: Drive Old 4 away

Mingyu doesn't want him anymore.

I won't want him anymore.

Once he clearly realized this, Zhao Jinzhong seemed to have lost his soul and staggered away from the Song family.

He wandered aimlessly along the road.

I don't know how long it took.

After regaining his senses, Zhao Jinzhong found himself back home.

The house was brightly lit, but the gate to the yard was tightly closed. The yard was filled with the sounds of children chasing and playing, mixed with Zhang Guiying scolding Zhao Xueyi for making ugly dumplings, and Zhao Xueyi's ingratiating voice.

Zhao Jinzhong's anger, which had subsided, rekindled.

They broke him and Mingyu up without a shred of remorse or regret, and they were even happily making dumplings together!

Zhao Jinzhong was about to rush in and overturn the table.

After taking only two steps, I saw a bundle thrown at the dimly lit courtyard gate.

The burden has been lifted.

The clothes underneath were exposed.

Zhao Jinzhong was stunned. He squatted down and opened the bundle to check, and found that it was full of his clothes and personal belongings.

This means they really don't want him anymore!

Zhao Jinzhong was so angry that his eyes turned red.

OK OK.

Do you really think he has nowhere else to go besides this home?

Zhao Jinzhong slung the bundle over his shoulder, glared at the closed door, and walked away without looking back.

"Mom, the fourth brother is gone," Zhao Chengxin reported from the wall.

Let's take a walk.

Holding a palm-leaf fan, Zhang Guiying sat on a chair supervising the work, scolding, "Hurry up and come down to make dumplings. You two are the most cunning and lazy people in the whole family."

Zhao Chengxin didn't dare to talk back.

In just a few days, Mom kicked the eldest and fourth sons out.

He would have been happy in the past, because one less son in the family meant one less person competing with him for resources. But now he can't be happy. He always feels a chill down his spine, knowing that he'll be next.

Come back and make dumplings honestly.

As the supervisor, Zhang Guiying would occasionally nitpick, but when she turned her head and saw that Zhao Xiazhi was a little distracted, she knew that her sympathy was overflowing again.

If she hadn't been soft-hearted in her past life, Zhao Xiazhi wouldn't have had such a miserable life.

Zhang Guiying opened her mouth, intending to scold her awake.

Thinking of the scene in his past life where he and Zhao Xiazhi depended on each other for survival, he forcibly held back, tapped the fan handle, and saw Zhao Xiazhi come back to her senses, "Do you think I was too harsh on your fourth brother?"

Zhao Xiazhi dared not utter a sound.

Zhang Guiying was furious at her spineless attitude. "You're always hanging your head like a wronged wife. Have I mistreated you, making you afraid to even say a word at home? I'm not a man-eating tiger. Speak your mind! If you keep it all bottled up, who knows what you're thinking? People aren't mind readers!"

Zhao Xiazhi's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Zhang Guiying felt a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton. She explained, "I wasn't scolding you, I just have a loud voice... Now that you're working, I'm worried that your personality will get you bullied outside. Okay, okay, I won't say anything more, just stop crying, alright?"

Zhao Xiazhi looked at Zhang Guiying in surprise.

Mom hates it when she cries. Every time she sees her cry, she scolds her even more harshly. She always thought that her mother didn't like her, but it turns out that she was afraid that her mother would be mistreated outside.

Actually, she didn't want to cry either.

But she couldn't help it.

When her emotions fluctuate too much, she can't control her tears.

Through teary eyes.

She saw the frustration and helplessness in Zhang Guiying's eyes, but not the anger and disgust. Zhao Xiazhi seemed encouraged and mustered the courage to express her thoughts, "Mom, I, I don't think you're going too far, I just feel sorry for Fourth Brother. He's so good to Sister Mingyu, but Sister Mingyu doesn't consider him at all..."

Zhao Xiazhi's voice was very soft, like a mosquito buzzing.

Zhang Guiying didn't rush her, but patiently listened to her finish speaking.

