On the contrary, Li was a little nervous. The doctor must be very serious if he didn't want to talk about it, otherwise the third son wouldn't have made the trip.
"Third brother, is your second brother seriously injured?"
Zhao Dashu nodded. The only person his second brother cared about was his wife.
"It's very serious. The doctor said if he continues like this, he won't live more than five years. Second sister-in-law, you may soon become a widow. No, you should start looking for a new husband."
Zhao Dashu's reckless words thoroughly enraged Zhao Dayong.
"You bastard, what are you saying to your sister-in-law?"
"That's right, what did I say wrong? Second brother, you can't be so selfish. If you die, it will all be over, and the mess left behind will be left to your sister-in-law."
What can a woman like her do? Her son is unfilial, she has no money, and not much land. Do you want to see her suffer and work herself to death?
The truth is the most hurtful. Zhao Dayong was dejected and slumped against the kang (a heated brick bed), not knowing how to retort.
Yes, if he leaves, my wife will suffer terribly, even more so than if she were soaking in bitter water.
Her children would never be filial to her, and she had no one to rely on.
Li's mind was buzzing and blank. Zhao Dashu's words hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her bloodied and pale, her face even paler than Zhao Dayong's.
Her man is dying?!
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Third brother, you're lying to me, aren't you? Even if your second brother's health isn't good, he can't possibly be failing. He looks perfectly fine."
"How could I dare to lie about something like this? My second brother's biggest problem isn't overwork, it's that he's been worrying too much. I don't know what he's worried about, he's almost driven himself crazy with worry."
My daughter once said that this disease mostly affects women, especially women who stay at home and have nothing to do, so they tend to overthink.
Especially those households with many concubines.
But my second brother is a grown man who is busy farming all day long. How could he have time to think nonsense?
Is this person sick?
He's absolutely insane.
"If Second Brother wants to live a few more years, he has no choice but to give up everything and ignore everything. He should learn from his mother and let others starve to death while he himself is well-fed."
Li: ...
Several years ago, the doctor said that the husband was making him sick with worry, but they didn't pay any attention to it.
Not only is the head of the household worried, but she is also very worried. But worry won't kill anyone, so how serious can it be?
Now, tell her that the head of the household is worrying himself to death?
How could she accept that?
"But I've never heard anyone say that worry can kill a person."
"That's the one in your family. If you don't believe me, you can find a doctor yourselves. No offense, second brother, but what's wrong with you? Is the work at home too light or what? How come you still have time to worry?"
"A grown man is worrying himself to death, do you think he'd listen if he told others? What's wrong? Please, don't keep it to yourself, can't you just talk about it? If all else fails, go up to the mountains and chat with your parents. You're really something, bottling it all up and killing yourself with it."
Zhao Dayong lowered his eyes and remained silent; he had many worries.
The eldest son has no wife, no children, and no good job.
The second son is selfish and only cares about himself. Ever since he married Guo, he has become increasingly unfilial and increasingly out of his control.
The third son is a scoundrel. He has no wife and no job, and he spends his days doing bad things and fighting with a bunch of thugs. He can't sleep if he doesn't see his son for a while, fearing that his son might die outside.
He was upset because his older brother's family was doing well, and he hoped that something would go wrong with them.
They also prayed that God would let something happen to their third brother's family, and that everyone would be in the village, suffering as hard as he was.
To put it bluntly, he was just jealous and resentful. He resented God for being unfair, resented his own lack of success, was jealous that his brother was better than him, and was also angry that his own child was not up to par.
I think about it day and night, so much so that I can't sleep.
I've poured all my heart and soul into this, but my wish still hasn't come true.
Sometimes that's just how people are; the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen, and the more you ask for something, the less likely you are to get it.
He could only watch helplessly as his eldest brother and third brother's families left him far behind, and he could only watch his own children struggle just like him, none of them doing well.
How could he not be upset?
Who could accept this?
He wasn't doing too badly back then, so he didn't even realize when things had taken such a dramatic turn for the worse.
The third brother asked him what he was thinking.
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