"Boss, what are you doing?"
It was already completely dark, and seeing her husband not sleeping and planning to go out, Mrs. Ni asked in confusion.
It's been a long day, isn't he tired? What are you going to do again?
"You go to sleep first. I'll go to the third brother's door and keep an eye on what they are doing. Is it because it's getting dark and someone is secretly delivering goods to their house?"
He wanted to know what was going on with the third brother's family, as they never went out of the house and stayed at home all day. I heard that the third brother's father-in-law has been coming to the village frequently recently. Every time he comes, he pushes a cart with no one knowing what is in it, basket after basket, all packed tightly.
What on earth are the third brother and his family doing? It was obvious that he was helping them get rich, but he was afraid that everyone would find out, so he did it secretly.
Zhao Dayong was extremely angry. They were his brothers, but he brought everyone except them.
If he is not good, others can't expect him to be good either. Once he figured out the ins and outs of this, he took over the job and did it secretly!
When Mrs. Xu heard this, she also became interested and asked, "I'll go with you?"
"No need. There are too many people around to watch out for us. If we are discovered, we won't be able to find out anything."
"Okay, don't squat too late. If you really can't, let's take turns squatting after the autumn harvest." The autumn harvest was heavy work, and Mrs. Yu was worried that he didn't get enough sleep at night and was too tired during the day and couldn't hold on.
You have to love your own man.
There was a hint of warmth in Zhao Dayong's eyes. "You should go to bed early. I'll be there soon."
Over the years, the only one who cared about him and gave him some warmth was the Xiu family.
Zhao Dayong hid in the corner of his house and waited for an hour, but saw nothing. Unable to resist the tiredness, he returned home in disappointment.
On the second and third days, no matter how tired he was, he would go to Zhao Dashu's door and squat for a while.
Finally, on the fourth day, he saw the village chief and Liu Shunzi acting suspiciously. Each of them was pushing a cart filled with large bamboo baskets covered with pig grass. As it was dark, he could not see clearly what was inside.
After knocking on the door, the dog squeaked, the third brother opened the door, closed the door, and nothing could be seen. But Zhao Dayong's spirits were lifted. There must be something fishy going on. To make this group of people give up such a big thing as the autumn harvest, there must be a lot of money to be made.
I couldn't help but feel resentful in my heart. Third brother, when something happens, he would rather let outsiders take advantage of him than help his own brothers.
About half an hour later, Zhao Dayong heard the sound of the door opening. He quietly hid behind the wall, only sticking out half of his head, staring with wide eyes, and saw that the seemingly full cart was empty, with only empty baskets left, all piled in one place.
The people who came out were in a particularly good mood, and laughter kept reaching his ears.
"Village chief, you are really good at finding things. You caught so many of them. Today, you earned more than two taels of silver."
"You're not bad, kid. When you're done with this, come over to my house. We'll set up a table and have a few drinks."
"Then I'd rather have Dashu prepare a table for us. The food in his house is really delicious!"
The village chief laughed, "Oh, you're still picking it up. Don't you dare let your family hear this..."
People gradually walked away and he didn't really hear what they were talking about afterwards. Zhao Dayong stood there in a daze, with only three words in his mind: two taels of silver, two taels of silver.
What was in the bottom of their car? It was actually worth two taels of silver. It was obvious that the item was sold to the third brother, and the payment was made on the spot.
What is the third brother collecting?
Zhao Dayong's heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, he felt indescribable discomfort and curiosity. He was jealous of the village chief, Liu Shunzi, for being able to make money, and he resented Zhao Dashu even more. All these emotions were weighing on his heart, making him feel suffocated.
After waiting behind the wall for a long time, he slowly walked home under the moonlight.
After returning home, his wife was already snoring. She had a lot to say, but no one to talk to. He opened his eyes until dawn.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the grayness in his eyes and his frighteningly bright eyes, she thought she had seen a ghost.
After a long while, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "Last night, I waited."
"Wait, what are they doing?"
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