"When you're tired of smoking, your son will continue. Then you can say whatever you want and I'll hit you back, making sure you get your revenge."
Wang Guilan nodded and gave a cold smile.
"When that bastard Zhao Youcai's daughter is in our hands, the Zhao family will have to offer cloth and money to see Zhao Chunhua, or they can forget about it!"
"Oh, it has to be you, Mom! You're the smartest one in our family, this idea is brilliant!"
Sun Tiezhu, beaming with joy, chimed in agreement.
The mother and son talked for at least an hour about how to deal with Zhao Chunhua. If it weren't for the saying that killing someone means paying with one's life, the mother and son would probably have been discussing how to dismember the body.
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Zhaojiagou.
At Zhao Youcai's home.
The respected and influential elders and village officials gathered together, all of whom were invited to Zhao Youcai's home by his sons.
Zhao Youcai understood a principle well: before asking someone for a favor, you must treat them to a good meal to enhance your relationship.
Nowadays, Zhao Youcai's family is well-fed and clothed, and their meals are top-notch.
Before going home, Zhao Youcai went to town to buy some wine and warmly entertained these people for most of the night.
Everyone left, full and radiant, patting their chests and promising that if anyone from Sunjia Village dared to cause trouble, they would be in deep trouble.
After seeing everyone off, Zhao Youcai finally turned his attention to his eldest daughter, who looked somewhat lost and was helping her daughters-in-law clear the table, and slowly began to speak.
"Chunhua, come in with me."
Zhao Chunhua timidly agreed and told her eldest daughter to go back inside and watch over her two younger sisters.
Zhao Laosan noticed their unease and walked over with a smile, gently patting his eldest niece's head.
"Don't be afraid, your third uncle is here. Your mother will be back soon."
Zhao Chunhua glanced gratefully at her third brother, Zhao Jianhua, clenched her fists tightly, took a deep breath, and followed behind Zhao Youcai.
Entered the house.
Seeing his eldest daughter being so cautious in front of him, Zhao Youcai felt somewhat helpless.
Although I don’t know exactly what she went through, I can imagine it was a torturous, hellish ordeal.
The gentle, sensible, efficient, and confident girl in my memory has now become this pitiful person who cowers like a quail at the slightest disturbance. It's impossible not to be angry.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zhao Youcai glanced at the door that he had forgotten to close.
I couldn't help but shiver.
Who knows how unpredictable spring is in Northeast China? Just a couple of days ago it was so hot he wanted to wear a short-sleeved shirt, but today he feels like he needs to put on a full coat because it's really cold.
If it were any other son, Zhao Youcai would have already told them to close the door.
But Zhao Chunhua was different; she was timid.
Zhao Youcai could only try his best to suppress his emotions so as not to frighten her.
She gently picked through the cloths piled on the kang (a heated brick bed), selecting some colors that the woman liked and handing them over.
"Chunhua, take these bolts of cloth back with you and make some new clothes for yourself and the children when you have time. Your sister-in-law is too busy to help you."
Zhao Chunhua was shocked.
Is this still the same stingy dad I used to have?
She knew all too well how precious these fabrics were.
The wife of the brigade leader of Sunjia Village was clutching a piece of cloth that couldn't be bought with more than a dozen cloth coupons, and her father just gave it to her like that?
Zhao Youcai's arms, which were holding the cloth, were a little sore, and his brows were furrowed tightly.
"What? You can't sew clothes?"
Zhao Chunhua then came to her senses, blushed, lowered her head, and trembled as she took the fabric.
"Yes...yes."
Zhao Youcai hummed in agreement, noticing her discomfort, and had no intention of lecturing her.
A person's personality cannot be changed overnight. A person who has suffered must see the light before they can climb out of the darkness.
A mental illness requires a mental cure, and Zhao Youcai is not in a hurry.
“Go back. The third brother is an unmarried man after all, and he’s not good at taking care of children.”
Zhao Chunhua's heart finally settled down. To be honest, she used to be afraid of her father, Zhao Youcai, but now she felt that she couldn't understand him anymore, and his aura was getting stronger and stronger.
Zhao Chunhua darted away like a frightened mouse. Zhao Youcai shook his head helplessly, closed the door, and went to bed.
As for what happens in Happy Town, we'll talk about it after I wake up tomorrow.
After all, there might be a tough battle tomorrow, and he needs to conserve his energy to perform at his best.
Otherwise, everyone would think the Zhao family is easy to bully and would line up to cause trouble.
How will he make money? How will he improve his life?
Every day I'm just outwitting and fighting those bastards, but I don't gain anything from it and all I waste is time that could have been spent making money.
Zhao Chunhua carried several bolts of cloth back to her room, sat down on a stool, and began to cry.
Even though Zhao Jianhua, the third brother, was usually a scoundrel, he felt a tightness in his chest upon seeing this scene.
However, there are some things that are beyond his control as the younger brother, so he could only try to change the subject.
"Big sister, I know what you're thinking. Don't you also feel that Dad is different than before?"
As he spoke, the third brother, Zhao Jianhua, sighed, "Speaking of which, it's all because of that bastard, the youngest brother. Ever since he started making a fuss about dividing the family property, he's broken Dad's heart."
“From that day on, Dad’s temperament changed drastically. Although he no longer spoiled us, he was no longer biased. He became much more generous and treated us all very well.”
"Look at these fabrics in your hand, they're clearly carefully selected. This pale yellow fabric suits you perfectly, and this one with the small floral print suits Daya too."
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