Third Brother is right. He is truly a pitiful man. His children are unfilial, and how much sincerity does his wife have for him? That sincerity is not as real as the cold silver ingots in his pocket.
No matter what, you have to stand on your own two feet. If you can't, even your spouse will just treat you like a fool.
I just went to my third brother's house and saw them chatting happily together. I was so envious.
For some reason, I felt that my third brother was far better at judging people than him.
He was ultimately a failure as a person. The couple spent their whole lives calculating and scheming, and they got used to not being sincere with others, so he had no right to blame his wife.
Her current temperament is entirely the result of his upbringing, and now it's backfiring on her.
Once he stepped outside, he suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to stay away from home. But with hundreds of households in the village, he suddenly realized he couldn't find anyone to confide in, and he had no friends.
Childhood friends have long since drifted apart...
Zhao Dayong looked up at the sky, his eyes red-rimmed. He felt a little like going up the mountain to have a chat with his parents.
"Dayong, what are you doing in this freezing weather?"
The villagers passing by in their hurry were puzzled. Why was he standing at the crossroads in the cold wind? Was he crazy?
"Nothing, I was just thinking about something. I'll go back now, I'll go back..."
Zhao Dayong fled in panic. After taking a few steps, he couldn't hold back his tears. He hurriedly wiped his face, lowered his head, and rushed home.
That's it, that's how it is from now on. As long as he takes care of himself, he can't control anyone else.
"You're back. Did you talk to the third brother?"
"It's settled."
Mrs. Li clutched her chest, heartbroken.
"Why are those two kids so unreasonable? Don't they know right from wrong? They insist on buying a house, don't they even want to get married? The girl isn't marrying them just because of the house, and the proper dowry shouldn't be less than what's due."
"Do you think we should try to persuade the eldest son again? It will cost him a lot of money to get married. Last year I asked the matchmaker and she said it would cost at least ten taels of silver."
The third one is the same; he's a real goofball and hard to find. He probably won't be much cheaper than the eldest. If we don't buy a house, the money will be enough, and we can relax a bit more..."
Li finally found someone to confide in, and she kept rambling on and on, while Zhao Dayong lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) without saying a word.
There's not much to say. Everyone's wife was considered, but he was the only one notably overlooked.
She may have forgotten that he is ill, very ill, and the doctor has been giving him acupuncture every day recently. Just now, when she went to the third brother's house, the doctor saw him and reminded him not to worry too much, to take good care of himself, and to eat, drink, and sleep well.
And what about his wife?
Knowing full well that he is not in good health, she still nags him about these trivial things every day, deliberately trying to prevent him from taking good care of himself and just to annoy him, right?
For the first time in his life, Zhao Dayong hugged him tightly, showing him immense heartache.
"Old man, I'm talking to you! Are you listening?"
Not hearing an echo, Li was a little dissatisfied; she would not be happy if anyone spoke and did not receive a response.
He turned around, ready to get angry, but found that Zhao Dayong had fallen asleep.
Li was taken aback. Was the head of the household already asleep so early?
Look at the sky outside; it's bright daylight.
Could it be that the old man is feeling unwell again? He's so tired after just one trip to the third son's house?
Remembering the doctor's instructions from a few days ago, Li pursed her lips and stared at Zhao Dayong for a while before leaving the house.
They can't eat meat right now, so they'll stew an egg for the old man and make him two white flour pancakes to help him recover.
Let's make some dumplings tomorrow, with cabbage and egg filling, just one for the old man.
She realized that the old man seemed to have lost weight recently; his skin was plastered to his face, and he had no flesh at all.
Her hair was gray, and she looked haggard and worn out, which made her feel heartbroken.
After decades of companionship, she didn't want the old man to leave her too soon; what would she do if he were gone?
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