"Dad, no matter what happens this time, you have to take care of my third brother. You see, he has really gone too far. Liu Shunzi, the village chief, and his brothers all want to build houses and become rich. What about us?
Who would believe that this has nothing to do with the third brother? You would rather give a lot of money to outsiders than give us any. Is this brotherhood? ”
God knows how angry he was when he found out they were going to build a house. Does he really want to kill someone?
Zhao Dashu is such a bastard, is he mentally ill?
"Why don't you go and find out what he bought?"
"Ai!"
Zhao Dayong ran out the door immediately. No matter what the third brother bought, it was undeniable that this kid made a fortune again after this trip.
He must give his son to him. If that doesn't work, he will let his father force him to have it.
It's strange, why does he make money like this? It's harder for him to make money than climbing to the sky. Recently I have been helping Liu Shunzi build a house every day. I work hard and only earn about twenty dollars a day. What about them? The key to their wealth was his younger brother.
He felt as depressed as a turtle, and the culprit went out to hang around and couldn't be found.
"The third old prodigal son, he has two dollars in his hand and he doesn't know who he is? Old man, how can he build this? Five carriages, not to mention other things, how much does it cost to rent a carriage? He has a lot of money, can't he give us some, give some to the boss? Old man, is he mentally ill?"
Old man Zhao rolled the tobacco slowly and lit it, "He is not mentally ill, he just never took us seriously.
You still can't see clearly, in his eyes, our whole family together is not as good as Liu Shunzi. ”
"How is it possible? I'm his biological mother!" Old Mrs. Sun didn't believe it. She was Zhao Dashu's mother and the one who raised him. How could she be inferior to Liu Shunzi?
Who is Liu Shunzi? Isn’t he just a sweet-talker? How can a fatherless and motherless bastard compare with her?
"When the second brother comes back, tell him to call the third brother. I want to have a chat with him."
Old man Zhao treated her as if she was farting, and he smoked with his eyes narrowed. The third brother obviously doesn't listen to them and can't be controlled, but he happens to be a popular person outside. How can they make him surrender and listen to them?
How can I get the money in his hands back home, or at least the money he earned?
He felt miserable, seeing his least favorite youngest son living a prosperous life while his most beloved eldest son was still struggling in the quagmire, he really couldn't stand the gap.
Especially recently, people in the village have started to gossip about him and talk behind his back. The village chief, Liu Shunzi, Huzi, Heizi...all of them planned to build houses, and they all said they wanted to build houses with blue bricks and tiles.
Everyone in the village knows what kind of people they are. Except for the village chief, who else can afford to open the pot? Suddenly, they became rich inexplicably.
Could it be that they went out together and got hit on the head with silver? That's impossible, right? The only possibility is that the three bastards helped them.
Haha, they help outsiders one by one, but don’t give any help to their own brothers and parents. The villagers are blind. He just didn't understand. What good did it do to Zhao Dashu to have a reputation as a crooked person?
Old man Zhao couldn't understand why the third brother would do such a stupid thing? Just look at his ability to make money and you will know that he is definitely not a stupid person.
"Alas, the division of the family was wrong!"
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