"Son, our Ma family will be counting on you from now on."
One son can bring glory to the family, two sons can elevate it to another level, three sons can elevate it two levels further, and four sons...?
Mr. Ma dared not dream of such things, but he knew that better days were drawing ever closer.
"Dad, I will definitely not let you down."
Lowering his eyes, Ma Facai said in a low voice, not wanting to see his father's loving expression.
In the past two days, he has seen through Ma's father's true colors. When he's useful, he's like a son; when he's not, he won't even leave him a bite to eat.
Thinking of food, Ma Facai felt his stomach growling with hunger.
"Dad, look how much money we made today! How about we go out for a nice meal? You have some important business to attend to tonight!"
Mr. Ma wasn't too happy that his son was spending all his newly earned money; he was still hoping to save up for a son.
Upon hearing the second half of Ma Facai's sentence, Ma's father realized it made sense. He had important business to attend to that night and needed to eat something good to nourish himself.
Let's go!
Walking ahead, Ma's father stood ramrod straight, his head held high like a victorious rooster. Ma Facai followed behind, cursing under his breath, and only felt a little better after touching the money he had hidden away.
That's enough. Consider this meal as repayment for the kindness Ma's father showed him in the past; that's all.
They had a good meal at the restaurant, and both Ma Facai and his father were so full they could hardly contain themselves. There was still some soup left on the table.
Thinking of his mother at home, Ma Facai, in a fit of kindness, decided to pack up the leftovers and take them back to her.
He still needs to use the horse's mother, so he can't fall out with anyone. Before his hand is fully healed, he must do what he's supposed to do.
Ma's father pretended not to see Ma Facai packing up the leftovers; after all, it was just some soup broth, things they didn't want, so it was fine for Ma's mother to eat.
Back home, neither Mr. Ma nor Ma Facai tacitly told Mrs. Ma about making money.
Ma's mother sat and stared at the soup that Ma Facai had brought back for a long time.
Ma Facai went to sleep as soon as he got back, while his father continued grinding black balls in the yard. She was the only one in the main room.
The empty main room was really disheartening. Ma's mother thought that if it were before, Ma Facai would have been happy to bring back even just a word of concern, let alone bring back some soup.
But now, Ma's mother couldn't express what she was thinking.
She went out to work early in the morning. Ma Facai and Ma Fa never asked her where she worked, so they naturally didn't know she was collecting garbage at the train station.
She saw Ma Facai and his father making money, and she also saw them going to a restaurant to eat.
She knew better than anyone how the broth was made.
For the first time, Ma's mother threw away the things Ma Facai had given her and ate the white rice she had prepared for Ma's father by herself.
The grains are distinct yet soft and chewy, it's so delicious! Unlike whole grains, which can be choking and taste awful.
As she ate, tears streamed down Ma's face, her heart growing colder, her eyes filled with deep despair and desolation.
In the following days, Ma Facai and his father continued to sell articles at the train station, spending their earnings on good food. Ma's mother pretended not to know anything, except that she only prepared dinner for herself.
After another day at the train station, Ma Facai and his father only earned a little over ten yuan. Previously, they had earned at least thirty yuan a day; clearly, ten yuan wasn't enough to satisfy Ma Facai's appetite.
"Dad, let's go somewhere else."
When Ma Facai got home that evening, he made the suggestion, and his father thought about it and agreed.
He's also thinking about having a few more sons; ten yuan a day is too little. When will he have the money?
The next day, Ma Facai and Ma Fa went to the supply and marketing cooperative building. There were far fewer people there than at the train station, but it was true that the people there were much wealthier.
Those who take the train aren't necessarily rich, but those who come to the supply and marketing cooperative building are definitely rich.
Before the stall was even set up, people started to gather around and watch.
"A genius's article."
The visitor, out of curiosity, casually pulled out two cents and gave them to Ma Facai and his father. Two cents wasn't much to them; a simple trip to the supply and marketing cooperative cost them more than two cents.
As usual, take that piece of paper and look at it.
After only one glance, the visitor put the paper down, his face filled with disdain.
Recording a marriage notice was even more terrifying than foot binding. Foot binding was an act that was difficult to resist, as an individual's power was too weak.
But what's in front of us is nothing short of an insult.
They even recorded a "marriage" notice. What's wrong with that? Is getting a wife so high-class now that you need to score her?
The person glanced at it casually, then threw the paper down. Disgusting stuff.
Ma Facai and his father were somewhat puzzled. Why was this person different from the people at the train station? They weren't shocked at all.
This is a genius article!
One person came to see, and soon the rest of the people came too. Most of them had a similar reaction to the first person, with an undisguised contempt.
"Dad, what is this 'marriage' notice? I've only ever heard of getting an acceptance letter when you get into university, I've never heard of needing an acceptance letter to marry someone!"
The child's voice was incredibly loud; not only did the father hear it, but everyone passing by also heard it.
In an instant, all eyes turned to Ma's father and Ma Facai.
"Dad, why aren't you saying anything? Did I say something wrong? Dad, the teacher said that it's good to ask questions when you have problems. Why aren't you answering me?"
The child's father was incredibly embarrassed; to be honest, it was the first time he'd ever encountered something like this.
Recording a marriage notice is truly unprecedented and unheard of.
“Baby, they have a problem with their thinking. We can’t learn from their bad ideas.”
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