That was all Yang Erbao had to say; he didn't want to say anything more.
He's not feeling well himself right now, and with all the things that's happened recently, he's in a bad mood. Today, while he was working, everyone was looking at him strangely, and they were probably saying nasty things behind his back without him knowing.
He simply didn't have the energy to care about his precious child anymore.
Guai Bao could see his reluctance and felt that her second uncle was heartless. "Second Uncle, I'm fine. I'm so sorry, Second Uncle. Because of me, you and Aunt separated, and my older brother and sister... I went to apologize to them today, but they don't want to forgive me."
Upon hearing this, Yang Erbao inevitably thought of those people again, and also of the way those brats had looked at him earlier.
Those brats had resentment in their eyes. Don't think he didn't see it; what did they have to resent? They were disobedient and ungrateful!
"Don't talk about them anymore. From now on, they have nothing to do with our family. Don't apologize to them either. They're just a bunch of ingrates."
Grandma Yang brought in chicken soup. Hearing her son's words, she finally felt a little relieved. "You know that's good. Don't associate with them anymore. I want to see how well they can live. How much did you earn today?"
"Eight coins, I bought a sesame seed cake for one coin."
Yang Erbao gave the remaining seven coins to the old lady. The old lady said, "Don't buy any more tomorrow. I'll bring you some vegetable dumplings. You can eat what you have at home."
Yang Erbao felt a little sad when he heard this. Vegetable dumplings had little nutritional value and were mostly wild vegetables, which wouldn't even fill him up. But since his mother had said so, he couldn't refuse. "Okay, Mother."
"Alright, you should go back and rest now. I'll bring you some food later."
Yang Erbao glanced at the chicken soup; it smelled delicious.
Seeing that he wasn't leaving, Old Lady Yang glared at him and said, "What are you looking at? This chicken soup is for your niece to nourish her body, there's no share for you."
"I'll give you some steamed buns and pickled vegetables in a bit."
"Isn't it just one chicken? Then I can get a share, right? I even went to work today." Yang Erbao didn't know why, but he blurted out without thinking.
Grandma Yang frowned, clearly displeased, her eyes filled with disdain. "What about your nephews? What? Are you going to compete with those kids for their attention?"
Besides, the rest should be used to nourish our baby; we're all adults, so it doesn't matter whether we eat that little bit or not.
In the past, he might have thought this was normal, but today he has probably experienced too much and is indeed feeling uneasy.
"Mom, then I won't go to work tomorrow. I'm not getting enough to eat."
You know, when he used to go to work, Mo Yan would secretly make him steamed buns with vegetables and lard, which was enough to fill him up, even if the dough was a thick, mixed dough. Now there's nothing like that.
"I think you're trying to rebel, aren't you? You want me to kick you out too? How come I only have a son like you? Asking for food in front of your niece. Alright, alright, I'll give you some in a bit."
The baby was very well-behaved and didn't say anything; he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Yang Erbao went out with a dark face. He wasn't that kind of person. He was just thinking that everyone had worked so hard today, did they only deserve to drink porridge?
Besides, there's still rice at home, so why can't we cook some dry food for him?
He hadn't thought much of many things before because Mo Yan cooked for him. Now that he was back, there was nothing left. His family still had chicken soup, but when he came in, his nephews were eating with their mouths full of grease, and even his sister-in-law was eating. Only he couldn't eat. How could he bear this kind of disparity?
Yang Erbao returned to his courtyard in a huff, only to find it empty and devoid of anything. He lay down but couldn't fall asleep.
Finally, Grandma Yang also gave us a bowl of chicken soup with a few pieces of meat in it, and then two dark-colored steamed buns.
"Get up and drink some chicken soup. I didn't mean I wouldn't give it to you, I just think it's inappropriate for you to ask in front of the child."
He didn't know why, but even though he now had inspirational quotes, he still felt uncomfortable.
"Then why did you wait for me to ask? When I got back, my older brother, sister-in-law, and several nephews were already eating, their mouths covered in oil. When I came back, you told me to go see my niece, so I did, and then you told me I had nothing."
"They're all your sons, so why is there such a big difference?"
He probably kept these thoughts to himself for a long time, but he had been desperately suppressing them and dared not say them out loud.
So much has happened lately. His wife and children are gone, leaving him all alone here. Things he used to take for granted have suddenly become magnified. His grievances have also been amplified.
"What's wrong with you today? Are you possessed by something? There are so many things to do at home, why don't you think about helping out instead of worrying about these things?"
The children eat because they are children, and your older brother and sister-in-law eat because they have worked hard..."
Although the old lady felt guilty after saying those words, she had no choice but to say them anyway.
The reason was that the old lady was very angry. She felt that this man was useless and couldn't even control his own wife.
"You can't even control your own wife, making our family lose face in the village. How am I supposed to feel about that?"
When I went out today, everyone was talking about what happened yesterday, and they all felt that our family was a disgrace, you know?
As a man, if you can't pay attention to the women in your family, that's your problem.
Yang Erbao's face darkened again as he involuntarily recalled the scene of being beaten so badly he couldn't get up the night before.
"So what does Mother want? You used to think Mo Yan was no good and made me break up with her. Now that I've broken up with her, what do you suggest?"
To be honest, Yang Erbao was a little tired. He didn't know why his aunt had never been as good to him as she was to his older brother since he was a child.
No matter how hard he tries, no matter how desperately he performs, it's all in vain.
"Your mother is going to find you a new wife, the sooner the better, so they can see that you're doing better without them!"
The most important thing is to find a wife so that someone can do the housework. Otherwise, she will be too tired. The eldest daughter-in-law is useless; asking her to do chores is more like making trouble.
"All right."
Yang Erbao agreed immediately, saying, "I'll agree to anything you say, even if I don't want to."
He clearly didn't hesitate at all, but he deliberately acted like he was reluctant. That kind of person isn't honest, he's disgusting.
It was always like this. He clearly saw what kind of lives his wife and children were living, and he saw them being wronged, but he pretended not to know anything.
With Mo Yan and the others around, Yang Erbao was one of the better off, so of course he could persevere. Now that they're gone, Yang Erbao is the one who's having the worst time, and that's why he feels so resentful. In the end, he's just a shameless person.
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