Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 85

When Zhao Da'e returned to Zhou Yuren's house, he was just about to go to sleep when he found his father, Zhao Tiesheng, had arrived.

Zhou Yuren quickly went out to greet him: "Relative, come in quickly. Have a seat inside."

Once inside, Zhao Da'e, dressed neatly, squinted at Zhao Tiesheng and asked in surprise, "Oh, what brings you here?"

"Let's go home. It's not right for you to stay at your aunt's house every day."

"Stop pretending to be a good guy. Let's get down to business. I've been living here for half a month, and you haven't come once. Do you think you can rest easy knowing that something good is coming today?" Zhao Da'e didn't believe Zhao Tiesheng's nonsense.

During the day, Zhao Tiesheng also went to work, and Zhao Da'e didn't mind. At that time, Zhao Tiesheng wanted to say a few words to Zhao Da'e, but Zhao Da'e was too lazy to pay attention to his father.

What did you talk about with Zhao Tiesheng?

If his attitude doesn't change, there's nothing to talk about. He's just trying to fool himself into going home, and trying to fool Cheng Jinxiang into going home, but is he sincere about going home? No, not a single bit.

They want to have a peaceful New Year, don't others want that too?

Besides, after the New Year, shouldn't we continue living our lives?

The whole family depends on Cheng Jinxiang and Zhao Da'e to do the work. Since they don't come home, Zhao Da'e has noticed that her third uncle's son, Zhao Yongbo, has been starving and getting thin lately.

Look at this family, they're incredibly lazy. And they're full of malicious schemes. Is Zhao Da'e out of his mind? Why would he go home?

Let's just split up and let them live their own lives. If a few starve to death, they'll all behave. But Zhao Da'e dared not say that out loud; that would be utterly rebellious.

“Dad did tell you to come home,” Zhao Tiesheng said. “You’ve been staying at your aunt’s for half a month now, and neither your mother nor you are coming home. It’s not right to keep eating and drinking at other people’s houses. Let’s go home first…”

“My mom’s not here, so where’s my home?” Zhao Da’e said discontentedly. “Dad, if you have the time, go and invite my mom home first, then I’ll go home. If my mom doesn’t come home, I won’t go home either.”

Unable to answer the question, Zhao Tiesheng turned his gaze to Zhou Yuren.

Zhou Yuren chuckled and said, "It's alright, the goose won't eat much. Besides, in our daily lives, we won't go broke from eating or drinking, but from not being able to plan ahead. Otherwise, her older sisters would be so boring anyway, so having to coax a child like this gives them something to do."

"Alright then," Zhao Tiesheng said helplessly. "I feel really bad for troubling my brother-in-law."

"Oh dear, Dad, if you feel bad about it, bring something up. You come empty-handed, and you still feel bad about it?" Zhao Da'e mocked.

Zhao Tiesheng's face immediately fell: This Zhao the Goose is getting more and more outrageous. He does nothing all day but pick fights and bullies me. My family is starving, how could we possibly have rice, flour, or cooking oil to give as gifts?!

Zhao Tiesheng was caught off guard, and Zhou Yuren quickly said, "Have some tea, have some tea," to ease the awkwardness.

"This is Jin Jun Mei tea that Da'e bought. It's from the city, and it costs sixty yuan a pound."

As soon as Zhou Yuren left, Zhao Tiesheng spat out half of the tea he had just drunk. He quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said apologetically, "It's a bit hot, a bit hot."

But inwardly he was groaning: sixty yuan a pound of tea was a first for him in his life. It was far too expensive. What family would drink tea that cost sixty yuan a pound? Wouldn't they go bankrupt?

You should know that when Zhao Tiesheng went out to sell corn, he only earned about two cents per pound. This pound of Jin Jun Mei corn is equivalent to more than 300 pounds of corn. Moreover, the yield was not high at this time, and the village relied on the weather for their livelihood. If it didn't rain and the year was bad, this was the yield of one acre of land.

A pound of tea is equivalent to an acre of crops; Zhao Tiesheng can't afford it.