Xu Zhao looked at the two calmly and said, "I'm here, what's the matter?"
"You grabbed our child ice cream?" Xu Youcheng asked.
"Who said that?" Xu Zhao asked.
"The big baby (Xu Dawa) said."
Xu Zhao did not rush to refute, but asked, "Where did the ice cream come from?"
"Dawa--" Xu Youcheng cut off halfway and couldn't help looking at Xu Zuocheng.
Xu Zuocheng's acting tough like a big brother, looked at Xu Zhao and asked, "You said it wasn't Dawa's ice cream, then who's ice cream is't?"
Xu Zhao answered, "Mine."
"Where did you get the ice-cream?"
"I received the ice cream by my classmate who sells ice cream." Xu Zhao calmly replied.
"Since you are old already, can't you give it to the child?"
"Can not."
"Can't it be divided equally?"
"No." Xu Zhao bluntly refused.
"Xu Zhao." Xu Zuocheng's patience with Xu Zhao had reached the limit, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you so ignorant?"
"What is sensible? Is't sensible to grab noodles from your little nephew?"
"Xu Zhao!" Xu Zuocheng finally roared.
Although Xu Zhao voice is not loud, but his words choices are really powerful, "From today, I will not be or will not know how to be sensible. I only know that Xu Fan is my son, as long as he does nothing wrong, no one can bully him , unless if you go against me first! Don't believe me, you can give it a try! I don't care if you are a human or a ghost! I 'm the one who died once! "
Once died, it means that he fell into the river three days ago and almost drowned to death. Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng doubted whether Xu Zhao was ridden by evil spirits. Or else, how could someone who once worked round and flattened suddenly become so tough?
Is't really possessed by a ghost?
Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng could not speak for a while.
Xu Zhao looked at Xu Dawa and said, " If I see you bully Xu Fan next time, I won't let you off!"
Xu Dawa humbly hid behind Xu Zuocheng.
Xu Erwa, who had not been warned yet, saw his older cousin raked by Xu Zhao, fearing that his oldest uncle, Xu Youcheng will beat him up with Xu Dawa, he hurry ran away.
"Two baby (Xu Erwa), where are you going?" Xu Dawa shouted softly.
Xu Erwa ignored Xu Dawa and hurried away.
Seeing that Xu Erwa had run away, Xu Dawa was also afraid of being beaten by his own father, Xu Zuocheng. While Xu Zuocheng didn't pay attention, he too quickly ran away.
Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng turned their heads, but the two children were already gone.
Xu Zhao looked at them and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Both Xu Youcheng and Xu Zuocheng were angry and turned away out of the yard.
Since the farming will likely to be busier, Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng may not be able to make trouble. He have to be stronger, otherwise life will be more difficult in the future.
He stood at the door for a while, calming his emotions. He turned into the hut and saw the small Xu Fan on the bed.
Xu Fan had already finished eating the ice cream. At this time, he was licking his little fingers one by one. The insolence was relishing. Although it was a little cute, he couldn't bear to look straight at it.
Xu Zhao shouted helplessly, "Xu Fan."
Xu Fan raised his eyes and shouted, "Dad!"
"Is your hand dirty?"
Xu Fan smiled and said, "Dirty."
"Dirty? then why still licked?"
"Sweet!" Xu Fan reached his small hand out towards to Xu Zhao, "Dad, you try to lick it too."
"I think you are dirty."
Xu Zhao smiled and took Xu Fan out of bed to washed his hands. While it was still dark, he borrowed the bullock cart from the dealer and pulled the wheat back and piled it in front of the hut.
The next morning, when Xu's family went down to deal with their farms, Xu Zhao spread his wheat in the yard to dry, taking advantage of the sun's to dry it, he took this time to cleaned the hut inside and outside. During cleaning, he found books, paper, and pen. Then he looked at the book with an idly and think quietly in his heart about selling Popsicle. This season, selling Popsicle is very profitable, but he has no money, not even a single dime. Where can he get money?
Xu Zhao was even less likely to borrow money from Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng. meanwhile being depressed, he heard someone shouted from outside of his hut, "Is Xu Zhao home?"
"Who? Who called my father?" Xu Fan asked loudly.
