Zhao Wei and his two sons knelt in the ancestral hall. Mao Xiaofang only stayed in the ancestral hall for a short while and did not stay overnight.
It's not true that there's no rice in the house; there's always some left over.
But it was just rice bran, tree bark powder, and millet cooked into porridge; it wasn't enough to fill you up, but it wouldn't starve you to death either.
But it's already much better than other companies.
But she didn't expect that Zhang Xiao'e would bring her thick, sticky porridge every morning and evening.
The old lady wanted to keep it all for herself, but that was impossible.
Add more water and boil it; that'll be enough for them to eat for a whole day.
It's made from pure corn, and it smells incredibly delicious.
"What's it to you?" Zhao Zheng glanced at her sideways and placed the millet porridge on the table. "I was lucky when I went to chop firewood at Jinji Mountain today. I caught a pheasant, and I've kept its feet and head for you!"
What?
When Old Mrs. Zhao heard that there would be meat to eat, she was overjoyed.
My little nephew's mouth immediately watered, "Grandma, I want to eat meat too!"
Zhao Wei wasn't much better off. He suffered in the ancestral hall, while his mother was eating meat at home.
It's one thing that the third brother's family didn't suffer from famine, but they're eating so well?
Zhao Dabao's eyes widened in disbelief.
Zhao Erbao stared intently at the two bowls on the table, wishing he could pounce on them.
Zhao Zheng didn't leave either. He lit a cigarette and started smoking. "Mom, eat quickly. I need to take the bowl back after you finish!"
Grandma Zhao originally wanted to share some of the meat with her young nephew, but Zhao Zheng made it clear that he wanted to watch her eat, leaving her in a dilemma.
"San'er, could you share some with Dongdong...?"
"I have no obligation to raise him." Zhao Zheng exhaled a puff of smoke. "The second sister just abandoned the child and left. Does she really think the Zhao family is easy to fool? I don't owe her anything. Besides, I've cut ties with her. Whether her child lives or dies has nothing to do with me. There are plenty of young ghosts dying in the back mountains. One more won't make a difference!"
These heartless words made Old Mrs. Zhao tremble.
Zhao Wei couldn't help but shiver.
Judging from his posture, Zhao Zheng is serious.
"Third Uncle, we're all family, why are you being so heartless..." Zhao Dabao gritted his teeth and said, "What's the use of having a huge fortune if you have no descendants now that you're successful?"
"Third Uncle, I'm going to adopt you as my son and take care of you in your old age!" Zhao Erbao said. "That's what we agreed on before. If you agree, I'll come to your house today!"
Zhao Wei remained silent and did not refute.
In the past, Zhao Zheng was weak and cowardly, and asking his son to take care of him in his old age was just a perfunctory gesture, but things are different now.
After his adopted son died, he became a completely different person. Now that he's useless, to be honest, relying on Zhao Zheng is more reliable than relying on his son.
He knew his two sons' character better than anyone else.
Zhao Zheng sneered, "With your character, you think you're fit to be my son? I'd rather you were my grandson than a good-for-nothing!"
Zhao Erbao was furious. "How am I useless?"
"Third Uncle, how about I become your son?" Zhao Dabao said.
"You're even more useless!" Zhao Zheng said with a look of disgust. "Enough with the nonsense. Your whole family must move out of the ancestral home by the day after tomorrow, or don't blame me for using force!"
"Third brother, we're brothers, are you really going to force our whole family to our deaths?" Zhao Wei said, filled with grief and indignation.
"The third brother died long ago, you forced him to!" Zhao Zheng said indifferently, "When you made me childless, cheated me out of my pension and pension, and beat me half to death, did you forget that we were brothers?"
"It's too late to try and build a relationship now. The day after tomorrow is the deadline. If you don't leave, I'll have the village elders come and ask you to leave. Then you can forget about staying in the village."
"You, you..." Zhao Wei was so angry that he vomited blood.
Zhao Dabao gritted his teeth and said, "Third Uncle, aren't you afraid that a cornered dog will do something rash?"
"Why not just break the dog's legs if it jumps over the wall?"
"If you really want to drive us to our deaths, then you shouldn't live either..."
Zhao Dabao roared and was about to pounce. If Zhao Zheng had come with his men, he wouldn't have dared to do anything, but since Zhao Zheng came alone in the dark, he was definitely no match for him.
In his heart and subconscious, he had never looked down on this third uncle.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zheng drew his Nepalese kukri from his waist, and in that instant, the sharp blade was pressed against his brow.
In that instant, Zhao Dabao felt excruciating pain and was so frightened he almost peed himself.
The sharp blade was almost dazzling under the oil lamp.
Everyone present subconsciously squinted their eyes.
"Third Uncle, don't kill me! If you kill me, you'll be beheaded too!" As soon as Zhao Dabao finished speaking, Zhao Zheng kicked him hard in the crotch.
Bang!
Zhao Dabao was kicked to the ground.
Accompanied by a pig-like scream, Zhao Dabao rolled on the ground.
Zhao Erbao, who wanted to help, trembled with fear and shrank back.
"Ah, my blue-purple, my blue-purple..."
Zhao Dabao cried uncontrollably, "Dad, it hurts, it hurts so much..."
Zhao Wei panicked, "Da Bao, what's wrong?"
"Dad, it hurts so much..."
Zhao Dabao cried like a pig being slaughtered, "It's broken, everything's broken..."
In an instant, Zhao Wei's eyes turned red. "Zhao Zheng, you bastard, how dare you cripple my son?"
"He attacked first, and I was just defending myself. I accidentally kicked him; he was just unlucky." Zhao Zheng flicked off his cigarette ash and put his Nepalese kukri into the warehouse. This thing was a prohibited weapon and couldn't be shown to others.
Mao Xiaofang gasped for breath; she hadn't expected Zhao Zheng to be so ruthless.
"Grandson, what's wrong?" Old Mrs. Zhao stopped eating her meat and rushed over to check on him.
As soon as she left, Dongdong sneaked over and grabbed the chicken feet and head from the bowl.
Mao Xiaofang didn't care whether her adopted son lived or died; all she cared about was meat.
When he reached the table and saw the empty bowl, his face darkened, and he cursed inwardly, "That old hag, she ate so fast!"
She immediately picked up the bowl of chicken soup and drank it all in one gulp. "So delicious!"
"Grandma, I'm ruined, I'm ruined! I haven't even gotten married or had any children yet, I'm completely ruined..."
As the saying goes, a grandmother's eldest grandson and youngest son are the most important. Zhao Zheng's sleep completely unleashed the old lady's anger. "Third son, you've gone too far! This is your eldest nephew, the heir of our Zhao family!"
"Mother, you're wrong. He's Zhao Wei's heir, not mine!" Zhao Zheng smiled faintly. "I always try to talk to them nicely, but they always try to fight. Do they think I'm easy to bully? It seems I didn't teach this little beast a lesson yesterday. Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
With that, he turned and left.
"Zhao Laosan, come back here! Get back here right now!" Zhao Wei shouted angrily. "Take my son to see a doctor for his injuries, take him now!"
"Don't worry, I'll be back in a bit!" Zhao Zheng chuckled and disappeared into the darkness.
For some reason, upon hearing these words, a chill ran from the soles of Zhao Zheng's feet straight to the top of his head.
Looking at her wailing son, she felt both heartache and helplessness. "Erbao, quickly carry your brother to Master Sun's place. Xiaofang, take out the remaining money in the house!"
Mao Xiaofang exploded upon hearing this, "Zhao Wei, are you even going to live like this anymore?"