Will he undergo a baby's first birthday celebration (or "grasping the objects to predict the future")?
"Why wouldn't you? Just grab whatever you like. A child's age is different; they don't understand anything."
That sounds quite right.
"Alright, let's hold the banquet before we leave. It'll be more lively if we hold it in the village."
"I'll go to the county town another day. I want to get a gold necklace and two big gold bracelets made for my grandson."
"Mother, are you planning to make him a Maitreya Buddha?"
"Why are you so bad at talking these days?"
Zhao Xiaoyu was overjoyed. Her son was already chubby, and with the gold necklace, gold bracelets on his wrists and ankles, he looked incredibly festive.
"Mom, could you buy me two more anklets to make a pair?"
"become."
Suddenly someone started banging loudly on the door outside the courtyard.
"Who is it? Who knocks on the door like that during the New Year?"
"Something might have happened."
Ms. Song was initially quite unhappy, but upon hearing her daughter say that something might have happened, she quickly took off her apron and followed her out.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Dashu didn't come out; he probably didn't hear it from inside.
"The second master has arrived, saying he needs the master's help. He's in a panic and still crying."
"cry?"
Did my second uncle cry?
"Yes, the second master is very agitated and keeps saying he wants the master to save his life."
Song was dumbfounded.
"Xiaoyu, go and call your father out."
"good."
"Go and invite your second uncle in."
Zhao Xiaoyu sighed. Her second uncle's third son was up to no good again; he never seemed to have a moment of peace.
When Zhao Dayong entered the room, Song Shi and Zhao Xiaoyu were startled to see him; their eyes were red and swollen from crying.
What's going on?
I doubt anyone would be this heartbroken if their milk supply were failing.
"Second brother, your family..." Zhao Dashu, who was about to utter harsh words, froze. Had the sky fallen?
What's wrong with you?
Zhao Dayong knelt down in front of Zhao Dashu with a "plop." The mother and daughter who followed behind paused in their steps. "Playing this big?"
"Third brother, please save Dazhuzi!"
Tears and snot streamed down his face, making him look extremely disheveled.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Third brother, Dazhu was beaten by the Pan family and has been brought back. He's barely alive and lying on the kang (a heated brick bed). The doctor said he needs to be taken to the county clinic. I've come to borrow a cart."
"Borrow the car, butler, hurry and prepare the car."
"Eh."
Zhao Xiaoyu glanced at Zhao Dayong. "Was he beaten up by the Pan family and sent back? What did he do?"
Zhao Dayong didn't have time for anything else. Once his son was alright, he was determined to make the Pan family pay for their crimes in blood. With his third brother backing him up, he wanted to see who dared to bully him!
The person left, and Zhao Dashu was still in a daze.
"It looks like the injury is quite serious."
So, is he going to see the pillar one last time?
"Dad, you should think about why my cousin was beaten. Didn't he divorce Pan? Why did he go to her house again?"
Oh yeah, did this kid go and bother her? Or was he just being stubborn and acting recklessly?
“Dad, if your second uncle asks you to stand up for him, you should be careful and not agree easily.”
We need to get to the bottom of this; we can't be accomplices to evil.
"I know."
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