"Good, good." Old Zhao nodded in satisfaction and looked at Yun Youliang, saying, "Youliang, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. You are a good child with a conscience and a sense of gratitude. It's not in vain that I, as your father, have painstakingly planned for you."
At this point, Old Zhao put his hands behind his back and walked into the courtyard with a rather imposing air. As he walked, he shook his head and went to look at the pile of rotten wood. Finally, he frowned and asked Yun Youliang, "Youliang, are all the rafters and purlins like this? There's not a single good one."
"No." Yun Youliang shook his head, his face also filled with bitterness.
I really don't know if he had the worst luck in his life or what, but all the wood was almost eaten by insects and was no longer usable. Some of it couldn't even be used for firewood and just rotted away.
"Sigh..." Old Zhao looked at the ruins of the collapsed house, then at the pile of wood in front of him, sighed deeply, and looked at Yun Youliang with pity, asking, "So what are your plans?"
Yun Youliang frowned and said somewhat helplessly, "Let's clean up everything that needs to be cleaned up first, and then see if we can borrow some things... If it really doesn't work, I'll go cut down some trees and build a temporary shack or something... Let's make do for now, and when the harvest is good and we save some money, we'll ask the villagers to help us build a house."
Old Zhao looked concerned: "So how many years do you plan to live in the shack? Your son Shuisheng must be getting on in years, right? Without a house, no girl will be willing to live in a shack with him. Besides, you can offer a high dowry to get a wife, but... the dowry still comes down to money."
"Dad... I know, but I really have no other choice..." Yun Youliang said dejectedly.
"Dad knows." Old Zhao nodded, then spoke earnestly to Yun Youliang, "Youliang, there's something I know, and you might not be happy to hear it, but Dad doesn't have much power to help you..."
Yun Youliang immediately said, "Dad, you've already helped us so much. That grain must have been saved up by you through hard work..."
"That's not what Dad meant." Old Zhao waved his hand, signaling Yun Youliang not to respond, before continuing, "Dad has thought about it a lot, and I still want to ask you, are you really not going to beg your father?"
Yun Youliang's expression changed instantly.
Seeing Yun Youliang's expression, Old Zhao waved his hand again and said, "Don't worry, Dad thinks that fathers and sons shouldn't hold grudges overnight. Your dad is getting old, so he might just be a little embarrassed. Otherwise, you should go and beg him, apologize to him, and ask him to help you out..."
He paused, pointed to the ruins left after the house collapsed, and said with some emotion, "So, what do you think we should do here? Huh? What should we do?"
“Dad…” Yun Youliang’s face changed several times in succession, and finally he said dejectedly, “I begged him, I didn’t even ask him to lend me money to repair the house, or even help me repair the house. I just said that I wanted to borrow the old house for a while, but he wouldn’t agree… Dad, I… I really have no choice…” As Yun Youliang spoke, he squeezed out two tears and pretended to wipe them away.
"Alright, son." Old Zhao patted Yun Youliang on the shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, Dad knows. Dad is trying to find a way for you..."
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