Seeing his mother raise her hand, Zhao Mingyu quickly took a big step back. "I won't argue with you anymore. I'm going back to my room to rest. I woke up so early in the morning, so I'm feeling tired."
"You brat, if you don't make yourself clear, don't even think about getting out of here…" When Chen Guizhi heard his words, she was furious. She extended her arms and blocked the way.
"Aiya, Mother, haven't I made things clear enough? I saw that the newbie was carrying too heavy a load, so…" Sigh, why was his mother so difficult to deal with?
Looking at Chen Guizhi's expression of disbelief, Zhao Mingyu couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead. He could feel a headache coming on!
Oh gosh! Why was his mother so different from the women in the village?
Not only was she alert and quick-witted, even her eyes were extremely sharp. They were so discerning that she could spot any problem with just a quick scan.
"Okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell you, okay?"
Sensing that the spatula in his mother's hand was starting to move again, Zhao Mingyu quickly compromised. "That's right. Your youngest son has fallen in love with one of the newbies!"
"Who is so unlucky to have caught your eye the moment she arrived?"
As soon as Zhao Mingyu finished speaking, a loud and powerful voice sounded at the entrance of the courtyard.
Before Chen Guizhi could recover from her surprise, Zhao Mingyu, who was feeling discriminated against by his father, had already jumped up.
He quickly turned around and looked at Zhao Zhiyuan, whose eyes were filled with mockery. "Dad, what are you saying? What have I done? Isn't your son rich and good-looking?" Which father would say that to their own son?
Whenever his father had the chance to see him, he would tease him at least a few times in a day. Since his father was so mean to him, it might be better to replace him with a new one.
With that thought in mind, Zhao Mingyu immediately turned to look at his mother. "Mother, why don't you get me a new father?"
As soon as he said this, he received two death stares from his parents.
Zhao Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, feeling riled up by his younger son's audacity. "You little brat! I can see that you're aching for a beating. How dare you spout nonsense about changing fathers? Who do you think you can replace me with? Huh?"
As he roared, he quickly scanned his surroundings. Where was his broom? He had to give this brat a good beating.
"Here, beat him with this feather duster. This brat is asking for a beating. And that mouth of his, he's so full of nonsense. We have to teach him a lesson." Making use of the opportunity when Zhao Mingyu was not paying attention, Chen Guizhi reached out and grabbed the feather duster from his hand, before handing it to Zhao Zhiyuan.
Zhao Mingyu: "!!!" Oh man!
This was indeed his biological mother!
It was fine if she didn't protect him, but she actually took the initiative to give the old man a tool to beat him with?
"I'm going back to the house!"
With those words, his tall figure dashed into the main hall like a lightning bolt in just a few steps.
"You brat, stop right there…" Zhao Zhiyuan shouted at him in anger.
Unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Enraged and breathless, Zhao Zhiyuan shouted into the main hall, "You bast*rd! You are really trying to drive me to my grave! My heart feels like a dog is chewing on it, I am in so much pain."
"How is that possible? You and my mother are obviously blessed to live to a hundred years old. If you don't live to a hundred years old, no one in the underworld will dare to take you in."
As soon as Zhao Zhiyuan finished speaking, a provoking and soothing voice immediately resonated from inside the house.
Hearing this, the corners of Chen Guizhi's mouth twitched. She took out the feather duster from her husband's hand and said with a smile, "Alright, calm down. Didn't you hear that my youngest son is trying to pacify you?"
"Heh, with his way of pacifying people, I'd be lucky if I don't die of anger because of him."
Although Zhao Zhiyuan's anger had completely dissipated when he heard his youngest son's words, his face was still dark. "Besides, did you hear what he said just now?
"With his lackadaisical ways, how dare he fall in love with a woman from the city? Only someone as thick-skinned as him would say something like that."
Hearing him speak ill of his youngest son, Chen Guizhi became frustrated. She glared at the old man and said, "What's wrong with my son? He's very outstanding and not lacking in any way."
"Besides, who says that he cannot fall in love with an educated youth? As long as he can get the girl to agree to be his girlfriend, that would prove that he is good enough."
To Chen Guizhi, she was the only person who could mock her youngest son. All outsiders, including the old man, were not allowed to say anything bad about the boy.
That was how protective she was!
Of course, when her son has a partner and starts a family, all of his matters will be taken care of by his wife. By that time, no matter how his wife disciplines him, even if she makes him kneel on the washboard, as his mother, she wouldn't object to it.
"Hey, things have barely started between them, and you are thinking so far ahead. Don't ruin the reputation of that girl. Besides, if that girl really agrees to be with him, she must have poor judgment." Zhao Zhiyuan couldn't stand his stupid son's bragging, so he couldn't resist making another sarcastic remark.
In the Zhao family, daily bickering had long become a part of their life.
"Old man, am I your biological son? Otherwise, why do you speak so poorly of me? You make me sound like I'm practically worthless," Zhao Mingyu, who had heard his father's words from inside the house, flipped over and leaped out with an incredulous expression.
He widened his eyes and looked at Zhao Zhiyuan. His heart was dripping with blood.
Zhao Zhiyuan's eyelids fluttered imperceptibly when he heard this. Then, he retorted with a straight face, "I picked you up from the mountains…"
Zhao Mingyu didn't care. He grinned and praised himself with a cheeky smile. "Hey, old man, you're wrong! How could you possibly pick up such an outstanding and handsome son like me at random?"
"I am a descendant of the Zhao family, a sixth-generation poor farmer. I have genuine revolutionary blood flowing through my veins. No one could impersonate me even if they wanted to!"
"Also, Father, you must have confidence in your son. I'm your off-spring. If you don't have confidence in me, wouldn't that be discrediting your genes and the standard of your parenting skills? This won't do…"
Chen Guizhi was speechless. "Rascal, how long has it been since you've started behaving yourself? You're spouting nonsense again."
Zhao Zhiyuan: "…"
He took off his shoes and threw them at his son, who looked like he was asking for a beating.
"Oh my!" Seeing this, Zhao Mingyu hurriedly jumped to the side and successfully dodged it.
He pursed his lips and couldn't help but complain, "Father, why are you throwing shoes again? Can't you use a new trick? Every time it's your smelly old cloth shoes. You're really lacking in creativity. And that smell, it's totally unbearable."