"Uncle Han, do you remember how many days I've been here?"
Upon hearing this, Manager Han stopped in his tracks and sighed, "Almost twenty days, I suppose."
"Uncle Han, I miss my mother, my wife, and my son and daughter," Old Huang said, covering his face.
"This," Steward Han hesitated, "how about I have someone send a message to your family?"
“It’s no use,” Old Huang said, feeling an indescribable bitterness spreading from the tip of his tongue to his heart, and his eyes stinging. “If they were willing to come, they would have come long ago.”
As she spoke, she began to sob.
My brothers don't want me, my mother doesn't want me, and my wife doesn't want me either.
I don't want anyone...
"Hey," Steward Han walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Your family is probably busy with corvée labor right now and didn't think of it for a moment."
“You don’t understand,” Old Huang shook his head, “Our family never performs corvée labor. No matter how hard or difficult things get, we’ll borrow money to pay it off.”
"That's a waste of money," Manager Han said with a strange look. "Strange, how did you brothers manage to get married?"
With only four taels of silver a year, even the strongest laborers in the family couldn't earn that much. After deducting expenses, there was practically nothing left to save.
It's amazing that none of the three brothers remained single; they all married.
"Why not?" Old Huang was taken aback. "Is it that hard to get a wife?"
“That’s nonsense,” Steward Han said, at a loss for words. “I just don’t believe there aren’t any bachelors in your village.”
"some."
There are quite a lot!
Many people are not engaged at twenty, but he was already a father for several years when he was twenty.
"You have a good mother," Manager Han said with a hint of envy. "Get back to work and stop arguing with you."
The more you talk about it, the more sour it gets.
No matter how harsh a mother is on her son, she still raised him to adulthood and helped him get married. No matter what, it's always for the good of her son.
His mother kicked him out to be an apprentice when he was seven or eight years old, and started asking him for retirement money when he was thirty. Forget about getting a wife for himself, he should be grateful if she didn't empty her own savings to subsidize his younger brother.
He even felt sorry for that kid? Bah, what's there to feel sorry for?
In comparison, I am the one who is more miserable.
The more Manager Han thought about it, the more he felt sorry for himself!
"Uncle Han," Boss Huang stopped him, "I still have something to say."
"What did you say?" Steward Han asked impatiently. "Speak."
"Uncle Han, I'd like to go out for a bit?"
"Going out for a while? Where to?"
After much hesitation, Boss Huang decided to tell the truth: "The government office."
"What?" Steward Han couldn't believe his ears. "You're going to the yamen?"
This guy, is he thinking of reporting me to the authorities?
That won't do!
Isn't this just ripping off Juquanlou to death?
The more he thought about it, the more wary Manager Han became.
Although they have indeed gone too far lately, they are following the instructions of the mother. There is no reason for them to get themselves involved in this mother-daughter feud.
“Hmm,” Boss Huang nodded, “We’re looking for someone.”
When he first saw Lai Zi dressed in black, he could hardly believe it. But after encountering him several more times and observing him carefully, he was certain that he had not mistaken him for someone else.
It's definitely my brother Lai Zi.
However, he didn't tell anyone about this.
"Who?" Steward Han asked tentatively. "Could it be the county magistrate?"
This guy, is he really planning to report me to the authorities?
Manager Han was startled by his own guess.
Their Juquanlou isn't a gambling den; they can't really lock people up and prevent them from leaving.
As for those intimidating debts, they must not be spread, otherwise people will really think that Juquanlou is a shady business.
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