Xu Zhao haven't yet even stood up halfway and Xu Fan has already quickly ran to the entrance of the courtyard. When Xu Fan inquired, Xu Zhao had made it clear that the person coming was Aunt Zhang in the village.
"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, are you looking for me?" Xu Zhao walked over and opened the courtyard door.
"Yes." Uncle Zhang asked with a smile.
"Come in and sit down, what's the matter?"
Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "If we think about it, you will be the only person in the whole village that we can ask for help. So I beg you to help us."
"What's the matter?"
Aunt Zhang patted Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang pulled out a letter from his tunic shirt pocket and said, "Can you help read the letter."
"Whose letter?"
"My son's."
"OK, let me read it for you."
Aunt Zhang happily patted Uncle Zhang's shoulder and whispered, "Just like I told you, Xu Zhao will definitely do, and he will definitely help us."
Uncle Zhang said, "Don't talk, listen!"
Aunt Zhang immediately said nothing.
Xu Zhao took the Kraft paper envelope, unfolded the standard red striped letter paper, looked at the neat font, and began to read word by word to Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang. The son of Uncle Zhang 's son was a rare cultural person in the village. He was graduating from junior high school and wanted to go out to Guangshi for development. The development was not bad. Especially, sending fifty dollars back through the post office. He hope that Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang will not worry to much and take care of their health.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhang's aunt Zhang's son was quite advanced and became the first batch of migrant workers.
"Is he doing well?" Aunt Zhang asked.
"Yeah, he can eat meat every three to five," Xu Zhao said.
"It's good to eat meat, it's good to eat meat." Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang said together.
Because he read the letter, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang were very kind to Xu Zhao. They were not as bad as other people have said about the couples. They couldn't help but chat with him more and ask him to write a letter back for them. Uncle Zhang pulled Xu Zhao hand warmly, and took out two big white rabbit toffees from his trouser pocket for Xu Fan to eat, and then asked Xu Zhao how the wheat harvested has been going. Last year's harvest was not good. The Zhang couples say that they were old and could not farm well to grow anything on the field and they have to buy food from the market.
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhao suddenly thought of the most worrying money problem in the past two days and immediately said, "Uncle Zhang, my wheat can be sold to you."
"Your?" Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang asked at the same time.
"Well, my wheat is sold to you." Xu Zhao said.
"How much wheat do you harvest this year?"
"More than one hundred catties." Xu Zhao said.
"It's just over a hundred pounds, that's not enough for you and Xu Fan to eat." Aunt Zhang said.
"I have another way." Xu Zhao said, "Aunt Zhang, if you need it, I can sell you sixty or seventy pounds. If you want it again, I will go to get more from the field."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"But I'm afraid you don't have enough food. You will have to pay for food in a few days."
"Enough, you can rest assured that since I am willing to sell, there must be another way."
Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang glanced at each other, thinking about the bumper harvest this year.
"In that case, first buy sixty kilograms from you. If you have any difficulties, come back to find your aunt."
"it is good."
"So what's the price?"
"All listen to you." Xu Zhao said.
Uncle Zhang thought for a while and said, "In the past years, wheat was one cent, three to four pounds, and this year is estimated to be similar. In this way, I will give you fifty cents, and then you can help us write two more letters to my son . "
Xu Zhao said with a smile, "I can write a letter, but the price will come in three cents."
With such an agreement, Aunt Zhang immediately took out the money, took out a rolled handkerchief from the pocket of her pants, and peeled the handkerchief a little bit. Inside was a roll of paper money, which was worth two, one, five, two, and one cents. Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang carefully counted nine dollars and handed them to Xu Zhao.
Xu Zhao took it with a smile.
This scene happened to be seen by Xu Dawa and Xu Erwa who had just returned. Xu Dawa immediately pulled Xu Erwa and ran to Xu Zuocheng and said, "Dad, the third uncle sold our wheat!"
"What?" Xu Zuocheng asked in surprise.4
Notes: Sorry for the lateness; I have been given more hours for work these weeks recently, and couldn't give the time to translate nor edit. I'll try my best!
Xu Zhao looked at the two calmly and said, "I'm here, what's the matter?"
