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Zheng Dahu found his father and conspired with him to deal with Zheng Nanle.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Laoda waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, don't worry about Er Ya's marriage."
The family had considered marrying Er Ya before, after all, Er Ya was strange, and as long as they married her off, the risk would be on someone else's side and not on their side.
Unexpectedly, Xie Xiaosan married a widow old enough to be his mother. His father was tricked into kissing a young man, and he didn't want to end up naked in bed with a man too.
"Dad, I'm your eldest son. I'll have to take care of you in your old age. Only if I'm doing well can you be doing well." Zheng Dahu lowered his voice, half threatening and half enticing. "Grandpa is willing to spend money to buy Uncle a job, but he's not willing to spend money on me. Don't you have any thoughts on that?"
Zheng Dahu sneered as he recalled how his grandfather had refused to pay for him a job a few days ago.
This illustrates the difference between a son and a grandson.
He keeps all the money his son earns in his own hands, but is unwilling to leave it for his son's son to spend. Who does he plan to leave it for?
For my uncle?
My uncle is living a good life in the city and may not be willing to take him there to enjoy the good life. Just wait and see what will happen to him when he gets old.
Zheng Dahu's eyes were sinister, and he harbored hatred for Old Man Zheng.
He knew very well that his grandfather was very wealthy; the money his second uncle had sent home back then, and the pension he received after his death in the war, were no small sum.
What Zheng Dahu didn't know was that Old Man Zheng didn't actually have that much money. He had spent money to buy Zheng Nanle's life and then paid for Zheng Nanle to build a house, leaving him with only a little over a thousand yuan.
If we spend another eight hundred or a thousand to buy him a job, how will we manage?
Moreover, this money doesn't belong to the eldest son's family, but to the entire Zheng family, so it naturally won't be spent solely on Zheng Dahu.
Most importantly, when Zheng Dahu discussed things with him, he only talked about the Zheng family's contributions and not his returns. All the promises he made were ultimately for him. No matter how eloquently he spoke, the benefits the Zheng family could obtain were negligible.
In other words, Zheng Dahu was still too naive, allowing Old Man Zheng to see through his true nature at a glance and know that giving him the money would be like throwing a meat bun into water.
He naturally refused.
Zheng Dahu was unaware of this. He only knew that he was the eldest grandson of the Zheng family, and that all the family's money would be his in the future. Old Man Zheng had money but was unwilling to let him, the future head of the family, spend it, showing favoritism towards his own son.
Boss Zheng really didn't have any ideas. His younger brother was able to buy a job because he only had a junior high school education, while he was an illiterate man who could barely type. Even if he could buy a job, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
Moreover, as the eldest son, he was obligated to support his parents and could not leave home.
Zheng Dahu choked up.
His own father was such a blockhead. Impatient, he said coldly, "Dad, I'm your son. Are you going to help me or not? If you don't help, you'll lose your daughter-in-law, and your son will lose the chance to go to the city. Dad, can you bear to see your son stay in the countryside for the rest of his life, without a wife, children, or anything?"
"What nonsense about having no wife, no children, and no kids? Your father will find you a good girl."
"I don't want anyone but Peipei. I've already seen the city girls, and I don't even want these village girls anymore!" Zheng Dahu pressed Zheng Laoda. "Can you really bear to see your son all alone for the rest of his life, with no one to carry on the family line?"
Old Master Zheng really couldn't bear it.
Why do they work so hard? Isn't it for their son, and later for their grandson?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but complain about his father. He could buy a job for his younger brother, so why couldn't he buy a job for his son? Was he, the eldest son, really inferior to his younger brother?
“Once Er Ya gets married, her job will be mine, the house Grandpa built for her will be mine, and the new house will be for my younger brother’s wedding. I’ll take the job, and once I settle down in the city, I’ll bring you and Mom over.”
"You and your mother no longer have to work in the fields. You can stroll around the streets every day with your enamel mugs, chat with people, visit the supply and marketing cooperative, and eat at state-run restaurants. Isn't life better than it is now? Don't you want to live such a good life?"
Boss Zheng was madly in love.
Who doesn't want a good life?
“Alright.” Boss Zheng calmed himself down. “We need to plan this slowly and make sure nothing gets out.”
Zheng Nanle was unaware that the Zheng family was causing trouble again. She was taking the last child home when she heard a sharp voice cursing inside a courtyard.
The voice sounded familiar. Zheng Nanle turned her head and recognized that the one who was cursing was her fifth aunt's little cousin, and the one being cursed was Da Ya.
"...Your brother is shameless, what kind of delusions does he have that he wants my mother to give him the job? You're shameless too, you actually seduced the guy my mother introduced me to! My Xu family hasn't wronged you these past few years. You were studying in the county town, and my mother would send you clothes and food from time to time. How can you be so shameless as to seduce your future brother-in-law?"
"You're so thirsty for men, why don't you marry Butcher Zhang from the street ahead? He's strong and will definitely satisfy your little slut..."
The language was foul and offensive.
Zheng Daya wiped away her tears and protested, "I didn't."
