Mrs. Zhao pretended to wipe her tears and said, "If our old Zhao family is rich and wealthy, why can't the second child be cured and die at home? The second daughter-in-law has always wanted to be cured, so what does the second daughter-in-law think after the family goes out? Treat it as you please, and the second child may still have a way to live."
It's really splendid to say! He clearly didn't want to give treatment, but he pushed his own responsibility completely.
The old village chief glared at Mr. Zhao: "Do you think so too?"
Master Zhao looked sad: "Brother, my younger brother is really... There is no other way. Maybe after the separation, there is still a way for the second child to survive."
"You guys are really... shameless!" The old patriarch stomped on the crutches, poked the ground hard, and said angrily, "You think, after the separation, if the second daughter-in-law lends money to the second child for treatment, it will be the second wife himself. Also, you don't have to take on a penny of debt!"
"If the second daughter-in-law doesn't lend money to treat her illness, you can in turn accuse her of being vicious!"
"Also, you can throw away the burden of the second child, an orphan and widowed mother, in a grandiose manner!"
"You guys really have a good idea!"
"My own sons are calculated to this extent! You, you are simply... better than beasts!"
The old village chief was almost pissed off!
The elders of the old village have high grades, so they don't care about scolding people. Words such as beasts have appeared, and only the blood of the old man Zhao's scolding has been drenched.
Mrs. Zhao tried to explain, but she just opened her mouth: "Actually..."
"Do you have the right to speak here?!" The village chief is mighty and domineering, "It's all you old ladies who are stirring up the storm. Believe it or not, the old believers joined forces to break you up?!"
Mrs. Zhao was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word.
At this time, the second room of the Zhao family finally arrived.
"Second." The old patriarch looked at Zhao Er with pity, "You said to yourself, do you want to divide this family? If you don't want to divide, no one can force you."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Da and Zhao San's expressions became very exciting, and they all stared at Zhao Er vigilantly.
The bed board was almost unable to be lifted, and finally it was finally settled on the ground.
Zhao Er's complexion... very complicated.
His eyes swept across the faces of the parents in the upper room, then the big room, the third room... Every glance, he used enough strength.
"Second child... You... Shouldn't you agree to the split?" Mrs. Zhao glared at Zhao Er, "Hurry up and agree to me, do you know?!"
Zhao Er: "..."
Abandoned by his parents and brothers who valued him most... This incident almost hit him to the point of collapse.
Zhao Er whispered: "Without the burden of the second room, parents, brothers and sisters... will you be very happy?"
"Second child, you know, parents and brothers are all for your own good... After the separation, your daughter-in-law can lend you money to treat your illness..." Mrs. Zhao insisted on this flawed reason.
Zhao Er smiled bitterly: "So... you who were born and raised me and I have a blood relationship with me are not willing to lend me money for treatment, right?"
The old lady Zhao was choked immediately.
Zhao Da jumped out: "Second child, how can you say that about mother? How can you be so unfilial?! Where did your filial piety go? Where did your old sensible go?!"
Zhao Er smiled bitterly: "Yes, I used to be too filial, and I was too sensible, so I dragged my wife and my children to be cattle and horses with me, and suffered and suffered together."