"You grabbed our child ice cream?" Xu Youcheng asked.
"Who said that?" Xu Zhao asked.
"The big baby (Xu Dawa) said."
Xu Zhao did not rush to refute, but asked, "Where did the ice cream come from?"
"Dawa--" Xu Youcheng cut off halfway and couldn't help looking at Xu Zuocheng.
Xu Zuocheng's acting tough like a big brother, looked at Xu Zhao and asked, "You said it wasn't Dawa's ice cream, then who's ice cream is't?"
Xu Zhao answered, "Mine."
"Where did you get the ice-cream?"
"I received the ice cream by my classmate who sells ice cream." Xu Zhao calmly replied.
"Since you are old already, can't you give it to the child?"
"Can not."
"Can't it be divided equally?"
"No." Xu Zhao bluntly refused.
"Xu Zhao." Xu Zuocheng's patience with Xu Zhao had reached the limit, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you so ignorant?"
"What is sensible? Is't sensible to grab noodles from your little nephew?"
"Xu Zhao!" Xu Zuocheng finally roared.
Although Xu Zhao voice is not loud, but his words choices are really powerful, "From today, I will not be or will not know how to be sensible. I only know that Xu Fan is my son, as long as he does nothing wrong, no one can bully him , unless if you go against me first! Don't believe me, you can give it a try! I don't care if you are a human or a ghost! I 'm the one who died once! "
Once died, it means that he fell into the river three days ago and almost drowned to death. Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng doubted whether Xu Zhao was ridden by evil spirits. Or else, how could someone who once worked round and flattened suddenly become so tough?
Is't really possessed by a ghost?
Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng could not speak for a while.
Xu Zhao looked at Xu Dawa and said, " If I see you bully Xu Fan next time, I won't let you off!"
Xu Dawa humbly hid behind Xu Zuocheng.
Xu Erwa, who had not been warned yet, saw his older cousin raked by Xu Zhao, fearing that his oldest uncle, Xu Youcheng will beat him up with Xu Dawa, he hurry ran away.
"Two baby (Xu Erwa), where are you going?" Xu Dawa shouted softly.
Xu Erwa ignored Xu Dawa and hurried away.
Seeing that Xu Erwa had run away, Xu Dawa was also afraid of being beaten by his own father, Xu Zuocheng. While Xu Zuocheng didn't pay attention, he too quickly ran away.
Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng turned their heads, but the two children were already gone.
Xu Zhao looked at them and asked, "Is there anything else?"
Both Xu Youcheng and Xu Zuocheng were angry and turned away out of the yard.
Since the farming will likely to be busier, Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng may not be able to make trouble. He have to be stronger, otherwise life will be more difficult in the future.
He stood at the door for a while, calming his emotions. He turned into the hut and saw the small Xu Fan on the bed.
Xu Fan had already finished eating the ice cream. At this time, he was licking his little fingers one by one. The insolence was relishing. Although it was a little cute, he couldn't bear to look straight at it.
Xu Zhao shouted helplessly, "Xu Fan."
Xu Fan raised his eyes and shouted, "Dad!"
"Is your hand dirty?"
Xu Fan smiled and said, "Dirty."
"Dirty? then why still licked?"
"Sweet!" Xu Fan reached his small hand out towards to Xu Zhao, "Dad, you try to lick it too."
"I think you are dirty."
Xu Zhao smiled and took Xu Fan out of bed to washed his hands. While it was still dark, he borrowed the bullock cart from the dealer and pulled the wheat back and piled it in front of the hut.
The next morning, when Xu's family went down to deal with their farms, Xu Zhao spread his wheat in the yard to dry, taking advantage of the sun's to dry it, he took this time to cleaned the hut inside and outside. During cleaning, he found books, paper, and pen. Then he looked at the book with an idly and think quietly in his heart about selling Popsicle. This season, selling Popsicle is very profitable, but he has no money, not even a single dime. Where can he get money?
Xu Zhao was even less likely to borrow money from Xu Zuocheng and Xu Youcheng. meanwhile being depressed, he heard someone shouted from outside of his hut, "Is Xu Zhao home?"
"Who? Who called my father?" Xu Fan asked loudly.
