Old Li tried to speak up, saying the money was for buying a job for Li Laosi; five yuan was already a large sum, and he wouldn't have given a single penny if he hadn't been desperate.
There are no examples of fathers buying their sons' houses; it's so shameful to even talk about it.
"Dad, go and ask which family is willing to sell to you, and who you should buy it from."
Five yuan, enough to give to a beggar. Even a thatched hut costs five yuan, but this is a big brick house.
"Boss, Second Brother and they're both your brothers, can you...?"
"A brother who wants my father's life?"
Old Man Li hadn't finished his tearful plea when he was interrupted by Li Yiyi's questioning, childlike voice—his words were truly unpleasant to hear.
"Father, is he the brother who will take your life?"
Following Li Yiyi's words, the eldest brother and the youngest brother seemed to be asking out of genuine curiosity, and it wasn't intentional at all.
“Dad, if you want to buy, we’ll give you a fair price: twenty yuan per room. If you want it, buy it; if not, Li Lao Er and the others can move out. I won’t force you.”
"Dad, isn't twenty yuan too little?"
[Twenty yuan per room, four main rooms in total, only eighty yuan. The kitchen and main room add another forty yuan. That's far too little.]
"Dad, please take more."
Li Yiyi pushed Li Laoda with her little hands, dissatisfied with the price.
Li Laoda: A money-grubbing daughter, twenty yuan a room is already quite a lot.
Li Laoda grasped Li Yiyi's small hand in his large one, silently rejecting her suggestion. A knife must be sharpened slowly; it's only painful to cut flesh when it's dull.
If Old Man Li won't separate the family, then let's just cook it all together in one big pot!
"Fifteen per room."
"Twenty-five."
Old Man Li wanted a low price, but Old Man Li insisted on taking it or leaving it; his house was there, he wasn't worried about finding buyers.
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