Third Uncle is still not honest. He only endures because he has no money. He is so smart but he can't beat Grandpa. How can I fight with my parents? The only thing I can do is to learn from you and be as lazy as possible. "
Erzhuzi said with a bitter face, "Besides, my parents are too much. They even want to send him to the county town. We will really have nothing to lose in the future.
I am soft-hearted, not stupid, they are really too sad."
The fool seemed to finally understand, and Dazhuzi was a little relieved. "You know what? Last night, our family paid forty taels for medicine. From now on, you can't move and can only lie down. Maybe we have to buy another person.
I don't know how Sanzhuzi's son, who is studying, will fare, but Erzi, the family is definitely being drained out. Believe it or not, your marriage might even be delayed."
Erzhuzi: ... "Is it really impossible to move? I stayed behind to take care of the child last night. I don't know what happened. I just know that Mom and my aunt came back and left again. Mom beat Sanzhuzi and said that the baby couldn't move."
Dazhuzi stared at the fields outside the village in a daze, his eyes filled with endless regret. "We really can't move. We've lost all our money. Forty taels is definitely all we have left."
Erzhuzi refused to believe it, "Why is the medicine so expensive? Why don't uncle and uncle give a little?"
Dazhuzi sneered. He saw clearly yesterday that his third uncle was deliberately dragging their two families into trouble. "There is a third uncle who is not afraid of spending a lot of money. He is on par with Zhang San's family.
To be honest, forty taels is just the beginning. Wait, there will be more places to spend money in the future. Your mother will definitely bring our family down.
Uncle San is clearly seeking revenge. Who among us doesn't know how our parents and uncle treated him in the past? This time, he finally got his revenge."
Erzhuzi was stunned, "Brother, what should we do?"
Dazhuzi looked at him deeply. He couldn't handle the trouble alone, so they should deal with it together. "If I were you, I would go home right away. Otherwise, just wait, I'll drag you to death."
"Can mother agree if there is no money at home?"
"Did my mother spend any money? Considering the village's contribution, I think she made a profit.
You tell them that you want to bring good luck to your grandmother and that there aren't enough people to do the housework and you want to find someone to help quickly.
Your parents believe your words. You are already engaged, so I believe that you can get married right away and return home right away. We will go together."
Erzhuzi nodded vigorously, "I'll listen to Big Brother."
They wandered around the village and then returned home. "Dad, we couldn't find Mom and my third brother."
Zhao Dayong: ...
It's obvious that they have no intention of looking for it. Erzhuzi will go crazy as soon as he touches Dazhuzi.
"Let's eat. We'll talk after dinner." He rubbed his sore head. Even though he slept for half the night yesterday, he was still very sleepy.
Thinking about his elder brother and third brother who said they had hardly slept all night and complained that his snoring was too loud, Zhao Dayong's dark eyes became deep.
Among the three brothers, not only is he doing the worst, but his health seems to be the worst as well.
They looked much better after not sleeping all night than he did after sleeping half a night.
Mrs. Pan set the breakfast, and Mrs. Gui came back with Sanzhuzi. The bastard acted like a big shot when he got home, and sat down to eat without paying any attention to anyone.
Erzhuzi clenched his fists and wanted to fight so badly, he couldn't bear it any longer.
Zhao Dayong picked up the three pillars and said, "Don't touch me, don't touch me. I'm eating, don't touch me!"
He was struggling desperately with his feet off the ground. He felt very insecure. I must be at odds with him today, right? Nothing went smoothly since early morning.
But he didn't dare to scold his father, because he knew that he had to rely on him if he wanted to live a good life in the future.
"Dad, what are you doing? I was wrong, I was wrong, can't you forgive me? It hurts! Ouch! It hurts so much!"
The sound of Zhao Dayong swinging a rattan stick was heard outside the yard. He should have been taught a lesson long ago.
"Mom, help! Someone's been beaten to death!"
At first, Mrs. Gui was able to hold her composure, but soon she could no longer bear it. Her youngest son had only been beaten a few times since he was a child, and he was a scholar, so his skin was tender and could not withstand beatings.
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