Once inside, Zhou Fugui began to complain to Zhou Bingqiang: "Eldest brother, didn't I tell you not to say anything? Did you tell the second brother about the third brother's background?"
"Dad, I didn't mean to, I just let it slip. Second Brother knows that you picked Third Brother up from the roadside," Zhou Bingqiang said, rubbing his nose.
Zhou Bingqiang didn't accidentally let it slip; he deliberately told Zhou Bingxing after losing a fight with Zhou Bingchen.
Otherwise, why would Zhou Bingxing always help him in fights?
Zhou Fugui breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the eldest brother was sensible and didn't blurt out everything.
"Listen to me, you two, Zhou Bingchen is your own brother. Don't let it slip later," Zhou Fugui instructed.
“Dad, we found our third son on the roadside. You and Mom raised him, and now that he’s successful, he should be grateful to you for the rest of his life. How can we expect him to repay our kindness if we don’t tell him?” Zhou Bingxing said, his face long and somewhat displeased.
"You'll lose your life if you say it, do you still want to say it?" Zhou Fugui slapped Zhou Bingxing impatiently and muttered, "Repaying kindness, repaying kindness, what kindness are you going to ask others to repay when you're already dead?"
"Dad, if you don't tell the third son the truth, are you going to give him all those gold bars in the future?" Zhou Bingxing was still thinking about Zhou Fugui's gold bars.
“Those things aren’t mine; someone asked me to keep them safe. Second brother, can’t you be a little more ambitious? If you want money, go earn it yourself, stop staring at the pittances in your old man’s pocket.” Zhou Fugui’s face darkened.
“Dad, I also want to make money, but unfortunately your job was given to Zhou Meimei. I work myself to death in the production team all year round, and I can’t earn more than a few yuan a year besides food rations!” As Zhou Bingxing spoke, he started to bring up old grievances again.
“I can give my job to whomever I want. You have plenty of food and clothing at home, what do you need so much money for?” Zhou Fugui was furious.
"Dad, I just think you're being so unfair. I don't care, when you distribute the gold bars, I want more than Zhou Meimei." Zhou Bingxing tried his best to secure his own share.
"I told you those things aren't mine, they're not mine, didn't you hear me? All you think about is dividing them up. If you're not afraid of dying, then go ahead and spend them." Zhou Fugui became agitated again.
Zhou Bingxing pursed his lips and remained silent, though he was very resentful inside.
Who would be so foolish as to entrust their gold bars to someone else for safekeeping?
If it's not ours, whose is it?
"Dad, do we really have gold bars? I thought my second brother was just talking nonsense!" Zhou Bingqiang's expression was rather unpleasant.
Zhou Bingqiang is the eldest son.
After Zhou Bingqiang turned eighteen, Zhou Fugui would consult with him about any important family matters.
Now, Zhou Bingxing knows that Zhou Fugui has gold bars, but Zhou Bingqiang does not.
Zhou Bingqiang was filled with a sense of loss.
"I just got them back the day before yesterday. There were only about ten in total. Someone really asked me to keep them for them, so you two better not let it slip." Zhou Fugui said somewhat guiltily.
The jar containing the gold bars belonged to Zhou Dazhu's mother, Tian Shanhua.
However, the jar was not entrusted to Zhou Fugui by Tian Shanhua. Rather, Zhou Fugui spent more than ten years slowly searching and finally found it recently.
Two days ago, Zhou Fugui found an opportunity and secretly took the jar back.
Late at night, Zhou Fugui buried the jar in the backyard without carefully examining what was inside.
Now, Zhou Fugui only hopes that Tian Shanhua won't discover the jar is missing anytime soon.
Otherwise, Zhou Fugui wouldn't be able to withstand Tian Shanhua's anger.
Zhou Fugui had no choice but to use Tian Shanhua's savings.
In recent days, Zhou Fugui has been filled with a sense of urgency, feeling that danger is gradually approaching him.