Thinking of Zhao Xiazhi's lover in her past life, Zhang Guiying said earnestly, "Because not everyone is worth the effort, and not every effort will be rewarded equally. In such cases, we must keep our eyes open and carefully discern."

"Your fourth brother isn't the worst off. He's a man. Even if his wife isn't a good wife, at least he lives in his own home and has his parents to help him. He shouldn't be too miserable."

"Girls are different. When a girl gets married, she has to live in someone else's home and integrate into someone else's family. If she encounters a scumbag, her life will be ruined."

Zhang Guiying took the opportunity to educate her two daughters, "You two are not young anymore. When you look for a partner in the future, observe how the boy treats the people around him. His attitude towards the people around him will be his attitude towards you in the future."

"Don't choose someone who's only good to you; choose someone who is good in themselves."

This was a bit convoluted, and Zhao Xiazhi seemed to understand it but not quite.

Zhang Guiying pulled Zhao Binghe over directly, saying, "If you really don't know how to choose, just look to your dad."

"Your dad is a model man. He can earn money outside and work hard at home. When your grandma bullied me when we were young, he knew to protect me. We've been married for thirty years, and he discusses everything with me, big or small. Although we sometimes argue, he's always on my side."

"Although others say he's a coward who's afraid of his wife, in my heart, your dad is the most upright and honorable man."

Zhang Guiying is good at cursing.

Praising people is still rare.

Zhao Binghe blushed with excitement at Zhang Guiying's straightforward praise and waved his hands frantically, saying, "Keep it low-key, let's keep it low-key."

Zhao Xueyi tossed his hair and said, "Mom, my third brother and I are good men too."

"..."

Zhang Guiying's expression was indescribable.

In her past life, the person she looked down on the most was her youngest son. She thought Zhao Xueyi was lazy and unambitious, with a pretty face, and all he wanted was to live off others without working.

She scolded him every day, but it was no use. In the end, she was so disappointed that she simply stopped caring about him.

But Zhao Xueyi was the most conscientious of the four sons.

Thinking of how he risked his life, grabbing a broom and desperately trying to put out the fire with Xia Zhi, Zhang Guiying ultimately didn't say anything harsh.

She didn't say anything.

Zhao Xueyi felt that her gaze contained every unpleasant word, and immediately became dissatisfied, "Mom, am I really that bad? Don't I have any redeeming qualities at all?"

"There are still some."

Zhao Xueyi immediately perked up, and then heard Zhang Guiying say, "You are one-third a good man."

"ha?"

Zhang Guiying's sharp comment: "You're a human being!"

A good man.

He occupies the space of a person in just three words.

Isn't that just one-third of good men?

Zhao Xueyi's face darkened. "Of course I'm a person. How could I not be a person? Mom, your insults are getting worse and worse."

Tsk!

Seeing that he didn't understand, Zhang Guiying asked more directly, "How many strokes are in a person's name?"

"What a fool."

"Yes, it's the second stroke."

Zhao Xiazhi burst out laughing, and the others tried their best to suppress their laughter. Only then did Zhao Xueyi realize that he had been scolded, and he protested angrily.

Zhang Guiying slapped him on the head with her fan, "I'll make you dumplings."

As the dumplings were put into the pot, Zhang Guiying personally prepared a dipping sauce. When the aroma wafted out, everyone's stomachs rumbled with hunger, and no one mentioned Zhao Jinzhong anymore.

There are many people in my family.

The food was always terrible before; we were lucky to get meat once a week.

Today, Zhang Guiying bought five jin of pork leg meat and mixed it with chives to make the filling. She also poured a large spoonful of peanut oil into the filling. When you bite into it, the oil sizzles and your mouth is filled with the aroma of meat.

Zhao Xueyi's eyes were brimming with tears. He felt that getting a beating from Lao Si was worth it. "Waaah, it's so delicious! Mom, you can still ask me for help next time. As long as you cook something delicious for me, I'll give you my life."