Mrs. Zhao pretended to wipe away tears and said: "If our old Zhao family is rich and rich, how can the second daughter-in-law not be able to cure the disease and wait to die at home? The second daughter-in-law has always wanted to be cured, so after the family is separated, what will the second daughter-in-law think?
Treat it however you want, and the second child may still have a way to survive."
What you say is really high-sounding! You clearly don’t want to be treated, but you completely shirk your own responsibility.
The old village chief stared at Mr. Zhao: "You think so too?"
Mr. Zhao had a sad look on his face: "Brother, my younger brother really...has no other way. Maybe after the separation, the second child will still have a way out."
"You guys are really... shameless!" the old patriarch said angrily, holding his cane and poking the ground hard, "You think, after the separation, if the second daughter-in-law lends money to the second son for medical treatment, then she will be the second wife.
Pay it off yourself, and you don’t have to bear a penny of debt!”
"If the second daughter-in-law doesn't lend her money for medical treatment, you can accuse her of being vicious and cruel!"
"Moreover, you can still throw away the burden of the orphans and widowers of the second child's family in a high-sounding way!"
"You guys have such a good idea!"
"My own son has calculated this to such an extent! You, you are simply... worse than animals!"
The old village chief was almost furious!
The old village elder had a seniority, so he had no scruples in scolding people. Words like animals and beasts appeared, which only made Mr. Zhao bloody.
Mrs. Zhao tried to explain, but as soon as she opened her mouth: "Actually..."
"Do you have the right to speak here?!" The village chief was mighty and domineering, "It's all you old ladies who are stirring up trouble. Believe it or not, the clan elders have joined forces to divorce you?!"
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 brother." The old patriarch looked at Zhao Er with pity, "Tell yourself, do you want to break up this family? If you don't want to break up, 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 warily.
I almost couldn't lift the bed board, and finally managed to put it on the ground.
Zhao Er's expression... was very complicated.
His eyes swept over the faces of his parents in the upper room, then the first room, and the third room... He used all his strength in every glance.
"Second son... you... don't agree to the split, right?" Mrs. Zhao glared at Zhao Er, "Hurry up and agree to it, do you know?!"
Zhao Er: "..."
Being abandoned by his parents and brothers whom he valued most... this incident almost hit him to the point of collapse.
Zhao Er whispered: "Without the burden of a second wife, my parents, brothers and sisters-in-law... will they be very happy?"
"Second brother, you know, your parents and brothers are all for your own good... After we separate, your wife can lend you money to treat your illness..." Mrs. Zhao clung to this excuse that was full of loopholes.
Zhao Er smiled bitterly: "So... you who gave birth to me and raised me, who are related to me by blood, are not willing to lend me money for medical treatment, right?"
Mrs. Zhao was choked immediately.
Zhao Da jumped out: "Second brother, how can you talk about mother like that? How can you be so unfilial?! Where has your previous filial piety gone? Where has your previous sensibility gone?!"
Zhao Er smiled bitterly: "Yes, I used to be too filial and too sensible, so I dragged my wife and children to work with me and suffer together."