Zhao Yongyu's words made Zhao Qingshui and Zhao Xiaojuan's eyes red. Uncle, it's Mingqi and the others.
Zhao Yongyu rubbed his eyebrows and glanced at his mother. He could understand the sadness on his mother's face. Not only her, but he himself was also worried.
How to accommodate these two people.
No matter what, I can't bear to let them fend for themselves.
What can I do? My family could only survive the natural disaster with the help of my father-in-law's family.
Although I now earn three taels of silver by teaching children.
These three taels of silver were a lot for a farmer's family, but for someone like me who was going to take the imperial examination, I also needed to live frugally. The expenses for writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone alone were considerable every month.
I have just arrived in Beijing and don't need to socialize with my classmates for the time being.
Having more classmates in the future will add a lot of expenses.
In addition, during the Chinese New Year, due to hail and heavy snow, the teaching work has been suspended. There is no income for this month.
Zhao Yongyu suppressed his anxiety and talked to Zhao Qingshui and Zhao Xiaojuan for a few words.
He stood up and said to Zhao's mother, "Mom, I have something to discuss with you."
After saying that, he walked out of the room first.
Zhao's mother guessed that her son was discussing the matters of the two children with her, so she quickly stood up, followed her son, and walked out of the room.
He moved away from the door, making sure they couldn't hear the conversation, and then stopped.
Zhao Yong looked at his mother with a troubled look on his face, "Mom, they...what should we do with them?"
Zhao's mother had thought of a solution. "According to the old practice in the village, after the parents passed away, the children could be adopted by their uncles."
Without waiting for Zhao's mother to continue, Zhao Yong waved his hands again and again, "No, no, Meiping won't agree."
Ever since the second sister-in-law severed ties with the family last time, my wife has discovered that the first wife's family has been behaving badly, and her words and actions are full of disdain.
Moreover, I have reminded myself more than once not to follow the example of the eldest family.
How could she agree to let her adopt those two children?
Zhao Yongcai himself was not happy about it either. Those two had been sneaky and cunning since they were young. If they listened to him, he was adopting them. If they didn't, he was inviting two ancestors to him and he had to serve them.
Zhao's mother also mentioned it casually. Seeing her son's objection, she quickly changed the subject and said, "It's okay if you don't want to adopt the child. Qingshui is not young anymore. He is fourteen years old and can also set up his own household. Xiaojuan will also be able to get married in a few years."
As an uncle, you can help them and make ends meet."
Zhao Yong nodded, he thought so too.
I'm fourteen years old now. If I work hard, grow some crops, and do some odd jobs during the slack season, I'm sure I'll be able to make a living.
When the time comes when you really can't make it anymore, you can't just ignore it.
After a brief discussion, Zhao Yongye and his mother reached a consensus and went back to the room again.
With his mother's consent, Zhao Yong felt relieved. He looked at Zhao Qingshui and asked gently, "Do you have your household registration card with you?"
Zhao Qingshui shook his head.
Zhao Xiaojuan continued to complain, "The household registration card was taken away by Zhao Qingyun when he left home. He only cared about himself and never cared about our life or death."
Zhao Yong sighed and ignored Zhao Xiaojuan's complaints.
He called Zhao Qingshui and said, "Come with me to find the village chief and see if we can settle down here."
The uncle and nephew walked towards Village Chief Jiang's house.
When Zhao Qingshui heard that his uncle took him to ask the village chief about settling down, he felt relieved. It seemed that his uncle was going to take care of them.
As long as they are willing to take care of it, Zhao Qingshui is afraid of the days when no one will take care of him.
In his mind, "control" means to take care of, not to restrict oneself.
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