Back To The 80s

Lu Ruixue wiped her tears and sat down, saying, "Dajun was deceived by old Hu, claiming that it was about television ticket lotteries, but they were all fake, none existed, but Dajun had already collected everyone’s money. Now there are no televisions, and people are coming to make a fuss, threatening to sue Dajun and have him put in prison."

Aiguo watched as if he was watching a show, his face filled with mockery, "I advised you before, why didn’t you listen? With Dajun’s naivety, it was no surprise he was played."

Lu Ruixue also grew angry: "Since you knew it, why didn’t you say it outright, instead always using veiled comments to bully people."

Aiguo, holding Mo Wang, went around Ruixue and said: "You are really an ungrateful creature. As for that coward, he deserves his unfortunate fate."

"You...Aiguo, what are you planning? Watching Dajun go to jail, what benefits does it bring you? Why are you always at odds with Dajun?" Lu Ruixue stood up angrily and rebuked Aiguo.

Upon hearing the noise, Xiuqing came out of her bedroom. Seeing the way Ruixue was fuming, she sternly said, "Ruixue, if you want to ask for help, at least act like you’re asking."

Ruixue could no longer hold back, crying as she shouted at Xiuqing, "I see, I was simply adopted, you always put me down."

Xiuqing continued calmly, yet sternly: "I reproach you, because you were wrong, neither your second nor your third brothers owe you anything. If Chen Dajun did something wrong, don’t you think you’re partly to blame?"

"But why didn’t my third brother tell us when he knew it was a scam, what kind of relative does that?" Lu Ruixue retorted.

Aiguo handed the baby to Xiaobei, and walked over to Ruixue, still speaking mockingly: "If you don’t want Chen Dajun to go to jail, let him come and ask for my help. Maybe because we’re relatives, I might consider helping him out. But Ruixue, you also need to use your own head. Why are you so insistent on such a man?"

Upon hearing the first half, Ruixue was somewhat pleased, but the second half made her so angry that she almost spat out blood. She viciously glared at Aiguo: "I just don’t get it, how has Dajun upset you, why do you seem to despise him so much?"

Aiguo mimicked Ruixue’s tone: "I’m equally puzzled, how has Dajun become so worthy in your eyes?"

Xiuqing watched the two siblings with a cold face and said: "Enough, let’s stop it, both of you. Aiguo, if you can help Dajun, help him. Yeah, we can’t let others see the joke."

Aiguo scratched his ear and said: "If he wants help, let that grandson come and beg me, otherwise I can’t do anything." He added, patting Ruixue’s shoulder: "Don’t worry. If Dajun really ends up behind bars, I won’t neglect my sister."

Ruixue rolled her eyes at him, stomped angrily, and ran off to find Dajun.

Xiuqing, watching Ruixue leave, spoke to Aiguo: "When Dajun comes later, don’t humiliate him excessively. Try to help if you can, stop using harsh words."

Aiguo snorted: "I doubt we’ll be able to find that guy anywhere in the next few days. Who knows which rat hole he’s hiding in right now."

Xiuqing said nothing and looked at Mo Wang in Xiaobei’s arms before saying: "Prepare some egg soup and millet soup for the child. Just give him the soup, not the millet."

"Okay." Xiaobei was baffled by his mother-in-law’s sudden concern, but lately, he had indeed felt that there was not enough milk for the two children. After Xiaopang had eaten, Mo Wang had to sweat a lot and suck hard.

Having said that, Xiuqing returned to her room. She herself didn’t know how to face the children.

In the evening, Xiaobei cooked a thick millet soup for the kids and fed them with a bottle. Xiaopang and Mo Wang didn’t know how to use a nipple. Xiuqing watched from the side and said, "You feed them with a small spoon. The nipple is too hard; they don’t like it."

Xiaobei swapped it for a soup spoon and sure enough, the two babies started gulping down the soup. It was their first time drinking it, so Xiaobei didn’t dare to let them drink too much. He let each of them taste a few spoonfuls and then decided to see if their stomach could adjust to it.

Xiaopang obviously wasn’t pleased; he was grumbling and still wanted to eat, pulling Xiaobei’s hand to his mouth forcefully.

Fang Jing laughed and said, "Xiaopang is just like Yueyue, a little greedy guy."

"Just hope he doesn’t end up as a little fat lump." Xiaobei also said happily.

The few of them chatted leisurely until Lu Ruixue stormed back in, dragging Dajun with her.

Aiguo couldn’t resist another jab: "I thought you were going to hide in a mouse hole for a few days. How come you’re already back?"

Chen Dajun, wearing the same worn dark tunic, stood in the middle of the living room looking awkward, not knowing what to do with his hands.

Ruixue glared at Aiguo and said: "Third Brother, didn’t you say you could help? So how can you help?"

Aiguo looked at his own sister, how simply she lacked dignity. It took him a moment to respond: "Is this the way you ask for help? This big matter, even if I help, I have to pull strings and call in favors, is it easy?"

Chen Dajun sheepishly began to speak: "Third Brother, what do you want me to do? As long as you help me this time, I’ll listen to everything you say in the future."

"Remember you’re the one saying this, don’t pretend to be a well-behaved grandson later." Aiguo didn’t give Dajun a hard time: "So tell me, how many televisions have you sold?"

"About two or three hundred." Chen Dajun came up with a rough number. As for the actual figure, he didn’t keep track and had forgotten.

Aiguo was drinking water from a jar. Upon hearing the two to three hundred televisions, he spat out a mouthful of water: "You’re really a beast, how the hell don’t you have a brain, do you think Old Hu can supply so many televisions?"

Chen Dajun fidgeted with his hands, said nothing, after all, he was right now asking for a favor and could only endure Aiguo’s scolding.

Aiguo finished venting and said, "I can get you a bunch of television sets, but they’ll be a hundred yuan more expensive than what you sold. If you can manage that, go and raise the money. If not, clean up and get ready for prison."

Xiaobei found Aiguo was indeed cut out for business as he seized the opportunity and didn’t hesitate to make money from his own relatives.

"Third Brother, this is tens of thousands of yuan. Where am I suppose to find that money? Can’t you offer a little discount?" The moment Chen Dajun heard the price, he was startled. He had spent a large portion of the original capital he collected, and now he was expected to invest tens of thousands more—where was he supposed to get that money?

Ruixue also became dissatisfied: "Third Brother, isn’t this taking advantage of someone else’s plight? You do know about our financial situation, right? We don’t have any money."

"I’m not benefiting others, am I? I couldn’t care less if you don’t want it. I’m fed up with dealing with thankless matters, anyway." Aiguo leaned back against the couch, crossed his legs and said.

Upon hearing Aiguo’s reluctance to help, Chen Dajun became a bit anxious and said, "No, Brother, I really have no money now. If I had money, why would I let Old Hu deceive me?"

"No money?" Aiguo raised an eyebrow: "Doesn’t your family have a courtyard house in East City?"