When the meal was served, Lao Deng put the chicken legs and wings and all the good things from the chicken into Zhang's winter melon bowl, for fear that he wouldn't have enough.
Mrs. Miao looked at it and felt a moment of silence for her second wife.
Everyone, including Zhang Hugua, thought that his mother was going to make her second brother obedient later, so she deliberately pretended to be nice to her second brother.
But Zhang Laodou suddenly felt that something was wrong. He glanced at Old Deng a few times, but Old Deng only served Zhang Donggua with chicken and did not look at him at all.
Zhang Donggua looked at the bowl of chicken and frequently winked at his mother without leaving any trace. He wanted to know where the song was coming from, but she didn't even give him a breath. Should he eat it or not?
What if I screw up my mother?
"Eat, after so many years, it's rare to have chicken at home. Please eat more of this chicken today." Seeing that Zhang Donggua was not moving, Old Deng urged him repeatedly. As he spoke, he gave him another piece.
Zhang Donggua was confused, but seeing that Mr. Zhang didn’t say anything, he just started eating.
Anyway, it’s not poisonous. If his mother tells him to eat more, he will eat more.
Mother will not harm him.
Seeing Zhang Donggua eating, Old Deng smiled and said, "The chicken is very fat today, weighing seven or eight pounds. I left one leg to stew. You can bring it back later to replenish Cao'er's body."
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Miao listened and wondered why her mother-in-law stewed the soup but didn't bring it out. She thought she was stewing it for her father-in-law, but it was actually for her second sister-in-law?
In order to impress the second wife to be honest and obedient, is it necessary to do so much?
Mrs. Miao felt that something was wrong, but she was used to seeing her mother-in-law scolding her second wife, so she couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Zhang Hugua didn't realize it and hurriedly ate the chicken. He hadn't seen any meat in the house for several days. He was greedy. Suddenly, the piece he was about to pick up bumped into a pair of chopsticks. He looked over and saw that it was his daughter Zaohua, and he couldn't help but glare at her.
Zhang Zaohua was startled and quickly retracted her chopsticks.
Old Mrs. Deng looked at it, picked up a piece of good meat and put it into Zhang Zaohua's bowl, "Eat slowly, don't imitate that starving ghost who reincarnated."
Zhang Hugua:...Why does it feel like his mother is talking about him?
Zhang Laodou watched from the sidelines, feeling even more uneasy in his heart.
He didn't think he had discussed this matter with his wife before, so he thought of just calling someone back to talk about it.
Subconsciously, he didn't want to discuss it with her, always feeling that she wouldn't fully agree to what he wanted to do.
So what my wife is saying here is that they are really tacitly trying to win over the second child for the sake of the third child, and want to impress him so that he is willing to compromise and obey?
He can't feel it.
I just felt that the wine in my hand today had a different taste than in the past. I took a sip, but it didn't feel as satisfying as before.
Could it be that he has been ill for a few days and can no longer taste good wine in his mouth?
When Lao Deng saw that the wine in Lao Dou Zhang's cup was half empty and was about to reach the bottom, he tugged his mouth slightly and had a look of sadness on his face.
Unfortunately, no one saw it.
Except for Zhang Hugua, no one ate seriously during the meal.
After the meal, Zhang Laodou called Zhang Donggua into the back room for the first time to talk. He said with a gentle face: "Second brother, I asked you to come back today because I have something to discuss with you at home."
Zhang Donggua sat on the chair, motionless, thinking about what the fourth child said when he called him, was it about Lihua?
Then he raised his ears and listened.
His eyes were also paying attention to the old Mr. Deng who was sitting on the chair beside him. For some reason, he always felt that his mother looked a little strange today.
Zhang Laodou organized his words and thought that he would say it himself instead of his wife. Anyway, he has never beaten or scolded him coldly, right?
Then he said slowly: "You know that your niece Xinghua is going to the female talent show. Now she is leaving for the capital. Xinghua is growing well and has learned the rules in the county well these days. Even the county magistrate
Everyone is optimistic about her, and if she enters the palace this time, she will definitely bring glory and face to our family."
Zhang Donggua: Aren’t you talking about pear blossoms? How can we talk about apricot blossoms?
Zhang Laodou stopped talking, looked at Zhang Donggua, and continued: "If Xinghua can do well in the palace, everyone in our family will also benefit. Even Zhang Yang and Lihua have cousins who are nobles in the palace.
, how honorable is this marriage? Don’t you think so, Winter Melon?"
Zhang Donggua didn't take it seriously, but he echoed: "Yes, yes."
It doesn't matter whether you want to take advantage of it or not. If you insist on saying that you want to take advantage of it, then go ahead. Anyway, I will just follow your advice.
Mr. Zhang laughed and said, "Isn't that the reason? Xinghua is doing this for our old Zhang family. She has sacrificed so much for a little girl, and our family has to work hard for her. Other places can't help.
I can’t treat you badly in terms of money.”
"Your third brother has pieced together a lot of things, but there is still a little bit left. You know that you can't count on your eldest brother and fourth brother. Just have this intention. Second brother, you have a future. In Cheng
Our family is counting on you to help your niece with the work at home. Don’t worry, your niece and brother will keep this in mind. Xinghua will be successful in the future and will definitely repay you."
Zhang Donggua paused and murmured in his heart, no wonder you asked him to come back properly, how do you ask him to get money back?
He quickly glanced at Old Mrs. Deng, pursed his lips and seemed to be listening attentively, but did not answer immediately.
Zhang Laodou struck while the iron was hot and didn't think there was anything unspeakable about this.
"I heard that the second daughter-in-law is now working with Grandma Cheng, right? This is a good thing, so that she can do her best to follow Grandma Cheng."
When Zhang Donggua heard this, his family also knew about it. He nodded, but still didn't answer, waiting to see what Zhang Laodou said.
Zhang Laodou then said: "It's good to have dignity in front of the master's family. Winter melon, ask your wife to talk to grandma and see if you can sign another one of this deed. Your third brother wants one hundred
Two taels is enough, you take back eighty taels, and my family will find a way to borrow the remaining twenty taels."
This tone is as relaxed as saying there is a bucket of water outside and you go out and bring it in.
Really, signing a contract is no big deal.
Anyway, what you are selling is not your own strength and age.
Old Deng didn't even raise his eyelids. He had already expected it and raised his finger without any trace.
Zhang Donggua kept paying attention to his mother out of the corner of his eye because he needed ventilation to cope with it.
So I saw clearly and understood what his mother meant. I was surprised, but also relieved.
After hearing this again, he was asked to sign a contract to borrow money again, eighty taels, another ten years.
That’s a full twenty years!
If you are unlucky, will he live to be fifty?
Zhang Donggua doesn't feel cold-hearted either. He has known for a long time that this is not his biological father. He is lucky to turn a blind eye and let him and his eldest sister grow up.
How could he expect this person to feel sorry for him?
Zhang Donggua's face was calm and he pursed his lips and said: "Dad, I'm afraid I can't handle this. My son has already signed a contract for ten years, and he will not be free until he is forty-two years old. If he signs for another ten years, he will be fifty-two.
Let’s not talk about whether I can survive until then, but let’s talk about how old I can still be. The Cheng family is not stupid, so why should they sign with me?”
"Dad is short of money, so let's think of other ways to do it."
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Third update~
Is Mr. Zhang alive or dead, or is life worse than death? We will find out tomorrow.