Chapter 63: Partiality
Before Dong Fuyun returned home, the Dong family had already had a quarrel.
It was mentioned before that the reason why Wang Sumei asked her stepson to pay more money was that she did laundry, cooking and housework for the eldest wife's family of three at home for free, and Dong Hongfu paid her 30 yuan living expenses as a fee for her labor.
Now that Dai Ying is unemployed, she can now help with housework with Wang Sumei. Wang Sumei is Dong Hongfu's stepmother, and when she married into the family, Dong Hongfu was already an adult, so she couldn't really be considered the one who raised him.
Now that she doesn't have to work, the eldest wife is naturally unwilling to pay for her living expenses.
Wang Sumei is Liu Qiang's biological mother, so naturally he should raise her.
Dong Hongfu's argument was well-reasoned, and Liu Qiang couldn't refuse. However, he was unwilling to pay Old Dong's share of living expenses. His family of four, plus his mother Wang Sumei, each had to pay thirty yuan, a total of one hundred and fifty yuan.
If we give Mr. Dong another 20 yuan for living expenses, he will have to pay 170 yuan a month, which is too much pressure.
And as Dong Hongfu said, Wang Sumei is his biological mother and should be raised by him. Old Dong is Dong Hongfu's biological father, so naturally Dong Hongfu should bear more of Old Dong's living expenses.
After hearing this, Dong Hongfu and Dai Ying were also unhappy.
After all, Liu Qiang was only twelve or thirteen years old when he came to the Dong family. It was Old Dong who raised him, married him off and had children for him. More importantly, Old Dong also gave his job to Liu Qiang.
The Dong family has done their utmost to treat his non-blood-related stepson.
It is only natural for Liu Qiang to provide for Mr. Dong in his old age.
Therefore, Liu Qiang should still pay for Old Dong's 20 yuan living expenses. Liu Qiang also felt that although Dong Hongfu did not inherit Old Dong's job, he used the most financial resources in the family, and no one could compare to him, so naturally he should pay more for his retirement.
Neither side could convince the other, and they started arguing over who should pay the extra ten dollars.
Old Dong's face was as black as ink. He had been a respectable man all his life, but he never expected that in his old age, he would be despised like this.
But he couldn't afford to offend either of these two parties.
One was his eldest son, the heir to his family line, so he couldn't bear to blame him. The other was his stepson, so it was hard to blame him. Furthermore, he had a step-wife, and for Wang Sumei's sake, he couldn't be too partial to his eldest son, lest his step-wife get into trouble with him.
Just then, Dong Fuyun came back, looking wet.
As if a fully inflated barrel of explosives suddenly found an outlet, a group of people spontaneously pointed their spearheads at Dong Fuyun.
First, Wang Sumei asked: "Youngest, I heard your stall business is doing pretty well recently?"
Dong Fuyun glanced at Wang Sumei and said nothing.
Wang Sumei continued, "Prices have gone up again recently. A pound of meat used to cost a few cents, but now it costs several yuan. Twenty yuan a month for living expenses is really not enough, and there's also the issue of your father and I providing for our retirement..."
Dong Fuyun remained silent.
Retirement, what kind of retirement? I didn’t say it at the beginning. The old man’s work was handed over to Liu Qiang, so he should also be responsible for his retirement in the future?
Why are you talking about this now?
Seeing that Dong Fuyun didn't respond, Wang Sumei was a little angry.
After a pause, Wang Sumei continued, "When you were young, your two brothers didn't bother with you. Now you are twenty-six years old, and it's time for you to take on responsibilities. Look, shouldn't you bring back some more money now?"
Dong Fuyun raised his head and glanced at Wang Sumei, then turned his gaze to his father Dong Changzhi.
Old Dong turned his eyes away, looked at the sky and the ground without saying a word.
Dong Fuyun knew that his father agreed with what his stepmother said.
He looked at his eldest brother Dong Hongfu again, "Brother, what do you say?"
Dong Hongfu coughed and said with a guilty conscience, "Youngest, I think what Auntie said makes sense. In the past, your eldest sister-in-law and I both had jobs, and I took care of the living expenses that you refused to pay, as well as Dad's retirement.
