Yang Donghu didn't care about the money division at all. To him, it was not a big deal at all: "Of course, you have the final say on the money you earn."
Zhao Luochuan was unhappy. From what he heard, Donghu had no intention of managing money at all. How could they be called a family if they didn't care about money? No, that wouldn't do.
He forcefully stuffed all the money he had earned today onto Yang Donghu and said, "You are my husband, and my money is your money. We had to pay off our debts before, so we have no money left. From now on, all our money will be yours to manage. You can buy whatever you want. I can earn the money."
A heavy purse was suddenly stuffed into Yang Donghu's hand. He was a little confused for a moment: "I want you to take care of everything?"
"Um."
Yang Donghu looked at Zhao Luochuan nodding seriously, and felt a little excited: "Aren't you afraid that I will spend it recklessly?"
"Don't worry, I think the hairpin on Fang Chu's head is very beautiful. Let's buy one next time." Zhao Luochuan wanted to buy it today. The style of that hairpin was really unique. It would definitely look better on Dong Hu than on Fang Chu. It was a pity that the hairpin seller was not at the stall today, so he had to give up.
Yang Donghu wanted to laugh. The two of them had neither worshipped heaven and earth nor entered the bridal chamber, so how could he be so confident in giving all the money to him?
"Don't worry, I will keep it well."
Zhao Luochuan smiled. That was right. Besides, Dong Hu's willingness to manage the finances meant he was willing to live with him, right? They couldn't live together forever.
Yang Donghu didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't hear what Zhao Luochuan was thinking. If he knew, the two of them would probably do something violent in broad daylight.
After chatting for a while, Yang Donghu suddenly said, "Tell me about your mother."
Zhao Fangchu said that Zhao Luochuan's mother was a gentle southern girl who came here because she had fallen on hard times.
Zhao Luochuan was stunned for a moment when Yang Donghu mentioned his mother, then he said, "Have you heard about my mother? It was Fang Chu who told you about her, right?"
Yang Donghu nodded and said "hmm".
"I knew it." Zhao Luochuan smiled, cleared his throat, and said, "My mother died when I was very young, just eight years old. I remember my mother as a very gentle person. She never lost her temper with me from childhood to adulthood. When I was a child, I was disobedient and often opposed my father. My father had a terrible temper. Once, he chased me across half the village and beat me so hard that I couldn't get out of bed for three days."
Yang Donghu listened and smiled faintly: "Why did your father beat you?"
Zhao Luochuan grinned. "My mother was educated. She thought reading could broaden your horizons, so she sent me to the village school for a few days. I didn't like studying, I just loved climbing trees to pick bird eggs. Our school was very shabby back then, with a big hole in the roof. When it rained, we covered it with oil paper, and when it stopped, we uncovered it."
"One time, I skipped school and went with some friends from the village to poke a hornet's nest in the tree behind the school. The nest fell into the big hole and stung the teacher and several other students on the face. My father forced me to go door to door to apologize to the parents of those children and pay a lot of money. Later, the teacher refused to take me in, so I went hunting in the mountains with my father."
Yang Donghu had never thought that he was so naughty when he was little. Thinking about how he was beaten when he was little, he started to laugh. He was so amused that he said, "No wonder he was beaten."
Seeing him laughing happily, Zhao Luochuan laughed along with him: "I really deserved a beating when I was a kid. My father was very harsh. He would beat me with anything he could get his hands on. That time, the wooden stick was even broken. But it's a good thing, thank goodness my father was able to control me, otherwise I'm not sure what I would have become."
Parents have a great influence on the growth of their children. If Zhao Hai spoiled his child, Zhao Luochuan might have become a gangster who did all kinds of evil.
Zhao Luochuan stopped laughing and continued, "Let me tell you about my mother. She's from Jiangnan. She said there's water everywhere there, and sometimes you can just take a boat instead of a carriage."
"She was originally a lotus-picking girl, and her family lived a very difficult life. My mother sent lotus seeds to the wealthy families in their area. The eldest daughter of the wealthy family was a kind person. She took pity on my mother and bought her as a maid. She taught her to read and write, and gave her a new name, Lianyi."
Putting away his teasing tone, Zhao Luochuan's voice was a little muffled: "The eldest daughter got married, and my mother became a dowry and married into another wealthy family with the eldest daughter. The husband's family treated the eldest daughter badly. Within two years, she was tortured to death, and my mother was also driven out. She had nowhere to go, so she returned to the family that sold her. Fortunately, her brother and sister-in-law were good people. They didn't mind my mother eating and drinking for free at home, and they found a marriage for my mother. But natural disasters and man-made disasters are hard to avoid. Before my mother got married, her home was destroyed by a flood. She had no choice but to flee all the way north until she met my father."
Yang Donghu felt a little emotional. In the past, he could only see such things in TV dramas, but now that he heard it with his own ears, he felt even more sad.
"My father had to take care of my uncle, so he never got married. Later, he saved some money and married Aunt Cuilan to my uncle, but my father was too old to do so, so he remained a bachelor."
"My mother came here alone for unknown reasons. The villagers despised her and no one wanted her, so she returned home with my father. My mother has a good temper and always has a smile on her face. When I made mistakes and got beaten, she never scolded me. She just hugged me and asked if it hurt, and then carefully explained to me what was right and wrong and what was right."
Zhao Luochuan's eyes moistened as he spoke. He tried to keep his voice steady, pausing for a moment before continuing, "My mother fell ill while fleeing and has been in poor health ever since. In the early winter of the year when I was eight, she passed away in my father's arms. When she first passed away, I didn't believe it. When the villagers said she was dead, I started fighting with them and cried all the way back to my father asking for her. The first time my father knew I'd fought with someone, he didn't beat me. He just hugged me and cried. That's when I knew I really didn't have a mother anymore."
Yang Donghu still remembers what Zhao Fangchu said about Zhao Luochuan when he was a child and couldn't beat his friends so he would hide and cry. A child that young had no mother to turn to after being beaten, and he felt sad just thinking about it.
He could empathize with Yang Donghu very well. He was raised by his grandmother since he was a child. He was taken away by his parents after his grandmother passed away. It was as if his parents did not exist at all. He lacked family warmth since he was a child.
Yang Donghu walked over to Zhao Luochuan and squatted down, covering his large hands with his own. He said softly, "If your mother knew how powerful you are now, she would definitely be very pleased. My grandmother said that after a person dies, they will always be watching us from heaven. Your mother must be watching you too."
Zhao Luochuan thought the grandmother he was talking about was the old lady of the Yang family. He suddenly remembered Yang Donghu's previous situation and quickly gathered his emotions. He shook Yang Donghu's hand and said, "My mother would be so happy if she knew I married such a good husband. Come with me to see my mother tomorrow."
Yang Donghu's smiling face once again touched Zhao Luochuan's heart. Zhao Luochuan watched his mouth opening and closing, and a clear sound rang in his ears.
"good."
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