Zhao Youcai's face darkened as he looked at his third son, whose cunning was written all over his face, and said irritably:
"You brat, what kind of trouble are you up to now?"
The third brother, Zhao Jianhua, rarely showed his simple-minded side, touching the back of his head and grinning.
"Father, can I ask you for a favor?"
Zhao Youcai's eyes widened, and he pointed behind him.
The meaning is quite clear: is this the place to discuss business?
Don't you think the smell is strong?
Zhao Jianhua immediately took several steps back, and respectfully bowed and extended his hand, gesturing for Zhao Youcai to "please".
Zhao Youcai was too lazy to even roll his eyes at this point; if he stayed any longer, he'd be completely ruined.
Before he could even step to the well to wash his hands, he was pulled toward his third son's room.
"Let go, I'll walk myself!"
Zhao Youcai was speechless. Whose child is this unruly? Doesn't he worry about dragging his elderly, fragile father away?
If someone accidentally breaks an arm or leg, this family is such a terrible bunch, would they really pay for treatment?
Zhao Jianhua chuckled awkwardly, softened his movements, and slowed his pace, but still didn't let go.
He still vividly remembers the time his dad ambushed him with his cane, so what can he do if he lets go and runs away?
Although Zhao Laosan had a bad reputation, he was still a man who cared about his image.
As soon as the father and son entered the room, Zhao Jianhua, like someone who had done something wrong, peeked out with only his head showing, looking around the yard, left and right, before quietly closing the door like a thief.
Zhao Youcai's anger flared up. If it weren't for the fact that the War of Resistance against Japan had passed, he would have really thought this kid was a spy from some country, trying to make contact with him.
Zhao Youcai rubbed his wrist in disgust.
"Such a big, strong man, how come he acts all weak and helpless when doing farm work? A pretty face but no substance? All show and no substance?"
Zhao Jianhua never expected that his father's mouth was like poison; even arsenic was sweeter than his father's words.
"Say what you have to say quickly! Your sister-in-law cooks really fast. If you delay my meat meal, you can forget about eating yours."
"Dad, don't worry, I'll tell you right away."
Seeing that Zhao Youcai was getting impatient, the third brother hurriedly said.
When Zhao Youcai looked at him, Zhao Jianhua, who had been so carefree, suddenly became shy and his face flushed. He mumbled in a low voice:
"Dad, I also want to get married."
For some reason, when he heard the neighbor auntie eagerly trying to introduce a new wife to his second brother today, he suddenly felt a strong urge to do the same.
He realized he wasn't young anymore, and he was always up to no good, stealing chickens and doing other petty things. Even his fourth brother was married, but he wasn't. So he suddenly had the idea of getting married.
Zhao Youcai frowned, thankful that although he had transmigrated into the body of an old man, his hearing was still excellent.
He understood what the third brother meant, but he didn't plan to arrange a marriage for the boy until he had completely reformed, so as not to delay the girl's marriage.
So he pretended not to hear and slapped the third brother on the head.
"Speak louder! You're just opening your mouth without saying anything, are you making your old man practice lip reading? Your voice is so soft, are you afraid of scaring the air?"
Zhao Jianhua's head was buzzing; his father's strength was really getting greater and greater.
It's unclear whether the scalp pain stimulated some nerve, but Zhao Jianhua's courage seemed to have grown considerably without him even realizing it.
At this moment, he didn't care about saving face or being laughed at by his family. The noise was so loud that it almost lifted the roof off.
"I want to get married! I want to have a whole house full of kids!"
Zhao Youcai's lips twitched violently.
You little rascal! You really dare to dream!
Even one estimate would exhaust you to the point of being overwhelmed, let alone wanting to have a bed full of children?
Do you want a kang (heated brick bed) full of kang (heated brick bed)?
Zhao Youcai's ears were ringing from the loud noise. He regretted letting the kid speak so loudly.
The Zhao family members outside all stopped what they were doing, and even the fourth son and his wife, who were busy sorting and recording the fabrics inside Zhao Youcai's house, became curious.
Zhao Youcai looked Zhao Jianhua up and down, his face showing a troubled expression.
"Third son, it's not that your father won't let you find a wife, it's just that your reputation used to be too bad."
"If I had an unmarried girl and a young man like you came to propose to another family, I would beat you out even if it cost me my life."
"You're still young, so you should work hard in the fields to earn some work points so you can build a big house for your family later. That way, you can prove yourself when you come to propose marriage."
Listening to his father's words, Zhao Jianhua looked somewhat dejected. He was now regretting his past actions.
I should have been more careful. If I had robbed one or two fewer people, my reputation wouldn't be so bad.
Suddenly, Zhao Jianhua's expression changed, and he looked up sharply at Zhao Youcai.
"Father, how about this!"
Seeing Zhao Jianhua's excited face, Zhao Youcai suddenly felt uneasy. He had a premonition that this kid was about to start plotting against this old man.
"It's not like others can tell I've changed in a short time. Besides, I'm not cut out for farm work anyway; I'm better at talking."
“Anyway, you’ve got the textile factory’s permit, so selling cloth isn’t illegal. I’m not going to go to town and compete with the textile factory for business. You’ve brought back so much cloth, and the people in our village can’t buy all of it. I’m your own son, so naturally I have to share your burden. How about you give me half, and I’ll push a handcart to other villages to sell cloth?”
After thinking for a moment, she added, "My demands aren't high. Although it's tough working out in the sun and wind, I'm happy as long as I can get the same commission as my fourth sister-in-law."
"Making money this way is much faster than earning work points, Dad, what do you think?"
Zhao Youcai suddenly realized that this was what his third brother had planned.
However, he immediately gave a cold laugh.
Why is this kid talking like he's done me a huge favor by selling cloth, and I have to be grateful to him as my father?
What a load of nonsense!
This guy is definitely here to cause trouble!
Still want to sell fabric with a handcart?
Who knows how much this kid will sell a bolt of cloth for in other villages? He might just make a fortune by raising the price.
After all, this guy's character is extremely unreliable.
They actually think they can squeeze more money out of me on top of the remaining balance from selling the cloth? Do they really think I'm stupid?
Seeing Zhao Youcai looking thoughtful, as if he was seriously considering the matter, Zhao Jianhua's eyes lit up even more.
He knew it! His dad would definitely agree with what he did!
However, Zhao Youcai's next words surprised him.
“Your idea is excellent. This is indeed the fastest way to sell these fabrics and turn them into cash. I’ll assign some work to your second brother during dinner to prevent him from being affected by your sister-in-law’s situation and getting stuck in a rut.”
A thunderbolt struck Zhao Jianhua's mind out of nowhere, and he was completely stunned.
He was clearly looking for work to do, so why did the benefits end up going to his second brother?
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