Mrs. He, full of reluctance, shouted into the courtyard, "Why is everyone kneeling there? Are you waiting for this old woman to come and pull you up? You've already got the business you wanted, so why aren't you working? Each of you is shrewder than the next when it comes to doing business, yet hides when it's time to work, worse than the children of this household!"
At least the children know to help the fourth brother.
Although Mrs. He wasn't very cultured, she understood very well.
Her two sons, the eldest always appeared obedient, seemingly compliant with everything at home, but in reality, everything was propped up by the foolish second son and Mrs. Zhao, the troublemaker.
Without a comparison, you wouldn't realize that actually none of them is any good, each more selfish than the last with their petty little schemes.
Ye Gaoshi and Ye Gaoshui exchanged a glance, then they both got up bitterly smiling, a decision firm in their hearts.
