This also shows the difference between sons and daughters.
Li Jin took his daughter's salary for two years, taking it all for granted. He never felt that it belonged to his daughter. In his mind, wasn't his daughter his own child? She ate his food and used his money, so the money she earned was naturally the family's money.
If I take forty yuan from my son, I have to discuss it with him and be prepared to return it to him.
Who told him to be his son? When he dies, all the wealth he's built will go to his three sons, and his daughter will still have to rely on her sons to support her after she gets married.
This is the most basic and natural thought of men throughout the ages.
If Li Xiangdong knew what his father was thinking now, he would definitely say, "You don't need to wait until you die. Even while you're alive, your eldest son already thinks the family business belongs to him."
Li Xiangdong went back to his room and took out four ten-yuan bills. He knew from the beginning that he couldn't hide this from his father, so he told his mother that a pound of Rehmannia glutinosa could be sold for ten cents.
No one in the surrounding villages had ever bought or sold Chinese herbal medicines before. To his parents, one cent per pound of wild herbs was an exorbitant price, so no one suspected anything.
“Dad, please take it. Don’t say you won’t pay it back. The money I earn is the family’s money.”
Li Xiangdong handed the money to his father without showing any displeasure. Instead, he sincerely promised, "I'll give all the money I earn later to you, Dad."
"Good! Good! Good!" Li Jin exclaimed with a happy and satisfied expression.
In the past, this son was naughty and stubborn, and spoke in a harsh tone, unlike his younger son Jiabao who could speak sweet words. Unexpectedly, the second son has grown up and can not only earn money, but also help him to argue with people, and can also say nice things.
"But you have to keep this a secret. If everyone knows that cicada shells and wild foxgloves can be sold for money, I won't be able to make any money," Li Xiangdong instructed.
"Alright, let's eat. Jiabao and Xiaoping have been starving."
Seeing that the father and son had finished talking, Zhao Sufang invited them to eat.
"Dad, do you drink alcohol? I'll make you some stir-fried pork as a snack with your drinks."
Li Xiangdong said solicitously that he had just come up with an idea and needed his father's support.
"Good, good, my son is so sensible."
Li Jin was in high spirits, praised his son, and then asked his wife to get a small wine cup and some loose liquor from the cupboard.
Zhao Sufang placed a small wine cup and a small pot of loose white wine on the table for Li Jin. She then took out a small piece of pork rubbed with salt from a basket hanging on the beam of the main room and asked Li Ping to pick a few chili peppers from the yard. In a few quick movements, she cut the pork and chili peppers into thin strips, stir-fried the scallions in the wok, and soon a plate of stir-fried pork was ready.
Li Jiabao's eyes were glued to the stir-fried pork, and his mouth was practically watering.
Li Ping also had a craving, but not as obviously as Li Jiabao. He diligently helped Zhao Sufang bring the coarse grain cakes, pickled vegetable shreds, and mung bean soup to the kang table in the inner room.
Li Jin sat in the main seat, with a small cup of baijiu (Chinese liquor) in front of him.
Zhao Sufang held her little sister and fed her the cooled malted milk powder spoonful by spoonful.
Li Jiabao and Li Ping held their chopsticks, eager to try, waiting for Li Jin to take the first bite.
Li Xiangdong placed a piece of stir-fried pork in his father's bowl, saying, "Dad, please try it."
Li Jin took a bite and exclaimed, "Not bad!"
Li Jiabao and Li Ping cheered, grabbing a flatbread in one hand and scrambling to eat meat with the other, their joy so intense it would wag their tails.
Looking at his younger brother and sister-in-law, Li Xiangdong felt both happy and heartbroken. Unexpectedly, a sharp scream like a thunderclap suddenly rang in his ears.
"You unfilial brat! You have meat but won't give it to your parents; you're feeding it all to your own little brat!"
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