Although I was reluctant to let my youngest son do heavy work, digging ditches and draining water were still easier than repairing or building a house, and...
Wang Shufen may have been biased, but she really didn't mean to mistreat her eldest son. After all, they were both her children, and they were both her flesh and blood. Even though she usually favored her younger son, she still felt sorry for her eldest son. She couldn't possibly make him do heavy work during the day and then have him work in the fields with a torch at night.
If that's the case, what's the difference between her and Zhao Cuifen, both of whom are considered poisonous women?
Wang Shufen believed that she was many times better than Zhao Cuifen.
The favoritism was perfectly justified, simply because the younger son was premature and 'not in good health'. It didn't mean that she disliked her older son at all.
Moreover, she was a shrewd and calculating person, not naive at all. She had her own sense of right and wrong and knew that when she got old, the one she could truly rely on was her eldest son. It wasn't that she thought her younger son wouldn't be filial; in fact, in her heart, Yun Wansheng was extremely filial. However… for the same reason, her younger son was in poor health, and she couldn't add to his burden. Therefore, she had long ago decided that she would live with her eldest son in her old age, and then… incidentally, she could also help support her younger son.
Therefore, as soon as Yun Dazheng finished speaking, Wang Shufen gritted her teeth and said, "Dad, what you're saying... Fusheng is my son. Even if I ask him to take on more responsibilities, it's because he's the older brother and it's only right that he gives in to his younger brother. It's not that I don't love him, so how could I bear to really exhaust him?"
“Since you want Fusheng to help you repair the house, and Fusheng is willing to go, then I can’t stop him, and I certainly can’t leave his job for him to do at night. I’m not that heartless…”
"At worst, his father and I will do more, and we'll let Wansheng do what he can. We can't let Fusheng work day and night... If he ruins his health, I, as his mother, will be the one who feels the most heartache."
Yun Dazheng nodded again and said, "Since you can say such things, you must know what you're doing. However, let me make this clear: you're the one who won't let me help you now, so you can't let me switch with Fusheng just because I gave him a relatively easy job today, and then refuse to let me switch again tomorrow when I'm supposed to carry stones."
Wang Shufen had some reservations after hearing Yun Dazheng's earlier words, but when she heard him say that Yun Fusheng should carry the stones, she shook her head repeatedly and said, "No, no, Dad, don't worry. If it's Fusheng who's going to help, then it's Fusheng who's going to help. It's impossible for Wansheng to come. Wansheng will only cause trouble; he can't do it."
Yun Dazheng nodded, and just as he was about to open his mouth, he shook his head and said, "No, it's not up to you to decide... Fusheng, go and wake Wansheng up, and tell him that Grandpa has something to ask him, and ask him to come out."
"Hey." Yun Fusheng nodded, not giving his parents a chance to stop him, and turned to walk towards Yun Wansheng's room. A moment later, Yun Wansheng came out wrapped in a quilt, grumbling, "What's going on so early in the morning? You're making it hard for me to sleep. What's the most important thing? Can't you come to my room to talk? Why do you make me come out? It's so cold, what if I catch a cold?"
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