Zhao Dayong gritted his teeth. Did those three old bastards still think there was something wrong with his son?
"Alright, if you find a doctor, how about I have them all go together to take your pulse?"
"That's settled then. I'll send someone to find you once the doctor arrives."
"Thank you, Third Brother."
Zhao Dayong breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the third brother was willing to help. If Pan Shi really couldn't have children, perhaps Dazhuzi would really divorce her.
After all, no one can accept the idea of dying without an heir, especially in rural areas, where the more children the better.
Zhao Dashu refused Zhao Dayong's offer to stay for dinner, saying that even if he accepted the meal out of politeness, he would still suffer from indigestion.
"I need to rush home to make dumplings. I plan to make the dumplings myself for tomorrow's Winter Solstice. I'm busy, so I'll have to go now."
We're having a feast at the village chief's house tonight. Second brother, well, you can imagine there's nothing good at home.
I saw a little girl in the yard. Oh right, my second brother's youngest daughter. The little girl was dressed in thin, tattered clothes, and her face and hands were covered in chilblains.
His eyes were timid, and his face was sallow, with hardly any flesh on it.
Oh, what a terrible thing!
"Second brother, your child is dressed too lightly and is too thin."
Zhao Dayong used to dote on his little daughter, but after seeing one ungrateful child after another grow up, his attitude towards her changed.
Even if he's good, he's still a heartless, money-losing wretch. Because his attitude changed, his wife also started treating him coldly.
"Children are picky eaters; if they don't eat this or that, they naturally won't get fat."
Picky eater?
Do you have any picky eaters in your family?
"Don't be fooled by how lightly she's dressed; she's not cold at all."
"Second brother, I suddenly feel that what eldest brother said makes a lot of sense. Mother is the mother of the three of us brothers. There is no reason why only eldest brother and I should support her."
"Pretend I didn't mention what I just said. From now on, things will proceed as usual; whoever pays, pays."
As for the doctor, I promised he would find one for me.
He pulled out a few candies from his pocket. "Here, have some."
The little girl glanced timidly at her father.
"Hurry up and accept what your third uncle gave you."
"Thank you, Third Uncle."
The little hands were not only red and swollen, but the chilblains were also ulcerated.
For some reason, Zhao Dashu felt a little sad. He thought of his eldest daughter from before.
Second Brother is really... When a person's heart turns black, no matter how hard life gets, no one can feel any sympathy for them.
My second brother ended up like this entirely of his own making; he's truly wicked.
Zhao Dashu was still a little down when he got home.
What's wrong with you?
Zhao Xiaoyu looked at her father and felt that he seemed to be going through menopause and wasn't quite normal.
"Don't even mention it. Your second uncle and his wife are really heartless. They didn't treat that little girl well. She looks just like you when you were little. It breaks my heart to see her like that."
Is she as pitiful as she was when she was little? Dad really knows how to use metaphors.
"It's their freedom to raise their children however they want."
"That's true, daughter, is your father getting old and unable to bear seeing the little girl in such a miserable state?"
He was wearing only a tattered coat in the freezing cold, his shoes were half-broken, and his hands and face were covered in festering chilblains. He stood shivering in the yard like a little kitten, with hardly any flesh on his body.
Mrs. Song couldn't stand it anymore; it really was just like her daughter when she was little. It wasn't that she didn't want to dress her up before, but there simply weren't any clothes at home.
In winter, we can only try to keep her from getting off the kang (heated brick bed) and leaving the room to avoid her getting frostbite.
"Even if my second sister-in-law doesn't care, he's still her own son, isn't he?"
"Who knows what she's thinking? The couple is heartless. They even said they don't want to support their mother anymore, claiming they don't have the money to do so."
Ha, I initially felt sorry for him because he looked so old and unrecognizable, but then I realized he's still just as despicable as ever, and doesn't deserve my pity.
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