skewered some meat for me to grill."
"Did you bake it yourself?"
"Hmm, I baked it myself? Third Sister, do I look alright?"
The old lady didn't understand either; she just wanted to make people happy.
The doctors said there's no cure, we should just live one day at a time.
Let him do whatever makes him happy, let him eat whatever he wants.
A good mood might be more effective than medicine.
"Sure, of course it can be! You look fine. Take your medicine and get proper treatment; you might just be able to recover."
These were just words to comfort Lao Zhang, and Lao Zhang understood them, but he didn't point them out.
The two chatted for a while before the old lady was about to leave.
When I went outside, I saw Fang Qing still washing clothes. In the middle of winter, her hands were frozen red.
She thought this daughter-in-law was good. Even though the son wasn't her biological child, the couple had done so well, which was no worse than having a biological son.
After thinking for a moment, he took off a gold ring from his hand and gave it to her.
Fang Qing looked completely bewildered. "Third Aunt, what's going on...?"
"Take it."
Fang Qing deliberately declined, saying, "Third Aunt, I can't accept it."
The old lady forcefully shoved the object into her hand, saying, "Take it if I tell you to. As long as you take good care of my brother, you'll get your share of the benefits."
Fang Qing then accepted it.
After the old lady had walked away, she put the ring in her mouth and bit it to make sure it was real before she laughed out loud.
It's a tiny little ring, probably only a gram or two.
The monetary value is secondary; the key point is that this is Fang Qing's first piece of gold jewelry in her life.
Fang Qing happily put it into her possession.
Unfortunately, she only cares about her own interests. She only listened to what others told her to take care of, and ignored their subsequent instructions to look after Lao Zhang.
The two continued to let Old Zhang live a life filled with smoke and fire, and before they knew it, the New Year arrived, and the weather grew colder and colder.
Old Zhang caught a cold again after being exposed to the fumes for two or three months.
A common cold is nothing to worry about for most people, but for Lao Zhang, it's a life-threatening cold.
Old Zhang's illness became so severe that he was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.
Of course, Lao Zhang's third sister was also notified.
Because we had agreed that I should call her if there were any problems.