Hearing that even at this point, Yun Youliang still only had Yun Shuisheng on his mind, he couldn't help but get angry. He threw the fire poker on the ground and shouted, "Shuisheng, Shuisheng, Shuisheng, is there anyone else in your mind besides Yun Shuisheng? Look at our Yusheng, how cold he is! Yun Shuisheng, as his older brother, is wrapped in such a big quilt, but he won't even share a bit with Yusheng. And now you want me to borrow rice to make rice porridge for him? You must be dreaming!"
Yun Yusheng was actually awake at this moment, but he was really frightened and frostbitten, so he didn't have the strength to speak. When he heard Zhao Cuifen's words, he shrank his body and moved closer to Zhao Cuifen, and whispered, "Mom, I'm cold."
“Listen to yourself, Yusheng’s voice is trembling, but you only think about Yun Shuisheng. What kind of father is this who is so biased?” Zhao Cuifen shouted at Yun Youliang.
Yun Youliang's face immediately darkened. He clenched his fist and waved it at Zhao Cuifen, threatening, "You old hag, do you want to get beaten up? When have I ever starved him? You borrowed rice and cooked rice porridge, and the whole family drank it together. I just mentioned Shuisheng, it's not like I really don't care about Yusheng. How did that step on your sore spot?"
"Besides, are you stupid, woman? Can't you see things clearly? Didn't you hear the old man just calling for Mom to go back and cook? If you care about your son, why don't you take him to him?"
"Just drop Yusheng off in their room and leave. The old man is heartless; he doesn't care about us adults. How can he really bear to abandon a little kid like Yusheng?"
“I’m ruthless. If you dare to bring Yusheng over, I’ll throw him out. I just said that I have nothing to do with you anymore. You’re still scheming here, wanting me to raise your son. Let me tell you, no way!” Before Yun Youliang could finish speaking, Yun Dazheng’s voice rang out from outside.
Yun Youliang's face stiffened.
Didn't the old man go back? Why is he back again? And to make matters worse, he heard me talking.
It's all that damned Zhao Cuifen's fault, always trying to argue with me. Now look what's happened...
Yun Youliang glared at Zhao Cuifen resentfully, then turned and walked towards the door, saying as he went, "Dad, no, please let me explain..."
Yun Dazheng, of course, would not stay to listen to Yun Youliang's explanation.
What explanation do you want? Do you think you've already angered yourself enough?
Yun Dazheng threw his old cotton-padded coat onto the rafters and beams he had dragged out earlier, and left without looking back.
It turned out that on the way back with Yun Qishi, he encountered Yun Duo carrying clothes. Because he was worried that his second son's goal had not been achieved and that he might beat Yun Duo in a fit of anger—he knew his own son well and Yun Youliang was indeed capable of doing such a thing.
So, Yun Dazheng asked Yun Duo to accompany Yun Qishi home to cook first, while he took the clothes and brought them over to the second son and the others. As a result... when he went outside, he overheard Yun Youliang instigating Zhao Cuifen to 'throw' Yun Yusheng at him...
He originally intended to harden his heart and throw the clothes on the snow that had been trampled and melted, but even though he was so angry he was practically fuming, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.
It can only be placed on the purlins and rafters that have been chewed up by insects (termites).
At least it won't get dirty or wet.
He wasn't feeling sorry for his second son; he just didn't want to waste things!
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