"Third brother, could you please call the clan leader and Dazhuzi for me?"

Li immediately sensed something was wrong. What was the old man planning to do?

"Are you delirious from your illness? Why are you calling for the clan chief now? If you're sick and want to see Dazhuzi, just have the maid go and fetch him."

Zhao Dayong closed his eyes. What was that girl doing out there? Wandering around the village with a face that had been beaten beyond recognition, did she think she wasn't ashamed enough?

"Third brother, I beg you."

He had long lost face in the village, so he didn't care about continuing to lose face; he just wanted to deal with his wayward son first.

"Okay, go and call someone."

"yes!"

Zhao Dashu was really afraid that his second brother was dying. He always felt that something was strange about his mother's place, since everyone who moved in was half-dead.

No, my second sister-in-law is still full of energy; it seems she's the toughest one.

"Old man, what exactly do you want?"

She was very anxious and couldn't feel at ease until she got the facts straight. "You mustn't do anything foolish. Dazhu is already pitiful living alone in the old house. He can't take any more shocks. Old man, he's your own son, the eldest son who will break the pot for you in the future."

Zhao Dayong closed his eyes and smashed the basin?

If we don't get rid of this wicked son soon, he might really need to break the pot soon so he can reunite with his parents.

The clan chief and Dazhuzi came together, but neither of them knew what had happened. When they went to call their servants, they were told that the second master had fainted at home and had vomited blood.

They all thought Zhao Dayong was beyond saving.

The clan chief couldn't understand why he was suddenly in such a bad state. He was perfectly fine yesterday. How could he be vomiting blood?

Could something serious have happened again?

"Why didn't you call Da Wen? Quick, go and call him too!"

Passing by Zhao Dawen's house, I noticed that the servants hadn't called for anyone, so the clan chief went to call them himself. In case things didn't go well, my elder brother would at least see them one last time. He must have forgotten in his haste.

Wang and Zhao Dawen stared wide-eyed. Just because they asked for six and a half taels of silver, their second brother had angered them to death? Was he really that stingy? That money was rightfully theirs.

Why would I give it to him? How could that be?

Are you asking them to come over and confront us now? They won't take the blame; no matter what, they're not wrong.

Wang was speechless. Who could understand this? They wanted their own money back and even caused someone's death. This was an outrageous attempt to extort money.

When they get to the second son's house, she will definitely have a good talk with him and advise him to be kinder.

Everyone gathered at Zhao Dayong's house. Li Shi was exasperated; why were so many people here? They weren't welcome!

She saw her eldest son trying hard to signal to him to leave, not to stay. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, her son didn't seem to understand.

"Dayong, what's wrong with you?"

The clan chief was terrified to see him lying there, pale-faced, looking like he was barely alive.

Is this house unlucky? Why does something bad happen to everyone who lives here?

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

"You're vomiting blood and you're still fine? Dayong, tell your uncle the truth, what's wrong with your health?"

Wang and Zhao Dawen exchanged bewildered glances. Just for six and a half taels of silver? He's really making himself furious.

"My health wasn't good to begin with. When I came back just now, I found that Dazhu had beaten the maid. Li Shi asked the maid to cook for him, and he beat her up. I was so angry."

Upon hearing this, the clan chief's face immediately turned cold. He glanced at the girl in the corner and said, "Raise your head and come a little closer."

He is old and his eyesight is not very good.

The little girl looked up and heard gasps of shock throughout the room. The blows were brutal; her face was now a swollen mess.

"Dazhuzi, did you hit her? She's your own sister, why did you hit her like that?"

Dazhuzi finally understood what his mother meant. But it was too late; he couldn't leave now.

He forced himself to look up, opened his mouth, and could only stiffly say, "My parents sent me back to the old house, and I'm not happy about it."