"Oh dear! We can't let them leave! Where will we buy fabric if they leave?"
It's unclear who suddenly shouted this, but as if only then did everyone realize what was happening, they stopped staying and watching the drama unfold, and all rushed after the Zhao family in the direction they had left.
The three Zhao siblings, looking so fresh and pretty, were stuck on the main road. People around them seemed afraid they would run away, circling them several times. It was as if they wouldn't let them leave until they sold their cloth.
The two brothers then realized what the other reason they had come here today was.
But when he thought about how his older sister had suffered so much mistreatment over the years, not a single villager helped pass on the message to Zhao Jiagou, and they even tried to cover up the fact that his older sister had been abused by the family.
I absolutely refuse to sell this cloth to them.
Anyway, there are so many villages nearby, and they only have so little cloth in their hands, so it doesn't matter who they sell it to.
But some things must be said clearly, lest someone pretend to be blind, deaf, or mute.
As for the consequences, let that damned Sun Tiezhu bear them. Anyway, it's that bastard Sun Tiezhu who owes their eldest sister.
“I’m so sorry, ladies and aunties. My sister has suffered so much in Sunjia Village. No one has ever mentioned this to us brothers, not even before or recently.”
"Judging from your expressions, you all know what my eldest sister has suffered. You want to buy our cloth, but you also want to watch my eldest sister get beaten up. Our Zhao family can't swallow this insult."
Zhao Lao Er took full advantage of his strengths, gently placing his little niece into the basket before charging forward headlong.
"At worst, we'll meet at the police station. Anyway, I'm going to the station this afternoon to deliver the cloth to my good buddy."
The onlookers dared not provoke Zhao Lao Er, this menacing figure, but he managed to break through their defenses. The group left without saying another word.
After an unknown amount of time, someone finally spoke, shaking their leg:
"Sun Tiezhu is in big trouble this time! Last night my daughter brought eggs to me and my husband when she came back from town. She said there's an old man surnamed Zhao who's really something. Could she be talking about Sun Tiezhu's in-laws?"
A new round of chaotic chatter erupted from the crowd.
News didn't spread that fast back then, and the news about Zhao Youcai's family was currently only circulating in Zhao Jiagou, so the people in Sun Jia Village didn't know about it yet.
Hearing this person's words, they immediately became curious and urged him to elaborate.
“As you all know, my daughter works at a textile factory in town. The factory director treats an old man surnamed Zhao like royalty, and all the discarded dyed fabrics in the warehouse are given to that old man surnamed Zhao to dispose of.”
Everyone's first reaction was to shake their heads. How could this be?
But then again, if it weren't for the authorization from the textile factory, who could get so much fabric to sell?
It seems that the rumor is mostly true.
Many people still feel it's a pity to see the Zhao family members leaving.
They had all seen it just now; the fabrics the two Zhao brothers brought were of good quality and inexpensive. They never expected that after this commotion, the people would leave so easily.
At this moment, someone suddenly said in a sarcastic tone, "If you ask me, maybe the Zhao family got the cloth from somewhere. It might even be stolen goods. Buying it will cause trouble."
"Yes, anyway, we still have a piece of cloth left over from a few years ago. We can buy a new outfit for the child during Labor Day. We don't need to buy the cloth from the Zhao family."
There were all sorts of opinions circulating in the crowd.
It's true what they say, sour grapes. Before Sun Tiezhu's mother even started stirring things up, someone jumped out and said that the Zhao family's cloth was of dubious origin, and even called on the whole village not to buy it.
They were the ones who lost the opportunity to buy fabric, but in these people's mouths, it became that they didn't want to share the risks brought by "stolen goods" and actively chose to turn away the fabric that could be obtained cheaply.
...
Meanwhile, the two Zhao brothers were also on their way back with their eldest sister.
At this point, they lost interest in continuing to sell cloth and only wanted to get home as quickly as possible to find their most capable father to come up with a solution.
We can't just let my older sister suffer all those years of beatings for nothing, can we?
Look at those three nieces, each one looks more like a black monkey than the last.
...
Zhao Youcai had just returned home from town with a smile on his face and his hands behind his back. He hadn't even had a chance to sit down properly.
He carefully divided the rock sugar with a spoon and brown paper, planning to give a bag to Lao San when the cloth-selling team returned, so that he could deliver it to Lao Li's house.
If you want to marry that girl, you have to take some real action; empty talk won't do.
He hadn't even finished distributing the rock candy when he heard a chorus of mourners outside, wailing in high, medium, and low registers.
Zhao Youcai stuffed all the rock sugar into the basket, then hid the basket in the cupboard. Only then did he walk out of the house with a very displeased expression and his hands behind his back.
"Stop howling! I'm not dead yet! Go cry at someone else's house!"
Zhao Youcai's words successfully stopped everyone from crying, and they all stared at him pitifully.
Looking at Zhao Lao Er and Zhao Lao San and the others outside the door.
Zhao Youcai's eyes twitched violently; his mind was filled with doubt.
Especially when he caught a glimpse of the four large baskets of things that looked the same when he left and returned, Zhao Youcai was instantly furious.
Those two rascals left full of confidence, patting their chests and promising to sell all the cloth, but their words turned out to be utter nonsense.
The main issue is that not only can't the fabric be sold, but how come they've become addicted to picking up people?
Yesterday, there was the incident involving the Li family's daughter, and now the third son is going so far as to pick her up in their yard to be their wife.
Not only did I pick up another one on the street today, but it turned out to be someone with a child.
Is he planning to abandon the Li family's daughter and go straight to becoming a father?
Before he could explode, the dark-skinned woman following behind Zhao Laosan shouted, "Father, your daughter is unfilial; I haven't come back to see you all these years!"
Zhao Youcai thought to himself, "Holy crap, I almost blew him up on the spot."
What the hell?
father?
He doesn't agree to the marriage!
Wait a minute... something seems off.
What did this dark, paper-thin woman just say? That her daughter was unfilial?
Fragments of memory flashed through Zhao Youcai's mind, and he quickly came to his senses.
Oh shit!
Is this the original owner's eldest daughter?
Zhao Youcai squinted and stared intently at the face opposite him, finally managing to utter a sentence after a long while.
"Are you Chunhua?"
Zhao Chunhua nodded frantically, making Zhao Youcai's eyelids twitch uncontrollably.
What he found most unacceptable was yet to come. Zhao Chunhua pulled two little girls in open-crotch pants out of a basket behind her, and gestured with her chin towards another miniature, dark, paper-thin figure, while anxiously urging:
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