In Old Sun's room, the three brothers ignored each other. After the medicine was prepared, Huang went to boil the medicine on her own.
"Mom, give me the money for the medicine."
Old Mrs. Sun was a little reluctant to part with the money, as it was hers once it was in her hands. However, when she thought about how she would have to rely on her youngest son to find a doctor for her in the future, she heartbrokenly counted out six taels and seven cents of silver plus the village doctor's consultation fee of fifteen cents.
"Third brother, this medicine is really expensive."
"It's full of good stuff, so how could it not be expensive? Forget about the money, your health is the most important thing."
This is what Old Sun likes to hear the most. "You are right. Good health is the most important thing."
The third son was right. The family was not short of money. She shouldn't be stingy with the money. Health was the most important thing.
"Third brother, what are your plans after Xiao Lei's death? Will you continue studying? What are your plans?"
After a long while, Zhao Dawen asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time.
He would rather Xiao Lei become the top scholar in the future than Zhao Dashu become a juren. It's so embarrassing.
"As for me, I don't plan to continue studying. I'm content with being a scholar. As for Xiao Lei, he'll be going to the provincial capital soon."
"Oh, he's going to the capital to study?"
"Otherwise, who can teach him if he stays in the county?"
"Where can I go to study in Fucheng?"
"It must be the best academy. We can afford it, so why would we need to choose?"
Zhao Dawen felt depressed. If he had been able to go to the provincial capital to study after passing the examination for the title of scholar, he would probably have passed the examination for the title of juren.
Just like Zhao Dashu said, there isn't even a decent teacher in the county, so how can we teach him? How can we teach him?
He—Zhao Dawen—was delayed.
"He went to the capital alone?"
"Xiaoyu is coming with us. How can we be separated after getting married?"
He didn't say that he would go with them, as he was afraid that the one lying on the bed would make a fuss, so he decided to talk about it when they left.
"Where will we stay in the capital?"
After drinking the painkillers, Old Sun regained her strength to do some gossip. She was hungry, and Huang was making them a midnight snack.
"When I was taking the exam for the scholar degree, I bought a house in the city. It's not far from the academy, so it will be convenient for Xiao Lei to go to and from get out of class. We also have a carriage at home, which is even more convenient."
Zhao Dawen once again confirmed that they must not offend the third brother, and that their mother must not die.
If his sons could stay at his house when they go to the provincial capital in the future, they could save a lot of money.
Food and accommodation are actually a big expense. You can't eat badly, but good food is expensive. If you eat every day, you won't see the money disappearing like water.
Zhao Dayong didn't think too much about it. All he had in mind now was the forty taels he had just spent, and he felt so sorry for it.
Since you have enough money, why do you want to squeeze him dry?
The third brother is really a piece of shit!
"Third brother, Xiao Lei is just a son-in-law after all, you care too much about him. Besides, when you chose a live-in son-in-law, wasn't it because you couldn't bear to see Xiao Yu go to her in-laws' house and not see her every day? Now it's even further away to the provincial capital, how can we meet?"
Zhao Dawen still wanted to keep trying. If he could persuade the third brother, that would be the best. If he couldn't, it wouldn't hurt him either.
The eldest son's words touched the old woman's heart. "Third brother, what your eldest brother said is absolutely right. Your last name is Zhao and his last name is Xiao. There's no way you can get along."
"I know what's going on."
You have no idea at all. All you have is blind indulgence.
Old Mrs. Sun didn't want to continue persuading. She was almost dying, so how could she have the energy to care about others?
"The midnight snack is ready. Can I bring it in now?"
"Bring it in." Zhao Dashu looked at his mother and said, "Mom, you can't get up either. Let Huang feed you."
"Let's go."
Everyone was hungry, so the midnight snack consisted of thin noodles made from glutinous rice noodles, two eggs in a bowl, some vegetables and shredded pork.
"The noodle soup is what's left over from the bone soup we made last night. Master, you can have it."
Zhao Dashu liked to eat good food, but he wasn't too picky. He picked up the bowl of noodles and took a bite. "Ms. Huang, your cooking skills are pretty good."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master."
Zhao Dawen and Zhao Dayong were not polite. This bowl of noodles cost them forty taels of silver, and they had emptied their family savings. They had to finish it and not leave even a mouthful of soup.
Zhao Dayong, in particular, had been living a very hard life in recent years, and only had a few good meals at banquets. So now, he couldn't stop eating a bowl of noodles.
It tastes delicious. No wonder my mother is satisfied with Mr. Huang’s cooking skills.
After finishing the meal, they felt relaxed and comfortable, their stomachs warm. They all yawned simultaneously. Old Sun's pain subsided after taking the medicine, and she ate a full bowl of noodles and almost finished the soup.
"Mom, you have such a good appetite!" Zhao Dashu marveled at his mother's good appetite. He looked at her and saw nothing wrong with her.
"If my waist wasn't so painful, I could have eaten another bowl."
Forehead……
"Are you full? If not, there seems to be more in the pot." She didn't want to eat anymore. It was too tiring to be fed by others. She didn't know when she would be able to sit up and eat by herself.
"I want another bowl." Zhao Dayong had just tasted the flavor when it disappeared. He thought he could finish two more bowls.
We rarely eat meat at home, so he has a good appetite.
Zhao Dawen thought for a moment and said, "I want a bowl too."
His family's living conditions were not good, and he saved the money to support his son's future education. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat, but Wang was too stingy, and he couldn't beat her, so he could only endure it.
Zhao Dashu raised his eyebrows. Are these two planning to eat the forty taels?
Thinking that all the fine grains in my mother's house were provided by him, Zhao Dashu, not wanting to suffer any loss, said, "I'll have a bowl too."
A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Dashu felt a lump in his throat. He stood up with the help of a stool and walked slowly. He couldn't eat anymore because his stomach hurt from the lump.
Zhao Dayong didn't move. He was tired and thought he should have a good sleep after eating.
Zhao Dawen was also walking slowly. He was a little full. After all, he had already eaten in the evening and now he had eaten two large bowls of noodles.
It's just a little bit full, not as exaggerated as Zhao Dashu's.
Zhao Dashu was completely unwell. What was going on? Was he the worst of the brothers? The one who couldn't eat the most?
He used to be able to eat all the food in the whole family without any rivals.
After eating, Old Mrs. Sun fell asleep immediately. After a while, Zhao Dayong started snoring while sitting. He could not compare with them in doing physical work.
Only Zhao Dashu and Zhao Dawen stared at each other until dawn.
When I got home, I found someone squatting at my door.
Who else was so blind as to want to blackmail him? Could it be Xiao Lei's stepmother, Yang?
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