"Third brother, please keep this for me and dad."
Put two cloth bags on the table.
"This is……"
"The money from selling the house in the county town."
"What are you going to do with this?"
Zhao Dayong chuckled a few times, "You know, our family is very cunning, and people will covet our things if we have any. So, Dad saw that your family is quite peaceful, so he gave it to you for safekeeping. In the future, if we need money, we will ask you for it. Thank you for your hard work, third brother!"
So, you think this place is a money house!
My father and second brother are really calculating. They gave the silver to him for safekeeping, and he has to pay for it if it is lost. Zhao Dashu was truly speechless.
"Count the silver, how much is it? Let's compare the numbers. It's getting late, and we'll have dinner at home soon."
Zhao Dashu resigned himself to the fate and compared the silver with Zhao Dayong, "A total of ninety-four taels and six cents."
"Yes, yes, that's right. I went back first, and you stayed in hiding."
Zhao Xiaoyu: ...If she gets angry in the future, she really won’t be able to steal into the old house.
"Yours and Dad's?"
"Well, big brother keeps it for himself."
Zhao Dashu said he understood, "I replied!"
This was the first time Zhao Dayong ran away so quickly. He was afraid that Zhao Dashu would not accept the money from them, or would only accept the money from his father.
"Your second uncle's plan has all come back to haunt me."
"No, Dad, it was Grandpa's plan, and Second Uncle was just a by-product."
Zhao Dashu had been tormented by the old house to the point of losing his temper, "You keep it." All the money in the family was in the hands of his daughter, and no one else would be as safe as her.
Alas, Zhao Xiaoyu had no choice but to accept the money, and her space became the Zhao family's safe.
Zhao Dashu is very hardworking. Since he learned to read, he no longer goes out and does not go to Liu Shunzi in the front yard to drink.
A family of four would stay in the study every day, close the door, and write and read.
Song felt very miserable. She forgot what her daughter taught her the moment she turned around. Her brushwork was not as good as Lihua's.
Studying is not as good as being in the kitchen.
"Mom, now that you have learned to read, you can spend your time reading books. You can read them in class and find all kinds of stories."
My mother has no passion for learning, so she can only promise her something and keep her going.
"Really?"
"Really? The troupe sings stories from the novels."
Song rolled up his sleeves again, carefully dipped the brush into ink, and wrote.
"The sky and earth are dark and yellow, the universe is vast and desolate..."
"Girl, what does the universe mean?"
"Everything in the world."
Since the family split up, Zhao Dayong started eating separately from Zhao Dawen's family the next day. When Li cooks, she only cooks for her family and the old couple, and avoids cooking with Wang. Wang felt bitter because their family had no food and the head of the household was not a decent person and didn't buy even a pound of food.
Helplessly, she could only cook with the food brought by Zhao Dashu. Li immediately told Zhao Dayong, and Zhao Laoer, who was unwilling to suffer any loss, refused to do so and went to find his father.
"Dad, from now on you will live with us, and the food given by the third brother will no longer be given to the eldest brother. Don't you agree?"
"Why should a family care so much?"
"Since the eldest brother's family eats the third brother's, we will eat it too. What should we do after we finish eating? Dad, if you think it's not enough, will the third brother make up for it?"
Zhao Dayong knew very well that he couldn't afford to suffer any loss.
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