As long as she could go out alone, she could save some money for herself. She had the final say on how much the meat was sold and at what price. When she got married in her thirties, she would definitely save a large sum of money as a heirloom.
She was originally very satisfied with her life, but today's uncle's family made her jealous of Zhao Xiaoyu again. What kind of shit luck did this damn girl have that she could live such a happy life?
Everyone in the Zhao family had different thoughts, but no one had thought of asking Zhao Dashu for help. They had tried, but the family was so stubborn that even the little boy's little mouth was as sharp as a knife and they didn't like it at all.
"Big tree, big tree!"
Old Sun pushed through the crowd and asked, "Are they dead?"
"Enough, Mom. I have a lot of things to do at home so I'll go home first. If you have something to do, come with me." I knew what my mother was planning by looking at her eyes. If she really made a fuss with so many people around, he wouldn't stop it. Let's talk about it when we get home and close the door.
Old Mrs. Sun also felt that if she didn't ask for money when there were so many people around, it would make her seem greedy. Moreover, she was afraid that others would know that she was rich and then steal from her or rob her. She and Mrs. Huang could handle anyone, so it was obviously more suitable for her to make a fortune in silence.
"Qianqianqian, let's go home and talk about it." Old Mrs. Sun, who only had silver ingots in her eyes, ignored her children and grandchildren beside her and ran away with Zhao Dashu.
Zhao Da-yi simply couldn't bear to see his mother's stupidity. He knew what she was planning, but she didn't even think about whether she could achieve her wish? Could she beat the third brother?
Now when there are many people, if you don't ask for a while and enter the door, isn't it still the third child who has the final say? Stupid, really stupid!
If his father were still alive, the third brother would be skinned alive no matter how unwilling he was.
Zhao Dayong was completely disappointed and went home listlessly. Li, who was following him, felt that her man's back seemed to bend a few more times. She blinked and wiped away the tears in her eyes...
"Mom, I want to go to my third uncle's house. I want to be my third uncle's son!" Sanzhuzi had never seen gold ingots before, and today he seemed to have opened his third eye.
Fortunately, the school was closed on that day, otherwise he would not have been able to see such an exciting and shocking scene.
In the past, when his parents said that his uncle was rich, he had no specific concept. He only knew that he had food to eat, clothes to wear and a house to live in. When he saw so much silver one day, Sanzhuzi was excited. If all this silver could be given to him, why would he bother studying so hard?
Li covered his mouth, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of others, "Qian, go home with mother."
Sanzhuzi was carried home by his mother with his two broken legs dangling in the air. Zhao Dayong turned a deaf ear to her. He was in so much pain that he had no mood to take care of his son.
I always feel that the gap between me and my third brother is like a chasm that is difficult to cross. Can his third brother really bring him honor and accomplish anything?
"Mom, why are you covering my mouth?" Sanzhuzi asked after returning home. He just wanted to follow his grandmother to his uncle's house. He knew that his grandmother must be going to ask for money. Maybe his uncle would give him some pocket money and tell him what he wanted to do as a son to him.
"Shut up, forget what your uncle said before? I don't want you anymore, I already have my own son-in-law, can you stop talking nonsense?"
Dazhuzi went back to his room to continue studying. He was upset that his parents were still trying to support such a fool.
"Can't I have more sons if I have a son-in-law? Aren't all daughters just money-losing goods?"
Zhao Ruxin and Zhao Zhaodi were unhappy. Yes, they were all money-losing goods. If you have the ability, don’t eat the food they cook and don’t spend the money they earn.
"I can't argue with you. Anyway, your uncle's Xiaoyu is not a son. Don't mention being someone else's son again. They won't want you, and our family won't give up our own son. Do you understand?"
Zhao Da sneered. Can't bear to give up his own son? This is the biggest joke he has ever heard.
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