Xu Zhao haven't yet even stood up halfway and Xu Fan has already quickly ran to the entrance of the courtyard. When Xu Fan inquired, Xu Zhao had made it clear that the person coming was Aunt Zhang in the village.
"Uncle Zhang, Aunt Zhang, are you looking for me?" Xu Zhao walked over and opened the courtyard door.
"Yes." Uncle Zhang asked with a smile.
"Come in and sit down, what's the matter?"
Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "If we think about it, you will be the only person in the whole village that we can ask for help. So I beg you to help us."
"What's the matter?"
Aunt Zhang patted Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang pulled out a letter from his tunic shirt pocket and said, "Can you help read the letter."
"Whose letter?"
"My son's."
"OK, let me read it for you."
Aunt Zhang happily patted Uncle Zhang's shoulder and whispered, "Just like I told you, Xu Zhao will definitely do, and he will definitely help us."
Uncle Zhang said, "Don't talk, listen!"
Aunt Zhang immediately said nothing.
Xu Zhao took the Kraft paper envelope, unfolded the standard red striped letter paper, looked at the neat font, and began to read word by word to Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang. The son of Uncle Zhang 's son was a rare cultural person in the village. He was graduating from junior high school and wanted to go out to Guangshi for development. The development was not bad. Especially, sending fifty dollars back through the post office. He hope that Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang will not worry to much and take care of their health.
Unexpectedly, Uncle Zhang's aunt Zhang's son was quite advanced and became the first batch of migrant workers.
"Is he doing well?" Aunt Zhang asked.
"Yeah, he can eat meat every three to five," Xu Zhao said.
"It's good to eat meat, it's good to eat meat." Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang said together.
Because he read the letter, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang were very kind to Xu Zhao. They were not as bad as other people have said about the couples. They couldn't help but chat with him more and ask him to write a letter back for them. Uncle Zhang pulled Xu Zhao hand warmly, and took out two big white rabbit toffees from his trouser pocket for Xu Fan to eat, and then asked Xu Zhao how the wheat harvested has been going. Last year's harvest was not good. The Zhang couples say that they were old and could not farm well to grow anything on the field and they have to buy food from the market.
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhao suddenly thought of the most worrying money problem in the past two days and immediately said, "Uncle Zhang, my wheat can be sold to you."
"Your?" Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang asked at the same time.
"Well, my wheat is sold to you." Xu Zhao said.
"How much wheat do you harvest this year?"
"More than one hundred catties." Xu Zhao said.
"It's just over a hundred pounds, that's not enough for you and Xu Fan to eat." Aunt Zhang said.
"I have another way." Xu Zhao said, "Aunt Zhang, if you need it, I can sell you sixty or seventy pounds. If you want it again, I will go to get more from the field."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"But I'm afraid you don't have enough food. You will have to pay for food in a few days."
"Enough, you can rest assured that since I am willing to sell, there must be another way."
Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang glanced at each other, thinking about the bumper harvest this year.
"In that case, first buy sixty kilograms from you. If you have any difficulties, come back to find your aunt."
"it is good."
"So what's the price?"
"All listen to you." Xu Zhao said.
Uncle Zhang thought for a while and said, "In the past years, wheat was one cent, three to four pounds, and this year is estimated to be similar. In this way, I will give you fifty cents, and then you can help us write two more letters to my son . "
Xu Zhao said with a smile, "I can write a letter, but the price will come in three cents."
With such an agreement, Aunt Zhang immediately took out the money, took out a rolled handkerchief from the pocket of her pants, and peeled the handkerchief a little bit. Inside was a roll of paper money, which was worth two, one, five, two, and one cents. Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang carefully counted nine dollars and handed them to Xu Zhao.
Xu Zhao took it with a smile.
This scene happened to be seen by Xu Dawa and Xu Erwa who had just returned. Xu Dawa immediately pulled Xu Erwa and ran to Xu Zuocheng and said, "Dad, the third uncle sold our wheat!"
"What?" Xu Zuocheng asked in surprise.4
Notes: Sorry for the lateness; I have been given more hours for work these weeks recently, and couldn't give the time to translate nor edit. I'll try my best!