Zhou Fugui had felt this way before.
Zhou Fugui relied on this feeling to escape death several times.
Zhou Fugui planned to run away with the gold bars and start a new life elsewhere, changing his identity.
Zhou Fugui never expected that his simple act of burying a jar would be seen by Zhou Bingxing.
In order to prevent Zhou Bingchen from getting a share of the gold bars, Zhou Bingxing actually started a family division dispute today.
“Dad, how about… we divide the family property as my second brother suggested!” Zhou Bingqiang’s eyes lit up when he heard Zhou Fugui admit that there were more than a dozen gold bars, and he agreed to divide the family property.
Zhou Bingqiang was also tempted by such a large sum of money.
"Boss, do you also think splitting up the family is a good thing?" Zhou Fugui glanced at Zhou Bingqiang, feeling somewhat disappointed.
Zhou Fugui originally thought that his eldest son was the one who resembled him the most.
After Zhou Fugui settled down, he sent a message to his eldest son, asking him to find an opportunity to live with him.
In retrospect, the eldest son was also short-sighted.
Such a son is destined to be a burden, and Zhou Fugui would never want to have a burden by his side.
"Dad, you decide! I have no objection no matter what." Zhou Bingqiang changed his mind when he heard that Zhou Fugui's tone was off.
“Okay, let’s split up then.” Zhou Fugui finally made up his mind.
Since his sons all wanted to divide the family property, Zhou Fugui didn't bother to suppress them.
Anyway, when the opportunity comes, Zhou Fugui will fly away.
What will become of his sons in the future is not something Zhou Fugui is concerned about.
Meanwhile, on Zhou Bingchen's side...
After leaving the house, Zhou Bingchen went directly to the brigade headquarters to find Zhou Dazhu.
"Bingchen, sit down, sit down. It's been over a year since you last came back, hasn't it?" Zhou Dazhu was very hospitable, offering him a seat and making tea.
"Captain, there's no need to make tea. I just had a bowl of egg drop soup at home, and I'm still full! I can't drink it even if you make it, so don't waste your good tea leaves," Zhou Bingchen hurriedly declined.
Thanks to the dream, Zhou Bingchen felt somewhat uneasy whenever he saw Zhou Dazhu making tea.
In his dream, Zhou Bingchen drank a cup of tea at Zhou Dazhu's house and was then "drug-induced" into a stupor.
Zhou Bingchen now dares not drink even a sip of the tea that Zhou Dazhu brews.
"Bingchen, you have a good eye! This tea is indeed excellent, from the high mountains, and it smells wonderful! Please try it." Zhou Dazhu enthusiastically placed the brewed tea in front of Zhou Bingchen.
"Thank you, I'll drink it later." Zhou Bingchen had no choice but to thank him.
"Bingchen, why aren't you home talking to your dad? Is there something you need?" Zhou Dazhu asked.
“Captain, I really have something to do. My military dependent visa has been approved, and this time I plan to bring Pearl and the two children to the military base. I need the brigade to issue a certificate,” Zhou Bingchen said sincerely.
Before inviting Zhou Dazhu to his home, Zhou Bingchen planned to take care of his own affairs first.
"Oh my, it's great news to be with the army! Bingchen, have you been promoted recently?" Zhou Dazhu said with a smile.
"I'm ashamed to say! I've been in the army for over ten years, and I'm still just a lowly company commander." Zhou Bingchen certainly wouldn't tell the truth.
It's good to say you're the company commander!
With a monthly allowance of twenty-eight yuan, Zhou Bingchen sent twenty yuan home every month. Even if others wanted to complain, they couldn't find a reason to.
"Being able to bring your wife and kids with you when you're in the army is a real skill," Zhou Dazhu flattered.
Zhou Bingchen smiled but didn't say anything.
The more you say, the more mistakes you make. It's best to say less in front of people you don't know well.
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