"If you really can't bear to sell the house, then just go out and ask around; I'm sure many people would want to buy it."
As he spoke, Zhao Dayong began to put on his cotton-padded coat. He was tired of arguing every day, so he decided to just give up.
Li grabbed him, tears streaming down her face, "You want me to die? Can't you say something nice? Now that you're selling the house, won't the boss tear the house down?"
She didn't want to move anyway; she was extremely comfortable here, especially the well in the yard—it was incredibly useful. She could use it for washing clothes, watering the vegetables, cooking…
She no longer needs to fetch water from the village entrance or wash clothes by the river, which saves her so much trouble.
Well water is warm in winter and cool in summer, and you can draw it whenever you need it. It's also good for washing clothes without freezing your hands.
And no one who has lived in the greenhouse would want to give it up; it's so comfortable that she no longer needs to sit on the kang (heated brick bed) to work.
In short, everything about my mother-in-law's yard was perfect, everything suited my taste, except for the money.
"You..." Zhao Dayong was so angry he almost laughed. Did she even want to listen to what he was saying? Did she need him to coax her at her age? Had she lost her mind?
"If the house isn't sold, you're not allowed to make any more noise. If you do, I'll go to the village chief to sell the house right away. You'd better figure it out yourself."
After uttering those harsh words, Zhao Dayong continued smoking opium. At his age, he's shameless; does he need to be coaxed? Is he crazy?
Do you think you're eighteen?
Is the old woman mentally ill? Why does he think she's not normal?
He glanced at his little daughter, feeling even more troubled. His daughter had heard everything he had just said, and he felt ashamed. "Girl, pick it up and keep doing it. Don't pay any attention to your mother."
Li was utterly humiliated, not even given the right to cry or make a scene, and felt incredibly aggrieved.
Looking at her husband's indifferent face and thinking about her empty purse, Li felt a wave of despair wash over her. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), sobbing and wailing.
As soon as Wang returned home, she went to discuss the old house with Zhao Dawen.
Zhao Dawen was sitting on the kang copying books. Who was more pitiful than him? On New Year's Eve, while others stayed up to welcome the New Year, he copied books. Apart from visiting his wife's family to pay New Year's respects and entertaining guests, he had not rested at all.
"Why are you pulling me? I haven't finished copying the work yet, and if I don't finish writing it before dark, you'll scold me for being lazy again!"
Zhao Dawen refused Wang's attempts to pull him away. He knew that woman was doing it on purpose, both affecting his progress and blaming him for copying the book too slowly.
"I have something to tell you."
"But I have nothing to tell you."
Did he realize that his second son was trying to renege on his debt after failing to get the money from him, and that he didn't want to pay after moving in?
But what does it have to do with him? If he doesn't give it, he doesn't give it; it's not in his pocket anyway. It's good that she doesn't give it; it'll infuriate that wicked woman. Once she's dead, he can turn the tables.
All the money he earns from copying books belongs to him. He will then move back to the county town and buy two pretty maids to serve him.
No, buy three!
Zhao Dawen became more alert, and no matter how he looked at Wang Shi, he felt that she should go find her old mother.
"What? You didn't get the money?"
Let him get angry, let him get angry, make him angry so we can cause trouble.
"Bah! I'm going with my third sister-in-law. How dare the Li family renege on their debt?"
Zhao Dawen felt a pang of disappointment. It's coming? It's actually coming? How could his second brother give them money?
How can you be so useless?
"Why are you looking for me now that you've got the silver? Hurry up and hide it." Zhao Dawen said without looking up.
She wouldn't be contacting him just to show off, would she? She made money again today, while he? Still not a single penny.
It was something his own mother left him.
Zhao Dawen's eyes stung with tears. If his father knew he had become like this, he would definitely scold him.
No, wait until a hundred years from now, maybe when we meet again I'll slap him across the face. What man can't even control his wife? He's letting his father down, and he'll have no face to see his ancestors.
So, let's hurry up and take Wang away so he can live a few more years!
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