Sanzhuzi stood in the cold wind for a while before reluctantly going home.
Tonight during dinner, the old woman was acting like a jerk and was completely rude to him. He almost wanted to beat her up, but he held back because of all the delicious food.
After all, even the steamed bread I eat at home is not enough to fill me up.
The old woman had a really easy life. She saw them coming over and adding more dishes. She could have eaten a whole table by herself.
Honestly, if he could live like his grandmother, he would be willing to lie down and become an invalid. The old woman should actually thank him, it was a blessing in disguise, because because of him, she can live a good life now and eat like a fat pig.
Sanzhuzi returned home in a depressed mood, and no one in the room looked at him except Li.
"Your father has passed away?"
"Mom, will I get lucky money for New Year's greetings tomorrow?"
"Surely, there should be, but your grandma didn't give much New Year's money in previous years."
It’s better than nothing. Last year, each person gave thirty cents, which is better than countless people in the village.
Thirty cents was enough for him to buy a lot of candy.
Dazhuzi glanced at his wife. In the first year as a new bride, besides her wet-daddy and mother, she must also give red envelopes. He and his wife have ten cents each, so his mother cannot give too little.
Including my uncle's family, the total should be about 100 Wen.
One hundred coins is not bad. After the Chinese New Year, I will ask Mrs. Pan to plant more vegetables. My parents have cultivated so much land before and said they don’t plan to plant it in the next two years, so they can take over.
If Mrs. Pan could earn him three, four, or five taels of silver a year, wouldn't he be able to build his own house and move away within two years?
Mrs. Pan felt a chill on her neck. "My mother-in-law lit three flasks on the stove, isn't it cold?"
The lying old Mrs. Sun was also feeling sorry for the meal they had today and decided not to eat with them next year. When the third son came home next year, she could eat with him, or she could ask the eldest and second sons' families to bring some dishes over and they would eat the dishes they brought. She couldn't sit at the table anyway and would have to eat at the small table.
Thinking about it, he grabbed two handfuls of candies and melon seeds and gave them to the servant next to him, "Eat, sit down, we will stay up together to celebrate the New Year. Eat as much as you want, don't be polite to me."
Zhao Dawen and the others just happened to come into the house and heard what my mother said. They secretly cursed her for being a spendthrift. The children at home didn’t even have snacks, so how could they, who were selling their bodies, deserve to eat any?
Thinking about their New Year's Eve dinner in the evening, and sitting next to them, no worse than them, I felt even more upset.
My mother still couldn't figure it out, or maybe she was fooled by these people.
"Thank you, Madam!"
When she saw Huang coming in, she quickly waved to her to come and eat, and pretended that she didn't see anything as for her two sons.
The unfilial son still wants to eat and drink her, no way!
There was a basket next to the bed for her to throw fruit peels into.
"mother!"
"Come sit down. I called you here because I'm too bored. Come chat with me."
The two looked at each other, that's it?
"What are you talking about?"
"You can say whatever you want. What? You have nothing to say to me?"
What else can they do except be obedient to their unreasonable mother?
I can only bite the bullet and keep talking about my plans for next year, saying how difficult life is at home, and how difficult life is for my children... In short, the subtext is that they need money and need my support.
The old woman listened with great interest, and her mouth was filled with even more delight. The room was filled with the sound of people cracking melon seeds. It seemed that the two of them were providing entertainment for everyone, including the servants.
Zhao Dawen felt humiliated and was very angry when he looked at his bare hands, but as soon as he stopped, his mother urged him on.
The word "filial piety" is so depressing that he and Zhao Dayong could only suppress their anger and talk a lot. Zhao Dawen also told a few stories about unkind mothers to enlighten Old Sun.
However, she didn't understand the deeper meaning, she just felt that the eldest brother's book was interesting and the story was really good.
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