Chapter 133 His father was his last lifeline (1/2)

The sky was bright.

Yan Yu and his group arrived at the place where the irrigation canal was being dug.

The riverbed is already dry in winter, making it the perfect time for dredging and reinforcement.

This task is crucial for the irrigation of the entire brigade after the start of spring, so no one dares to neglect it.

The cold wind felt like a knife cutting my face; it was dry and painful.

The mud in the riverbed was mixed with ice shards and frozen as hard as stone.

Chen Weidong took off his cotton-padded coat, leaving only a single layer of clothing, and the white breath he exhaled instantly froze into frost.

He swung the pickaxe wide, held his breath, and smashed it down!

"clang!"

It only left a faint white dot on the frozen ground.

"Hey!"

He refused to believe it, his arm muscles bulged, and he slapped hard again.

Yan Yu was assigned to Chen Weidong's group, along with Zhao Weiguo, Chen Siming, and Gu Jinzhou.

He glanced around the throng of people, but when he didn't see Yu Hao and his two eyesores, he didn't even flinch.

He picked up a shovel and silently walked to the very edge of the river.

I understand it perfectly well.

That brat Yu Hao, he was kicked out yesterday, he's probably gone to the cowshed to cry to his aunt.

Given Yu Meijuan's protective and exasperated nature, it would be strange if she didn't give Yu Hao a thorough dressing-down.

Are you still able to get up and go to work today?

Then the sun would have to rise in the west.

Serves them right.

Yan Yu snapped out of his thoughts; he had more important things to do.

Last night, he accidentally discovered that when he practiced his cultivation technique in the extremely cold environment, his lightning-type supernatural power showed signs of loosening, as if it had been activated by the severe cold.

He must become stronger.

He was strong enough to protect his little girl completely, allowing her to do whatever she wanted in this world, without any fear of the law.

He subtly attached a wisp of lightning to the tip of the shovel, making it appear as if he were simply shoveling it down casually.

"Crack—"

A crisp cracking sound.

He easily turned over a large chunk of the frozen soil, which was as hard as iron, leaving a smooth and clean cut.

Zhao Weiguo, who was standing next to him, almost popped his eyes out.

"Yan Zhiqing, your strength... is terrifying!"

Yan Yu didn't even lift his eyelids, just grunted a "hmm" through his nose as a response, but his hands didn't stop moving.

In his eyes, all of this was just a warm-up exercise so he could go back earlier to make her lunch.

...

Meanwhile, at the commune post office.

Yu Hao gripped the cold microphone tightly, his palms covered in sticky, cold sweat.

He came alone today and was too ashamed to bring Yu Siyuan along.

The moment he closed his eyes, all he could see were his aunt's eyes, filled with disappointment and anger, and his uncle's icy question: "Did you bring him to this godforsaken place because you thought he had too much time on his hands?!"

Those words, each one burning red, were branded deeply onto his heart.

He was wrong.

He personally blocked his cousin's only way out.

Yan Yu is right; he has to take responsibility for the stupid things he did.

He didn't dare call his grandfather. That wouldn't be asking for help; that would be turning himself in. His grandfather would break his legs.

He dared not call his mother, who was the head of the armed forces department. He had no doubt that his mother could come all the way from Beijing and twist his legs into a pretzel.

After thinking it over, he realized that his father was his last lifeline.

"……Hello?"

A calm and gentle male voice came from the other end of the phone, with the clanging and banging noise characteristic of the workshop in the background.