Chapter 6: Reborn in the Nineties: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 6: Escalating Demands

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Chai Youqing hemmed and hawed for half a day, but ultimately couldn't refute Chai Zhongxiao and Wang Huirong.

After all, they were his own parents, and he was a filial person; he simply couldn't bring himself to say anything too unfilial.

Chai Zhongxiao didn't say much more; he took out his own tobacco pipe again, rolled a stick of dry tobacco, eyelids drooping and head bowed, used the saliva on his tongue to roll the dry tobacco properly, put it to his mouth, then twisted off the front end, lit it, and took a puff: "Right, Oldest. Just now your mother and I were talking... sigh... Old Three's wife said, your family's Lao Qingniu didn't give birth to a female calf last year? Look, it's already half-grown now. You see, back when you split the household, the old cow went to your family, and the calf was left for Old Three. Later that calf died, and now that old cow happens to have a calf again, and it's a female calf at that, so just give it directly to Old Three to make up for it..."

"Ah..." Chai Youqing was a bit dumbfounded for a moment.

The household split was over ten years ago...

Chai Youqing had just heard Chai Zhongxiao and his wife mention it in passing at the neighbor's door, but he never expected Chai Zhongxiao to actually demand the calf.

A matter from over ten years ago, and today he wants the calf?

Chai Youqing found it very absurd; moreover, that calf given to Old Three back then was sent by Old Three Chai You De's wife Che Lianyun to her younger sister Che Lianfang, and it later died at Che Lianfang's house. As for whether Chai You De and his wife collected money for it, Chai Youqing didn't know.

But anyway, they sent it away a long time before it died; this accounting is too bizarre.

"Since you don't oppose it, then it's settled. In half a day I'll have Old Three go lead the calf away." Chai Zhongxiao slammed down the decision.

"No... that... Dad, that calf... my family's Chai Mi won't agree to it." Chai Youqing thought for half a day before managing to say this sentence.

"What nonsense?" Chai Zhongxiao's face instantly hardened: "No, you're a grown man, and you let Chai Mi run the house?"

"Chai Mi, a yellow-haired girl, takes after her mother by nature — that's stingy and calculating through and through; she's bound to say no." Wang Huirong also scolded: "Can that work? What kind of matter is this, can't you yield a step? She wants to grab the best of everything, can that work? Your family already has the old cow, and the old cow is pregnant with a calf again; come autumn, it'll give birth to another calf. Are you short this one calf?"

Chai Youqing: "......"

It is very much short this calf.

Because the old cow is truly old; anyone who's raised cattle knows, calves born when the cow is young are stronger in constitution; once it reaches an old cow of over ten years, each calf born is worse than the last — not only do they not grow well, they're also prone to illness.

The main thing is, calves born from an old cow have universally much shorter lifespans.

The calf Chai Youqing's family kept is already not good; any further calves born will likely all be runts.

Chai Youqing truly didn't want to give it.

"Dad, Mom. This really won't do... Chai Mi's mother won't agree to it."

"What so much nonsense?!" Chai Zhongxiao slapped the kang mat, and dust flew up from the kang: "You just say I agreed."

Chai Youqing's whole person didn't know what to think; he wanted to refute, but didn't know how to say it.

Moreover...

Moreover Father Chai Zhongxiao had already promised Old Three's family, so...

"That... Dad, I'll still go back and discuss it with my wife."

"Discuss what? What's there to discuss? Can't I even make this bit of decision for you?" Chai Zhongxiao looked coldly at Chai Youqing.

"That's not it..." Chai Youqing dragged out the tail end of his words: "Mainly this matter..."

"Fine, it's settled then. You go back and just tell Chai Mi's mother." Chai Zhongxiao finished speaking, turned his head, and went to wash his face.