You have to understand that in those days, an adult male laborer could earn at least sixty yuan a year for his family, in addition to food.
If the youngest child drops out of school early like most people, he can earn at least 500 yuan for the family over ten years, if not 600 yuan.
Upon closer examination, the total amount Zhao Youcai charged him—one thousand yuan—was indeed not much.
Just because Zhao Youcai thinks it's not much doesn't mean that the youngest brother, Zhao Jianfei, thinks it's not much.
At this moment, Zhao Jianfei felt as if the sky had fallen. Why was he not only not given any money when the family was divided, but he also had to pay out of his own pocket?
Is this still the same dad who used to cherish and pamper me like a precious gem?
Not only did he not intend to give any money at all, but he also said that he had just graduated from university and started working, so where would he get the money to give them?
"Dad, we're father and son. As long as I establish myself in the city and marry a powerful and wealthy city girl, you can just wait to enjoy a life of luxury. I'll bring you to the city and we'll eat braised pork knuckles every day!"
Zhao Jianfei tried to plead for leniency again, hoping his father could understand him.
Zhao Youcai was puzzled. How did this brat, who couldn't even make a realistic promise, get into university?
Do you really think he's some ignorant country bumpkin? Let him fool you?
"Stop giving me that nonsense! Hand over a thousand yuan right now, and I'll split the family property right now! Oh, and if we really split the property, you can't skimp on the annual alimony you owe me!"
Seeing that his youngest son's expression was getting worse, Zhao Youcai continued to add insult to injury.
“It’s a son’s duty to support his father. If you’re trying to shirk that responsibility, I’m not afraid to put family members aside! I don’t believe the production team secretary can’t handle you!”
The youngest son, Zhao Jianfei, felt as if dozens of thunderclaps were ringing out in his head. Zhao Youcai's other four sons looked at each other several times, trying to suppress their laughter, but their eyes revealed undisguised excitement.
Zhao Youcai could tell what the others were thinking with just one glance. They were all hoping that the youngest son could successfully separate from the family. The youngest son used to be a parasite who stayed at home and sucked blood. They originally thought that he would make something of himself after graduation and repay the family, but they didn't expect him to cause this mess.
It's impossible to say that these people aren't angry; after all, nobody is made of clay, and even clay figures have some pride.
Today, the old man finally helped them vent their anger. They shouldn't have spoiled that vampire youngest son so much!
According to them, Zhao Jianfei not only has to return all the money his family has given him over the years, but he also has to give them extra compensation! If his family hadn't gritted their teeth and insisted on supporting a college student, they wouldn't be living such a tight life.
Once the youngest vampire is gone, they can find ways to squeeze some money out of the old man so they can live a more comfortable life.
Upon hearing his father's words, Zhao Jianfei opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
I thought that if I said some nice things, my father would take my side.
Unexpectedly, the old man who used to listen to me so obediently suddenly became like he was possessed. Not only did he show me no mercy, but he also warned me that if I didn't get any money after we separated from the family, I would have to kill my own family for the greater good.
Seeing his older brothers and sisters-in-law looking at him with gloating eyes, Zhao Jianfei felt a little scared, even though he wanted to say that just because he was a college student, they had to unconditionally think about his future.
But I doubt those uneducated peasants would be reasonable.
"Are we going to split this family up or not? Don't come around saying that I, as your father, am getting in your way." Zhao Youcai knew his youngest son didn't want the money because he couldn't get a word out for a while.
Indeed, if such an ungrateful wretch were truly willing to give so much money to his family at once, he probably wouldn't have done such a heartless thing.
"We're not breaking up anymore, we're not breaking up anymore." Zhao Jianfei chuckled awkwardly, looking extremely depressed.
Today's attempt went badly, and the matter of dividing the family property can only be discussed at another time. After all, he really doesn't have any money. He had originally hoped that his father would be more biased towards him after the division and that he could get more benefits, but he didn't expect it to turn out like this.
Seeing that he had become obedient, Zhao Youcai put on a stern face and asked his other four sons.
"Do you want to split up the family? If you do, bring it up now! It won't matter if you bring it up later!"
With the youngest child as a living example, how could the older brothers dare to cause any trouble?
The eldest son, Zhao Jianguo, immediately spoke up, "Dad, don't joke around. You are the head of our family, and you make the decisions. We brothers have no objections."
Seeing that none of his brothers had anything to say, Zhao Youcai waved them away. Then, suddenly remembering something, he said, "Third brother, stay."
The third brother, Zhao Jianhua, changed his expression, regretting that his legs were too slow and he was still caught by the old man.
He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and approached Zhao Youcai. "Father, what can I do for you?"
Zhao Youcai could not forget the time he was so angry that he fainted, and he knew that the third brother's petty theft and robbery were also related to the original owner's poor upbringing.
If the original owner hadn't been biased and focused all his energy on raising his youngest son to be successful, neglecting the other children, the third son wouldn't have developed this bad habit.
When the third son, Zhao Jianhua, first came back from stealing chickens and dogs, the original owner didn't punish him. Instead, he patted him on the head and praised him for doing a good job and knowing how to lighten the burden on the family.
Over time, the third brother, Zhao Jianhua, went down this wrong path and went astray for a full ten years.
It's too late to beat a child like this now. We need to find a way to correct him slowly over time, otherwise this kid might cause us a lot of trouble one day.
"Third brother, you're not a child anymore. I didn't raise you well before. Stealing chickens and dogs will get you sent to jail if you get caught, and you might even get shot one day!"
"I'm not kidding you, but it's really not right for you to just loaf around all day. Your fourth brother, that blockhead, is already married, and you, the third brother, are still single. Tomorrow you'll go to work with your eldest brother and the others, earn more work points so you can save money to get married in the future. Maybe then I can enjoy your good fortune."
The third son, Zhao Jianhua, was in a daze. He never imagined that he would hear his father speak so earnestly and patiently.
“Dad, you…”
Zhao Youcai didn't give his third son a chance to speak, waving him away and preparing to blow out the candles and lie down to rest. Unfortunately, before his feet even touched his shoes, he heard a strange yet somewhat familiar cry coming from outside.
Zhao Youcai frowned as he walked out of the room. He heard the sound coming from his eldest brother Zhao Jianguo's room, so he hurriedly walked towards his brother's door. The muffled sounds and the slapping sounds coming from his mouth became clearer.
"You gossipy woman! This morning, before I was even fully awake, you were already nagging in bed about how Fifth Brother was making a fuss about dividing the family property! Now that the matter is resolved and we're not dividing the property anymore, you're starting to nag again. What do you want?"
"You foul-mouthed brat, I really haven't beaten you enough, you never learn!"
As the man's low, angry curses ceased, the crisp sound of a slap rang out again.
Zhao Youcai frowned fiercely, and without saying a word, kicked open the door to the eldest son and his wife's room. He saw the eldest son, Zhao Jianguo, covering his eldest daughter-in-law's mouth tightly with his hand, his face red from being slapped.
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