Zhao Dashu didn't want them to go to his house, saying, "I'll go to the old house instead."
When I saw my second brother just now, he almost didn't recognize him. So I asked him what happened, what had he been through these past two years, and how he had aged so much.
He looked like an old man, at least ten years older, with gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face that could hold noodles.
My second sister-in-law wasn't going to be outdone. What exactly happened between the two of them? Did they go to do manual labor?
I wasn't this tired when I sold vegetables before. Didn't they say they weren't selling vegetables anymore? Logically, things should be easier now.
"Dad, let's go home now."
Zhao Xiaoyu also took a deep look at her second uncle and aunt. The two of them were obviously overwhelmed with worry, their bodies were severely overdrawn, and they were malnourished. If they didn't take good care of themselves, they would be in serious trouble when they got old.
It might even affect your lifespan.
What are they worried about? Aren't all their sons married? Except for Sanzhuzi and Xiaoyazi, everyone else is married.
Zhao Dayong felt that his daughter-in-law's health was more important than his mother's old age and food.
He would prefer his third brother to help him find a good doctor.
When we arrived at the old house, we found that apart from the house being more dilapidated, nothing had changed.
Zhao Dawen felt uneasy seeing other people living in his house, but locking it up wouldn't help; they could pick the lock.
What are you trying to say?
"Third brother, our mother really can't keep eating like this. You have no idea how my second brother and I have been struggling these past two years. We can't afford to support her, we simply can't."
It turns out it was all for his mother.
"Our elder brother, you agreed to this before the clan leader, so what do you mean by saying you can't support us anymore?"
“We have no money. You know how little income my second son and I have. We also have children in school, and my second son’s family has a heavy burden. Look at how he looks. He’s almost older than his mother.”
Zhao Dashu looked at his second brother carefully again. He wasn't older than his mother, at least his hair was white like a mother's.
However, the wrinkles were indeed deep; my mother was all fleshy, and you could hardly see the wrinkles at all.
"Brother, you can support your mother. You know how much you can earn in a month copying books, and I know that too."
The eldest brother might not be the richest, but he's certainly not poor. If we're talking about who's suffered the most, it's definitely the second brother.
He was the most calculating, yet his life was also the hardest. Sometimes it's better to be a little oblivious; what's the point of all the scheming?
They didn't even spare their own son, and what was the result?
My second brother has ruined himself to this state; there's nothing more to say about him.
"Big brother, if you think my mother is living too well and eating too much, just tell her directly."
"Coming to me is useless. I wouldn't dare make decisions for my mother; only her approval matters. You know her temper."
They only approached him because they knew their mother had a bad temper.
"We really can't afford to support our mother anymore, third brother. Please have pity on us."
Zhao Dashu: ...
"Brother, I really don't dare to answer what you're saying. Father left you all his money when he passed away. If he knew that you didn't even want to support our mother, do you think he would jump out of his grave and beat you to death?"
“Third brother, second brother is different from you. I can’t compare with you. I can support our mother in her old age, but I can’t support her like this. If this continues, I’m afraid I’ll die before our mother.”
In the past two years, he really felt that he could no longer work and was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Zhao Dashu believed him, but his second brother thought something was off.
"I'll say it again, you need to find Mother, it's no use coming to me. Second brother, if you can persuade Mother, I can split your share with eldest brother."
Even if they've done something virtuous, the couple really don't look very good.
"Hey third brother, if you want to be a good person, go do it yourself. Why are you dragging me into it?"
"Of course, with your abilities, eldest brother can make money. But second brother, even if Mother agrees, it's only for food; you'll still have to contribute the rest."
"Okay, I understand."
Zhao Dayong was overjoyed. He never expected that his third brother would actually let him go. So what if he felt sorry for him?
He has long lost his dignity. Sometimes when he lies down, he thinks that if he could sleep forever and never wake up, it wouldn't be such a blessing.
Life is so tiring. If I had known it would be this tiring, I would have only had one child, Zhaodi.
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