She only met him once on the day they were set up, but because he was her younger cousin's boyfriend, she didn't even look at him properly. That's why she didn't recognize him when he contacted her later.
He didn't mention that he had met his younger cousin before, so she assumed he was a stranger.
Zheng Daya ran out of the door feeling wronged, and bumped into Zheng Nanle who had just passed by. Her hand, which was wiping away tears, froze.
Did Er Ya see all of her disheveled state?
Daya's feelings towards Zheng Nanle were complicated. She used to sympathize with Erya, but now she envied Erya. She was jealous of Erya's good life, but she also admired her.
She didn't know what methods Er Ya used to break free from the Zheng family's control and find a job in the county town, but she knew she couldn't do it.
The Zheng family treated Er Ya badly, but they were alright to her. She knew that in the end, she would still listen to her family and choose the man they had chosen for her.
Zheng Nanle calmly nodded to Daya and strode away.
Zheng Daya watched Zheng Nanle's retreating figure, wiped away her tears, and hurriedly left with her head down.
Zheng Nanle was on duty that Sunday and did not go back. Six days later, she returned to Liushan Village at night.
She went to the cowshed first.
The cowshed was quiet; a sweep of spiritual energy revealed that everyone inside was fast asleep.
Zheng Nanle raised her wrist; the watch on her wrist showed 9:10. This watch was a gift from Lu Guangbai. After Zheng Nanle refused the bicycle, he replaced the gift with a watch to celebrate her finding a job.
The watch was a Longines, which, while not as good as an Omega, was still more expensive than the Shanghai brand watch that Zheng Nanle bought. When Zheng Nanle bought the watch, he considered whether he should also buy an expensive one, but after thinking about it, he used all his salary plus bonuses to buy the most suitable one.
It's only 9:10, and they're all asleep?
Zheng Nanle stood outside the cowshed, used his spiritual power to observe Lu Guangbai for a while, and then turned and left.
After half a month of recuperation, Lu Guangbai's facial features became fuller and more rounded. When he lay down to sleep, he truly had a handsome and refined air, as gentle and warm as black jade.
It makes you want to handle it carefully.
Zheng Nanle personally prefers fair-skinned beauties and always feels that dark skin is greasy, like it can't be washed clean, and looks dirty, but she doesn't feel that way about Lu Guangbai's dark face.
Love can truly make people blind.
Zheng Nanle sighed to himself for a moment, then chuckled at his own words.
I entered the courtyard with cheerful steps and saw Daya sitting on a stone bench at the edge of the courtyard, crying.
Daya cried silently, without making a sound, huddled in the shadows. If it weren't for Zheng Nanle, no one would have known that someone was hiding there.
Zheng Nanle thought for a moment and then pretended not to see it.
The next day, Zheng Nanle found out why Da Ya had cried.
A burly, muscular man, over 1.8 meters tall, arrived at the Zheng family's house. He was a full head taller than the tallest man in the Zheng family. He stood out like a crane among chickens in the Zheng family's courtyard.
Daya sat in the courtyard, forcing a smile.
The eldest son and his wife served the man tea attentively, but he glanced at it and refused to drink it, showing his disdain.
His gaze swept back and forth over Daya, and he said arrogantly, "You have a rural household registration, so I have to support you forever, and I'll have to support any children you have in the future."
His face was full of disdain, but his eyes were fixed on Da Ya's exquisite curves, and he couldn't look away.
Daya's forced smile was hard to maintain.
Zheng Dahu looked at him and said with a grin, "Brother Zhang, Da Ya is hardworking and capable. She'll definitely manage your home affairs perfectly, and the children will be well-fed and healthy."
The man looked at Da Ya with an ambiguous expression, neither able to say whether he was willing nor unwilling.
Old Mr. Zheng and Old Mrs. Zheng did not look very well.
The man came to their door to look at Daya, but the eldest brother hadn't informed them beforehand. He only mentioned last night that someone would be coming to look at Daya tomorrow, which was considered a notification. This made the two of them very unhappy.
The eldest son's actions, bypassing the two elders, made them feel that their authority had been challenged.
Hearing the door open, everyone in the yard looked over.
The man's gaze fell on Zheng Nanle's face, and his eyes lit up.
Zheng Nanle has no worries about food and drink, and has been taking traditional Chinese medicine to nourish herself. Now her complexion is rosy and her blood is abundant. Just looking at her, you can feel that she is very healthy. Moreover, she is not yet eighteen years old, full of youthful vigor, and her skin is so delicate that it looks like jade in the sunlight.
Her eyebrows were delicate and long, her eyes were upright and clear, and her eyes sparkled with life. Even though she had just woken up and her cheeks still had sleep marks, and her hair was tied up haphazardly, she stood there with outstanding temperament, as beautiful as a painting.
Da Ya has a gentle and reserved personality. Before meeting Zheng Nanle, I thought she was quite nice, but once Zheng Nanle appeared, Da Ya paled in comparison and became less attractive.
Zheng Nanle's characteristics are simply too flamboyant and obvious, like the only bright spot in a gray and dull painting.
The man looked at Zheng Dahu, who smiled knowingly.
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