Zhao Dayong stood up and said, "Dad, my elder brother is fine now. You can talk to him slowly. I'm going to work first. Call me if you need anything."
He must play the role of a filial son well. The third brother is very wary of them. In addition, Sanzhuzi was a fool and spoke without restraint last time, so adoption may really have to rely on the old man.
"What's going on?" After everyone left, Old Man Zhao motioned to Old Lady Sun to go to the door to see if anyone was eavesdropping.
She stood up and looked around at the door. Seeing that there was no one in the yard, she shook her head at the old man.
"Dad, I want to adopt Jiadong to the third child."
Just one sentence from him made Old Zhao's head buzz instantly, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell off the kang.
Old Mrs. Sun also stared at her eldest son blankly, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
It really proves the old saying of our ancestors: as long as you are rich, people will come to you even if you are shit, and others will think you are fragrant.
The old man's mouth trembled slightly. What a sin, what a sin!
Both sons have the same idea for money. Even if the third son's family wants to adopt a child, they can only adopt one. What should he do?
Why did God force him to this point? The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh, you can't give it to anyone.
The boss was in such a hurry that he almost agreed to his request just now.
"No, eldest son, you are a scholar, how can you adopt your son to the third son who is a peasant?" He couldn't understand why the proud eldest son could come up with such an idea? Can Wang agree? She has always protected her two sons as if they were the apple of her eye.
"Dad, a scholar also needs to eat. I want to continue taking the imperial examinations, and the money required is not a small amount. Without anyone's help, I have to support a family with my current salary. How can I take the exam? I can't even save enough money to go to Fucheng." Zhao Dawen said this directly. He had no face at all a long time ago, and he didn't need face in front of his parents.
Old man Zhao was silent. Are his two sons going to kill each other for money? What should he do?
Old Mrs. Sun didn't dare to say anything at all. The old man had told her that they would have to rely on the eldest son for support in the future, but the eldest son was the one he loved the most, so what should he do?
"Does your family agree?"
"I agree. In our current situation, not only can I not continue my imperial examinations, but my two children can do the same. Dad, you know very well how much it costs to support a scholar."
Zhao Dawen smiled bitterly, "Ruxin is about to get married and needs a dowry. The eldest child also needs to get married, and in two years, she will be the eldest child. Dad, I can hardly eat now, and I don't even have a house. How can my children get married? How can they find a wife and continue their studies?"
Old Zhao felt extremely upset, his eyes became moist, and the eldest brother's difficulties were even deeper than the eldest brother's. After all, my husband has always lived in the village, the cost of marriage is low, and the houses are crowded. Everyone is like this, and it is understandable.
But……
The old man mentioned this first. If he had given it to the eldest brother... the old man has a gloomy temper and holds grudges.
He sighed deeply and said that in the end it was all about money. If the three bastards were willing to give some money to each family, who would be willing to give up their own son? The problem would be solved.
"Boss, just before you came back, your brother also mentioned this to me. He wanted to adopt Zhuzi as his son. Look at this..."
Zhao Dawen's heart kept sinking, so he was still one step too late, right? Thinking that he would be the only one among the three brothers who would be the poorest and most miserable, he couldn't hold back his grief and cried bitterly while hugging Old Man Zhao's thighs.
"Dad, what should I do? What should I do? There is no money. We have to eat brown rice and black noodles every day, and we have to save money. What should I do? What should my children do?"
Old man Zhao bent over and hugged Zhao Dawen with tears streaming down his face. His poor son, what should he do?
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