Before the four men, Fugui and Facai, could even ask, a loud voice, like it was connected to a megaphone, rang out, "What are you doing, calling out to your soul? What's there to call out to? Your dad is playing mahjong with your grandparents and great-grandparents!"
In the blink of an eye, a phantom appeared in front of them.
The old man was dressed in a brown Tang suit, his face as white as flour. In one hand he held the paper money for the dead, which was burned for him to bring him wealth and prosperity, and in the other hand he held an eight-bamboo coin.
Zhao Gui was so frightened that he threw the ghost money in his hand, took a step back, hugged his wife, and screamed with a pale face, "Ghost, ghost, ghost!"
"Second brother, this is our dad!" Zhao Fu glanced at Zhao Gui and spoke.
Although he was scared, it was definitely his father.
Even the clothes he was wearing were the ones they changed him into on the day he left!
"Dad, Dad, I've missed you so much, waaaaah!" Zhao Cai's eyes lit up, and he threw himself at Dad, bursting into tears.
Even if you can't touch it, pretending or acting is better than doing nothing at all.
How much of the family fortune he gets depends entirely on his father's word.
If you don't show your skills now, you'll miss your chance!
"Dad, I miss you too." Seeing this, Zhao Fa rushed over and glared at Zhao Cai.
Hmph, he's not the only one who cries; he does too.
"Stop crying and all that nonsense. If you have something to say, say it. If you don't, then get lost." The old man in the ethereal form looked at his sons with disdain and said irritably.
Normally, he might be happy if they called him.
However, just as he drew an eight of bamboo to complete a Thirteen Orphans hand, before he could discard it, the messenger of the underworld arrived...
Without saying a word, they dragged him away, put him on a boat returning to the underworld, and left him there.
After that, he heard those despicable bastards howling and shouting his name.
He came over in a flash.
His self-drawn Thirteen Orphans...
He had been playing mahjong with his father, great-grandfather, and great-grandmother for so long, and this was the first time he had drawn the Thirteen Orphans.
These unfilial sons are infuriating him, they really infuriate him.
He wasn't treated well while he was alive, and now he's not allowed to rest in peace even after he's dead.
[Huh? I only see them talking to themselves.]
[What a coincidence, me too! I could only see them talking, nothing else? Did their father come back?]
It seems so.
What are they saying? I want to hear it too!
Judging from the expressions on those two lackeys' faces, it was clear their father hadn't said anything kind.
[I'm a psychologist, and judging from his expression, his father probably doesn't want to see them!]
“Dad, we miss you too,” Zhao Cai said, sounding aggrieved after being scolded.
Isn't it said that when people separated by death meet, both sides will be overjoyed?
Why did his dad look so unhappy to see them?
“Yes, Dad, we got back too late when you left, and we didn’t get to see you one last time,” Zhao Gui nodded in response.
His father died peacefully, without any illness or disaster. He simply lay in that chair, basking in the sun, and that was it.
Before he left, no one knew anything about it; they just assumed he was dozing off.
Later that evening, as the sun set, their sister-in-law, seeing that her father hadn't moved, quickly called her older brother to come back with them.
Only then did they learn that the old man had passed away, and they quickly made arrangements for his funeral.
"You hardly ever visited me while I was alive, but now that I'm dead, you're all thinking about me? If you miss me so much, why don't you come down and play mahjong with me?" Zhao Shuangquan was a sharp-tongued man, and he said without any mercy.
Looking at his four sons, Zhao Shuangquan couldn't help but sigh.
Back then, after his wife gave birth to their first child, a son, he hoped that their second child would be a daughter.
Zhao Shuangquan, Zhao Shuangquan, he definitely wants to have both a son and a daughter.
To his dismay, he had several sons in a row, which greatly worried him.
Fortunately, he had saved some money when he was young, which enabled him to build them a house and help them get married.
But to my surprise, apart from the eldest son, the other three sons were all good-for-nothings.
"Oh, Dad, I'm still young. Let Grandpa, Grandma, and Great-Grandpa fight with you first," Zhao Cai said, admitting defeat.
At the same time, he also felt...
His dad's mouth has become much more venomous than before, like it's loaded with guns and he can blast anyone at will.
"Eldest son's wife, second son's wife, third son, how are the grandsons?" Zhao Shuangquan asked, his voice softening slightly.
The brothers lived close to each other, and he was close to his grandson, with whom he played well.
If you ask him what he misses most, it's his grandsons.
He was a bit naughty, but he knew to secretly hide food for him, which showed he was a filial son.
The only downside is that they have only grandsons, not a single granddaughter.
Zhao Shuangquan, he'll never be truly blessed in this lifetime.
“Dad, the children are all doing well, but they keep thinking about you, especially my An’er. He misses you so much and keeps calling for his grandpa,” Zhao Fa quickly said.
Such a good opportunity to flatter someone, I have to seize it!
Zhao Shuangquan rolled his eyes at Zhao Fa, and the others also sized him up.
"Your son is only three months old, he can't even roll over yet and he's already calling for grandpa? What, are you so amazing that you can understand a baby's speech?" Zhao Shuangquan complained.
"Dad, the children are all well. It's just that after you left, they hid snacks in your room, saying they would eat them when you came back," Zhao Fu replied, his eyes reddening.
Zhao Shuangquan sighed, "That's good. Let them study hard and not worry about Grandpa. Grandpa is fine."
"Yes, definitely." Zhao Fu nodded.
"Speak, what do you want me to come back for?" Zhao Shuangquan asked.
If there were nothing wrong, why would these people go to such lengths to bribe the underworld officials to bring him back?
“Dad, you’re gone, but your assets are still here. All this money is yours, and we don’t know how to divide it. We can only ask a master for help and advice to ask you to come back and divide it.”
“I’m not married yet, and the house is old and hasn’t been renovated. My second and third brothers don’t agree to you giving me some of your property as a dowry for my wife. Aren’t I just suffering a loss for nothing?”
Zhao Cai immediately filed a complaint.
“Dad, who would respect that fourth son? He’s a gambler; who knows when he’ll lose everything?” Zhao Gui said.
He had always looked down on his younger brother, thinking he was hopeless and incapable of any good.
"No matter how badly I've done business, I should still get my share of the money. Why can you all get it, but I can't?" Zhao Cai said angrily.
“Dad, there’s also us. You know our family situation. Zhao Yun has been sick since birth and needs money for medicine. When you were here, it was Ah Fu who took care of you. The other three brothers never contributed any money…” Zhao Fu’s wife said nervously, clutching the hem of her clothes.
“Sister-in-law, you’re not right. We didn’t contribute any money, but we did buy a lot of things for Dad,” Zhao Fa said.
"Alright, alright," Zhao Shuangquan waved his hand impatiently.
"The eldest son's wife is right, and the fourth son is right too."
“Give 100,000 of that money to the eldest son’s family. I lived in their house before I died, and they went to a lot of trouble for me,” Zhao Shuangquan said.
The eldest son's wife is a feisty woman, but she's not a bad person. She protects his son and treats him quite well.
He saw all of this.
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