Zhao Jianhua's mind raced, and suddenly a brilliant idea struck him.
"No! Second brother, no!"
Zhao Youcai raised an eyebrow, intending to hear what other reasons his third son could come up with to refute him.
"My second sister-in-law just made such a scene. What if my second brother makes money and then she comes back crying and making a scene, insisting that he send all the money he earns to his family to save face? How can you give away all your hard work to someone else for nothing?"
Zhao Youcai raised an eyebrow slightly. He really hadn't realized that this kid was so good at talking for his own benefit.
Fearing that Zhao Youcai might give up the idea and then hand over the money-making job to his older brother, he preemptively found an excuse to leave his father with no choice.
“My sister-in-law is already making clothes for the family and earning money here. If my brother’s whole family were to earn money here, it’s hard to guarantee that other people wouldn’t have any objections.”
Zhao Youcai leaned back, wanting to hear what else his third son had to say.
"Father, you are the backbone of the family. You always say that when brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal. If the balance is broken and there are rifts between the brothers, how can our Zhao family prosper if we are not united?"
Zhao Jianhua reasoned with him and appealed to his emotions, and at the end, he didn't forget to flatter Zhao Youcai.
"In the entire Zhao Family Village, there is no one more visionary than you, Father. I believe that under your leadership, our whole family will surely be able to get on the road to prosperity!"
Zhao Youcai even wanted to applaud his third son.
It's a shame this kid isn't a stand-up comedian.
However, this mouth is indeed suitable for sales, but her temperament still needs to be refined.
Zhao Youcai suddenly thought of a solution.
Now, the eldest and fourth sons' families have all received a share of the profits from him, while the second and third sons' families haven't received any income yet.
He was about to say something when he was interrupted by a voice.
"Dad! Dinner's ready!"
The eldest daughter-in-law had a very loud voice and came out of the kitchen carrying a huge porcelain bowl.
There were two small bowls of carefully selected chicken and stewed potatoes left in the pot, which were reserved for his two children who were still in school to eat after school.
Zhao Youcai's words were suddenly interrupted, making the third brother sweat profusely.
Although he also enjoyed eating meat, the conversation abruptly ended, leaving him feeling extremely upset and uneasy.
Besides, his elder brother had just pushed open the door and walked in. As a son and a younger brother, could he really stop his father from eating meat and explain things clearly before leaving?
He can't!
If the family members are craving meat, and each person gets a small piece beforehand, he'll eat several bites less with his fast eating speed!
With a sigh, he figured he might as well finish eating and find another opportunity to discuss the topic further with his father.
Zhao Youcai was secretly enjoying keeping his third son on tenterhooks. He had already come up with a plan, but he kept it to himself, intending to test the guy's patience.
Everyone in the family ate their meal with their heads down, but the second and third sons seemed preoccupied.
While shoveling rice into his mouth, Zhao Youcai didn't forget to roll his eyes at each of his two sons.
That's all the ambition you have!
Without patience and self-control, and with emotions easily displayed, you think you can squeeze money out of him? You wouldn't even dare to dream of doing anything big!
The second son is even worse; there's really nothing good about him.
I used to think that my second son was just bad-tempered, but now I realize that I was too quick to draw conclusions about him.
This is a truly exceptional problem; it's not just about having a bad temper!
In modern terms, what's that again...? Right, being love-struck!
His wife is so inhuman, yet he still thinks about her so much that he can't even concentrate on eating meat!
Zhao Youcai suddenly felt that the meat in his mouth no longer tasted good. He paused with his chopsticks in his hand and sighed softly.
He knew that being a cheap father wasn't easy; getting five good sons for free was pure wishful thinking.
If I had known this before I time-traveled, I wouldn't have made my roommate call him godfather every day. He should have been calling others godfather.
Perhaps it was because he wanted to be someone else's father that he became a tragic time traveler.
Zhao Youcai, channeling his grief and anger into his appetite, ate with increasing gusto, much to the alarm of his son and daughter-in-law.
They were really afraid their father would burst his belly.
The old man in the family has finally become sensible and knows he won't always give in to the youngest. I hope he doesn't die with a smile on his face after only a couple of days of enjoying a good life with them.
When Zhao Youcai got up for the third time, the eldest daughter-in-law finally couldn't sit still anymore. With a piece of chicken in her mouth, she snatched Zhao Youcai's bowl and chopsticks and ran into the kitchen, and she couldn't be stopped by shouting.
"Dad, meat is delicious, but you still need to take care of your health!"
Zhao Youcai's lips twitched as he listened to his eldest daughter-in-law's incoherent words.
He was just too tired to sit and eat, and he felt a bit full, so he stood up to eat a little more.
The reason I was still holding the bowl and chopsticks was simply to stretch my old arms and legs and personally go to the kitchen to deliver my own bowl and chopsticks.
Why did his eldest daughter-in-law suddenly act like she was possessed, grabbing his bowl and chopsticks and running away?
I don't know what's wrong with this family; one or two of them are acting strangely.
Zhao Youcai put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and went back to his room. Looking at the neatly stacked cloths on the kang (a heated brick bed), and then at the neat and beautiful handwriting on the table, Zhao Youcai nodded in satisfaction.
The eldest daughter-in-law, who hadn't heard any angry shouts, slowly peeked out from the kitchen doorway. Seeing her father-in-law leave with his hands behind his back, looking quite pleased with himself, she patted her chest, which had been quite frightened, and then strolled back to join the scramble for meat.
After the family had finished all the food on the table, the eldest and fourth daughters-in-law went to the kitchen to clean up, while Zhao Youcai called all four of his sons into his room.
Zhao Youcai smiled and waved to his four sons, signaling them to sit around the kang (a heated brick bed).
“I thought about it carefully. The fields in the village should be planted in the next few days. Weeding and fertilizing will take at least another half month. We don’t need so many people to sell cloth at home.”
Zhao Youcai's gaze fell on the second and third sons. "The eldest and fourth sons' families have all made money, but the second and third sons are still broke. Today, I, this old man, will make the decision in front of you brothers and let the second and third sons share the soup with you, so that no one will say I'm biased."
Zhao Laosan's eyes lit up instantly; he was finally about to make a fortune!
The next sentence Zhao Youcai uttered instantly chilled him to the bone.
“My third son has a terrible reputation, so I don’t trust him to sell fabric by himself. My second son has a bad temper and is not good with words, so I’m afraid it will be difficult for him to sell fabric by himself.”
"It just so happens that you two brothers sell cloth together. One of you can be good at talking and dealing with people, while the other can supervise the bookkeeping. You'll also have the ability to fight back if anyone tries to cause trouble."
Zhao Laosan felt as if the sky had fallen.
His second brother has a temper that can get so bad that he even beats him up. If the two of them have a conflict, no amount of nice words will help.
To put it nicely, it's supervision; to put it bluntly, isn't it just the father making it clear that he doesn't trust him?
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