Old Mrs. Sun threw a pillow at his head.
Seeing his older brother get beaten, Zhao Dayong dared not say anything more. He had originally planned to give his older brother two cabbages and himself two radishes.
The third brother gave two large pieces of meat, making a perfect pair.
He thought his idea was brilliant and looked at Xu Laosan expectantly. His third brother had plenty of money; he could even afford to give him two pigs.
If they're that rich, they could give my mother a big, fat pig every month so she can eat whatever she wants.
"Mother, what do you think is a suitable gift for the three of us brothers?"
Zhao Dawen's vision went black; that bastard was trying to trick them again.
Zhao Dayong gripped his thigh, momentarily tense.
"How about you each give me two hundred coins, and I'll buy whatever I want to eat?"
"I'm fine."
Zhao Dawen and Zhao Dayong glared at Zhao Dashu, but he naturally had no objection. That bastard must have done it on purpose, coming back to trick them.
"Mother, it's not that I don't want to give, it's just that I'm broke. You know I'm not even selling vegetables anymore, and that scoundrel Sanzhuzi has stolen from our house twice already..."
Old Mrs. Sun looked at her second son, whom she hadn't looked at closely in a long time.
"Second brother, why have you gotten so old?"
I was shocked when I took a closer look. Good heavens, my second son looks more and more like an old man as he gets older!
Zhao Dayong felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart. He knew he didn't look young, but he wasn't as old as his mother said, was he?
"Life is tough, I work every day, and I'm just barely getting by."
Old Mrs. Sun looked at the eldest and third sons carefully again, "You look too old. You're almost a generation younger than your eldest brother, let alone the third son."
You need to take care of your health. In a few years, no one will believe you and your third brother are related. Let the kids do whatever they want. If you can manage them, great; if not, just let them do whatever they want.
Zhao Dayong was always the first to complain, and now he was truly suffering. "Mother, I'm having such a hard time!" he said, his eyes reddening. It was rare to see Old Sun's heart aching for him.
Zhao Dashu tsk tsk... I must say, Second Brother would be perfect for performing in operas. He can cry so easily and is very good at expressing all kinds of emotions.
"Alright then, you can skip your share of the holiday gifts this year. Third brother, you and eldest brother each give me two hundred coins."
She wanted to say three hundred coins, but considering that the two men were both troublemakers, she didn't dare to speak.
“Mother, it’s even harder for me if my second brother is not doing well. We have two children in school. If he doesn’t contribute, neither should I. Why should I be the one to suffer?”
Zhao Dashu wanted to clap his hands, thinking, "Fine, I can eat for free today."
Old Mrs. Sun looked at Zhao Dashu expectantly. Her eldest and second sons had always been freeloaders, so she'd tolerated it. Could her third son just give them the money directly? He had plenty of money anyway.
“I followed my eldest brother. Speaking of which, our family is the one that suffers the most. We have the fewest people in our family, while my eldest and second eldest brothers’ families are full of people. In the two hundred books, I am the one who suffers the loss and they benefit.”
Old Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth, "You wretched child, I won't give it to you!"
They have no conscience! How could they possibly eat from an old woman who can't move?
Old Mrs. Sun closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger. Why were they still making her angry on this holiday? Why?
The sons simply chewed her up and ate her.
Old Mrs. Sun turned her head away, indicating that she didn't want to talk to them.
Zhao Dawen looked at Zhao Dashu with strong disapproval, "Third brother, you shouldn't have made Mother sad."
"Brother, what you're saying is a bit ridiculous. Don't you know who made Mother sad? Just give it to me, and I'll give it to you."
Unable to win an argument with Zhao Dashu, Zhao Dawen turned his back in anger.
It's been so long, and you're still as annoying as ever. What's the point of bringing you back? You might as well just die out there.
Regardless of what they thought, Zhao Dashu sat on the stool leisurely eating sunflower seeds.
"Mom, these roasted melon seeds are pretty good. Where did you buy them?"
Old Mrs. Sun was even angrier. It wasn't enough that she was eating her grain; she wasn't even letting go of her snacks.
They're all debt collectors!
"In town."
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