Chapter-54: I want to buy your mule cart
He didn't expect the storm to come so suddenly and be so severe. If I had known this would happen, I would have tried my best to get a carriage. Who would have thought that what he envied most now were those who owned horse-drawn and mule-drawn carriages.
But he was the backbone of everyone and could not show any fear. "Mom, don't worry, this rainstorm is only for a while and will stop soon." Old lady Lark looked at the blue cloth mule cart not far away, her eyes full of longing.
Sitting in the carriage is the most comfortable thing at times like this, if... a thought flashed through her mind. "Zaman, go talk to the second brother and ask him to sell the mule cart to us. We will pay double the price."
With her previous temper, she would just grab whatever she wanted, but Wendy Lark was too barbaric and she thought she could not beat him.
Sander lark, whose lips were purple from the cold, brightened up. He also wanted to ride the mule cart. "Yes, yes, yes, we'll pay. If double is not okay, then triple."
The corner of Zaman lark's mouth twitched, "Will he sell it at this time? Will Wendy Lark agree?" Everyone was silent. They finally understood that Wendy Lark was the one who made the decisions in the second house.
Old lady Lark felt that if this continued, she would catch a cold and get sick. The older you get, the more you fear death. "You go, no matter what means you use, you must get the second brother's consent. As for Wendy Lark, she is just a junior. There is no need to talk to her."
Zaman Lark couldn't help but smile bitterly. No need to talk? Could he still drag the person out of the car? But his mother wouldn't listen. However, he also wanted the mule cart, and he wanted to give it a try even if there was a glimmer of hope.
He stood up, put on his hat, and then walked into the violent storm. The big raindrops hit his face painfully. Zaman Lark covered his face with his hands and walked towards the mule cart with one step deep and one step shallow.
Wherever he passed, he saw branch family members of lark family are struggling in the storm. These family members have ordinary family backgrounds, and their relatives and friends are not rich either.
All they sent were food and clothing. They are extremely poor, so how can they afford to buy raincoats?
By the time Zaman Lark reached the mule cart where the second family was staying, his hands and feet were already soaked and the cold was rising from the soles of his feet. "Second brother, I... want to buy your car. Please name a price."
Wilson Lark wiped the rain off his face with his hand and asked curiously, "Brother, are you confused?" A mule cart is so precious. It is a must have tool for home travel. It is not afraid of strong winds, heavy rain or heavy snow. Well, that's what my daughter said.
Zaman Lark was very depressed. He pulled himself together and said, "I'll pay three times the price. You can use the money to buy three mule carts. It is three mule carts, one for each of my two nephews. If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to find this store again..."
Wilson Lark was not really stupid, so he asked, "Brother, why don't you buy three cars yourself?"
Zaman Lark: ...speechless… (This moron second brother has became intelligent, when did that happened?) He thought in his heart.
What should I do if I can't fool people? I feel so tired. He had no choice but to take a step back and said, "Then let the mother and the children get in the car to avoid the rain. They are all freezing." Zaman lark asked still in a commanding tone.
Wilson Lark still refused, "Our carriage is narrow and can only accommodate two people."
Immediately Zaman Lark spoke without hesitation, "Then let Wendy Lark and her mother Mary come down. They are healthy and eat well. Mother can't stand it anymore..." Here it comes again.
I have become accustomed to asking others to sacrifice with a clear conscience, and it will be exposed if I am not careful. Wilson Lark laughed angrily. He let my wife and daughter suffer in the rain, and gave the carriage to them? Why? "I can only lend you two raincoats."
Thanks to Wendy Lark's habit of buying five of everything, they still had two empty raincoats. Zaman Lark looked at him disappointedly, "Second brother, how can you be so cold blooded and not help someone who is dying?"
A figure came running towards me in the rain. Upon closer inspection, it was sixth Aunt Jane. She was wearing a straw raincoat, her hair was disheveled, and she looked much disheveled. She choked up as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Brother Wilson Lark, can my little girl get in your car? She has had diarrhea these past two days. If she gets caught in the rain again..." She gave birth to four sons, but only had this sweet and soft little granddaughter, whom she loved very much.
Children aged three or four are most likely to die. The curtain was opened, and Wendy Lark stretched out a pair of hands, "Give me the child." Sixth Aunt didn't expect her to be so easy to talk to.
She burst into tears of gratitude with red eyes. She lifted the straw raincoat, revealing the child's pale face. The child was well protected and his clothes were dry. Wendy Lark took the child and touched the child's forehead. It was not hot.
I touched my hands and feet again, they were cold. I couldn't go on like this. The little girl remembers her, the aunt who gave her delicious meat buns. She likes this aunt very much. She smiled sweetly at her and called out in a baby voice, "Auntie."
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