Zhao Dayong looked at the biased old man and sneered. If you don’t want to tell him, then don’t tell him. Everything is lost anyway and no one gets anything.
The eldest couple were distraught, looking at the old man, they were in chaos, completely confused, and all their hopes were pinned on the old man.
The old man didn't know what to do, he couldn't catch a thief. Boss, he had saved a lot of private money without their knowledge, and now it's all gone.
"Where is the indenture of your servant?"
"It was stolen, and the title deed is gone too. But the title deed can be replaced, but the body deed is probably difficult to get."
Old man: ...
He lost not only the wife but also the army. This is what his son is talking about. Why does he learn to use servants as a noble?
Well, the house has been ransacked by the servants.
"Oh, Dad, I came back by ox cart, but I haven't paid for the fare yet. Can you help me pay for it? I really can't walk any more. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I just drank water."
Zhao Jiadong added, "There was no bowl for drinking water, so we drank from a bucket. Fortunately, a bucket was left for us."
Zhao Family: ...
Zhao Dayong accepted his fate and went to give the driver the money.
When the old woman heard that her eldest son and grandson had been hungry all day, she felt so distressed that she went to the kitchen to cook for them.
The old man sat in the main room, puffing on his pipe.
"Boss, come in with me."
He wanted to know how much money they had lost so that he could have an idea in his mind.
Boss Zhao hung his head and followed slowly behind the old man. It seemed that he was not as energetic as the old man.
"Tell me the truth, how much silver was lost?"
Zhao Dawen didn't dare to say anything, he just touched his head and stammered.
"If you still want to hide it, take your baby back with you, and I will pretend that you are not my son."
Zhao Dawen stared at his father in a daze and found that he was really angry and didn't mean to be joking at all. I can only explain them one by one.
The old man stared at his eldest son. He didn't expect that he could earn such a large fortune while studying. No wonder he could never pass the exam. All his emotions and energy were spent on making money. What a shortsighted person.
What made him even more heartbroken was... There was so much silver, and I had never talked to him about it. He always came home crying poor and asking for this and that. I had never thought of giving any of it to him and his wife.
My eldest son, you’ve loved me in vain!
"Don't mention this matter again, especially don't let the eldest and third brothers know about it."
"I understand."
He is penniless now and relies on the old man for help.
"Da Wen, eat, quickly, hurry up."
Zhao Dawen looked at Laozi.
The old man waved his hand and told him to go eat first.
What should I do if I keep smoking in the house alone? The eldest brother is empty, and he is empty too. The youngest brother is now full of small thoughts. The third brother does have some, but it is obvious that he is unwilling to help out at all.
What to do?
The old man's hair turned a few grayer due to worry.
Zhao Dawen ate his fill and went to sleep. Wang followed him and said, "Master, let's go to bed..."
Zhao Dawen shook his head, "It's gone, all gone!"
Wang couldn't hold him back any longer, so she hid in the house and cried loudly.
"Why are you crying? You are mourning! Your crying has brought bad luck to the whole house! If you don't want to sleep, get out and chop wood!"
Wang wiped her face hastily and dared not cry out loud anymore.
"Get up, crying won't bring you back. We should be thankful that we bought the house, otherwise the money..."
Zhao Dawen's words did not comfort Wang.
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