But now your sister-in-law is unemployed, and I'm the only one earning money, and the whole family has to spend it. I'm under a lot of pressure. You're making a lot of money selling things on the street, so you should pay more."
Dong Fuyun: "Then how much do you think I should hand over?"
"Eight, eight—" Facing Dong Fuyun's mocking gaze, Dong Hongfu changed his words: "Sixty."
He took a step back.
Of the sixty yuan paid by the youngest brother, thirty yuan is his own living expenses, twenty yuan of the remaining thirty yuan is considered as the living expenses of the boss, and the remaining ten yuan is the youngest brother's filial piety to him!
After all, he had given ten yuan to the youngest brother before.
In this way, the family of three will only have to spend 80 yuan per month on living expenses.
Stress is reduced immediately.
I believe Liu Qiang would not object. After all, in this way, he only has to pay ten dollars.
Dong Hongfu's calculations were very good, but he didn't consider Dong Fuyun's thoughts.
Dong Fuyun wanted to sneer.
"Sixty. This is throwing all the old man's living expenses on me."
Dong Fuyun looked at Old Dong again, "Dad, what do you mean?"
The old boss said, "Youngest, your eldest brother has a point. Your sister-in-law is unemployed and things are not going as smoothly as they used to be. Now that you've made some money, it's only natural for brothers to help each other."
Dong Fuyun stood up and said, "Old man, you are really a good father to Dong Hongfu and Liu Qiang."
Dong Changzhi's face flushed red: "Dong Fuyun, how can you talk like that! I am your biological father."
"You also know that you are my biological father." Dong Fuyun sneered, "But what have you done for me as a biological father?" When he was a child, he lived at the hands of his stepmother, starving one meal a day, not to mention that he didn't have enough to eat or wear warm clothes.
After all, I'm grown up now, it's hard to bring up the past.
But what about the big things in life?
"Mom gave my job to my eldest son, and the family savings were used to help him marry a wife and raise a son. Okay, you could say it's because my mom was pitiful and died early, and only my eldest son is old enough to inherit her job. What about you?"
"You gave your job to your stepson, and used your savings to help him marry a wife and raise a son and daughter, but you never considered me. There are three rooms in the house, one for you, one for the eldest son, and one for the stepson.
As for me, I have nothing. I'm 26 years old, still single, and sleep on the living room floor." He twisted his wet clothes and said, "I'll come back to change clothes and borrow your room."
Dong Changzhi's face turned red, then blue, then blue and then white: "Are you blaming me?"
"I worked so hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me now? Do you want to boil me in a pot, suck out my marrow, and drain my blood? I'm telling you, I raised you this old, and now you should take care of me when I'm old!"
Dong Fuyun felt quite bored.
He walked to the cabinet where he kept his bedding, took out his clothes and bedding, threw them on his back, turned around and was about to leave.
"Where are you going?" Old Dong knocked the ground hard with his crutch.
"I can't stay here anymore." Dong Fuyun grinned and walked away.
After taking two steps, he turned around again, took out ten yuan from his pocket and slapped it on the table: "I am more than one son of the old man. I can't support the eldest son and the stepson, and then rely on me, the youngest son who got nothing, for his retirement.
Here's ten dollars, enough for the old man to spend for ten days. For the remaining twenty days, you two families can discuss it among yourselves, without telling me. I won't be coming back to live here anymore, so you don't have to worry about this little money in my pocket."
Dong Fuyun finished speaking and added sarcastically, "I'm not like you guys. I don't have old men to help me. I still have to work hard to save money to buy a house and save up for the betrothal gift to marry a wife!"
Dong Fuyun dropped a big thunder and the man left.
The people left in the room looked at each other in shock.
Everyone understood that even if Dong Fuyun only paid twenty yuan a month for living expenses, they would still be making a profit. After all, unlike other people who ate three meals a day at home, Dong Fuyun was out all year round and probably ate at home twenty times a month.
It was just a few times, so he wouldn't spend that much money. And he would occasionally buy a roast duck or a roast chicken to supplement his meal.
Now that he is gone, I am afraid I won’t be able to think about these benefits.
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