bookrandom Chapter 479 Meeting an Old Acquaintance
Chapter 479 Meeting an Old Acquaintance
Zhao Cunliang turned his gaze to his youngest son and asked, "Dagui, tell me, what do flies taste like?"
Dagui touched his mouth, feeling somewhat bewildered, and began to wonder, for he had indeed never eaten a fly. However, his eyes rolled, and an idea struck him: "Dad, I know, flies like to eat shit, so flies smell like shit!"
That’s right, Dagui suddenly remembered that every time he went to the toilet, he could see a lot of flies buzzing around there. They just like to hang around shit, so he concluded that flies taste like shit.
When the two brothers heard Dagui’s answer, they suddenly realized: Yes, why didn’t they think of this?
Guangzong stood aside, with a bit of sarcasm on his face, looking at his brothers as if they were laughing at a joke. In fact, he knew in his heart that no matter what answer Dagui gave, his father would say that Dagui was right.
Guangzong was the eldest son in the family, and logically, he should have had the opportunity to go to school. However, he lost one hand, and from then on, he seemed to have become the abandoned person in the family.
How could my parents let a disabled person go to school? Yaozu and Dafu were now the main labor force in the family. They had to take care of the crops in the fields and feed the livestock.
Dagui was young and could only do so much physical work, so his parents gave him the opportunity to go to school, not because he was smart. Thinking of this, Guangzong's eyes flashed with resentment.
Guangzong was staring at his brothers in a daze when he was suddenly patted on the head by a hand.
"What are you daydreaming about? Standing here like an idiot. Have you fed the chickens in the chicken coop?" Cuihua's voice rang in her ears.
Guangzong finally came to his senses and quickly replied, "My lady, I'll be there right away."
Cuihua folded her arms across her chest, looking at the husband in front of her with a hint of sarcasm. The man whose hand she had crippled was only acting well because of him. If it were intact, he might have been a tyrannical villain.
Cuihua raised her hand, pointing to the little grass left beside the chicken coop, and slowly said to Guangzong, "My dear husband, you must go up the mountain and cut some tender grass. The sheep and chickens at home are waiting to be fed. I've left lunch in the pot for you. When you have cut three baskets of grass, you can come back to eat."
Guangzong now felt fear for Cuihua, like a mouse seeing a cat. Once upon a time, he was filled with longing, imagining that he could be like his father, a man of integrity, who had the final say at home and was in control of everything.
In his past fantasies, the woman before him was nothing more than a humble existence, capable of serving him tea and water, allowing him to torture her as he pleased. However, cruel reality shattered his beautiful dreams, and now everything was completely turned upside down.
Cuihua immediately caught the glint of evil in Guangzong's eyes. She shouted, "What are you thinking, boy? I'm warning you, stop having those evil thoughts! If you dare to do anything wrong again, I'll cripple your remaining hand! Go cut the grass!"
Guangzong was frightened by Cuihua's roar, like a frightened bird. He hurriedly picked up his backpack and fled.
In the past, there were not many families in the village who raised livestock, and you could cut a lot of fresh green grass not far away on the back of the mountain.
But now, as more and more families in the village raise cattle, sheep, chickens, rabbits and other livestock, the grass nearby has almost been cut. If you want to cut enough grass, you have to go farther away.
Guangzong thought about it and decided to go a little further and cut more grass to bring back. As long as the grass was piled high and moved around skillfully, it would look extraordinarily abundant.
He held the sickle in one hand and cut the grass with great difficulty. After each handful of grass, he laboriously put it into the backpack. At this time, Guangzong was full of regret and kept complaining in his heart that he really shouldn't have instigated the second aunt to separate from the family.
If Second Aunt's family still lived with him, how could he, as the eldest son of the Zhao family, be reduced to doing such rough and tiring work? The dirty and tiring work at home had always been the responsibility of the seven maids in Second Aunt's family. In his eyes, those seven maids were just money-losing goods who only knew how to eat free meals.
When Guangzong thought about the lives of those money-losing bastards, he felt as if he had been scratched by a cat. Why did they live so well, being respectfully addressed as "Miss"? Even Zhou Xiaoxiong, adopted by his second aunt, seemed to be living a more comfortable life than he was.
Humph, Zhou Xiaoxiong's father, Zhou Dazhu, is a murderer and even kidnapped the girl from Second Aunt's family! Guangzong thought viciously that if it were him, he would have to give this brat Zhou Xiaoxiong a good beating to relieve the hatred in his heart. In his opinion, Second Aunt was a complete idiot for adopting such a troublesome child.
"Guang Zong!"
A low and somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Guangzong who was concentrating on mowing the grass.
Guangzong's heart skipped a beat, as if an invisible hand had suddenly grabbed his heart. His body froze instantly, and he slowly turned around. When he saw Zhou Dazhu standing before him with a long sword in hand and a stern expression, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
"Uncle Dazhu, please don't kill me. I know I was wrong!"
Guangzong was terrified. With a plop, his legs went limp and he knelt down in front of Zhou Dazhu, banging his head repeatedly like pounding garlic.
Seeing this, Zhou Dazhu hurried forward, stretched out his hand and helped Guangzong up. A helpless look appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Son, what are you doing? Why would I kill you? Your father and I are close friends."
Hearing this, Guangzong tried to calm himself. Yes, after Zhou Dazhu escaped, the village quickly built a wall and gate, requiring registration for entry and exit. He must not have been aware of Zhou Xiaoxiong's current situation.
"Uncle Dazhu, why are you here? We all heard that you injured the police and ran away." Guangzong pretended to be calm and asked carefully.
Zhou Dazhu waved his hand casually and said nonchalantly, "Let's not talk about those trivial things. By the way, how is Little Bear doing now?"
When Guangzong heard Zhou Dazhu ask about Little Bear, his suspicions became more certain. Zhou Dazhu had killed his father-in-law and angered his wife to death, vomiting blood. He had even escaped on the way to the county government office. Judging from this, he knew nothing about the changes in the village or Little Bear's situation.
"Uncle Dazhu, don't worry!" Guangzong said quickly with a smile on his face, "Our family treats Xiaoxiong very well. We couldn't be better. I have always treated him like my own brother. You don't know that even if there is any housework, I don't want him to do it for fear of tiring him. Now Xiaoxiong has made great progress. He has even entered the new school in the village and is learning to read with the teacher!"