This time, Li was smart enough to bring the New Year's goods home as well.
"It's fucking cold."
Mule carts are better, especially the third brother's mule cart, which has a stove inside, so it's warm and sheltered from the wind.
His face is so windblown that it's almost not his own anymore.
"It's especially windy today, you should huddle under the covers."
There was no way three people could fit under one small quilt, especially the sick one. When they got home, the elderly couple felt like their legs weren't even their own anymore.
"Erzhuzi, come and carry your brother inside."
"They're here."
He carried the person directly into the house, saying, "The kang in your room was just heated; it'll be warm in a bit." Then he ran off without looking back.
His wife told him to stop nagging his older brother, or she would go back to her parents' home.
Zhao Dayong couldn't call back his second son, who ran faster than a rabbit. "You've all grown up now, you're all independent, and I can't control you anymore."
Da Zhuzi remained silent, while Er Zhuzi knew his wife was no good and that she was the one causing all the trouble behind his back.
Zhao Dayong felt extremely tired. He didn't see his youngest son when he got home today, and he didn't know where he had gone off to party again.
Why can't they manage their own family?
He has truly poured his heart and soul into it.
"Old woman, I might have to sleep in the eldest son's room for the time being."
Li nodded, "You sleep with him, we'll talk about it after he's healed." Thinking of the doctor's words, Li was still unwilling, "Old man, why don't you go and beg the third son, Dazhu can't be lame, even if he's a little limp."
You say he's already in such a terrible situation, no wife, no children. If his legs also become weak, how do you think he'll survive?
Zhao Dayong shook his head. "He chose this path himself. Neither you nor I can help him. He has already said that Dazhuzi has nothing to do with him and he is not even willing to lend a mule cart. Do you think he will help to invite a tutor?"
The third brother said, "We all blamed the doctor when we invited him before, saying he deliberately harmed Dazhu. He won't dare to do it again; he only knows a few doctors, and their medical skills are limited, so they can't help us."
Even so, it was only because he lingered at the door and refused to leave that the third brother came over and said a few words to him. Now he can't even get into their house.
He held a deep grudge against the Pan family because of what happened to them. From now on, he would be more inclined to help them than to watch the show or gloat over their misfortunes.
"Dazhuzi, you've really offended your third uncle to death."
snort.
The person on the kang sneered, "Dad, don't joke around. I'd offend him, how could I dare to offend him? Even if we did nothing, he wouldn't help us at all, would he?"
"That's how it is, I'm glad you understand. Don't cause any more trouble in the future, just live your own little life."
"Mrs. Pan, don't go looking for her anymore. Your ill-fated relationship is over. Wait a year or two, then find yourself a new wife, someone from far away."
Dazhuzi remained silent. What was the point of finding a wife? If the new one couldn't get pregnant, she would probably run away again. Even if she didn't run away, he would be laughed at by everyone in the village. Everyone would talk behind his back.
"Father, Mother, tomorrow is the 30th. You should go and get busy. It seems like we haven't prepared anything at home yet."
I wonder what the second brother's family prepared? How many dumplings did they make?
Li rubbed her lower back and went to the kitchen. "Second son's wife, come here for a second!"
On the 29th, every household in the village had made preparations for the New Year. Zhao Dashu was writing couplets with Xiao Lei inside the house, preparing them for use the next day.
"Lei Zi, what do you think of the calligraphy I wrote for the front door this year?"
"Dad's couplet is very elegant and dignified; it's very suitable to put it on the front door."
Zhao Dashu was pleased with himself. Although his calligraphy was not as good as that of famous calligraphers, it was more than enough for writing couplets. "Alright, you don't need to write anymore. I will write all the couplets for the doors of my house this year."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Father."
Xiao Lei obediently stopped writing.
Zhao Dashu rolled up his sleeves. "Lei Zi, do you think my handwriting has improved since last year?"
Although he didn't go to school, he still practiced calligraphy for half an hour every day, not for any other reason than to show off.
For example, right now, or in front of the village chief and the others, his handwriting is still quite presentable.
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