"It's Big Brother's turn to take care of you now. It won't be my turn for another four months." The voice on the other end of the phone paused, then added gloomily, "And besides... Big Brother's already been locked up because of you. I'm a bit scared too. Why on earth did you have to go and steal those melons in the first place?"
These words infuriated Zhao Fangquan to the point of steaming rage. He hung up the phone, cursing his unfilial son.
Afterward, once he had calmed down, he dialed his third son's number.
The result... was not much different. They all claimed they had their own lives to lead and couldn't get away to help.
His sons' reactions left him extremely angry, yet helpless.
Now, when he went to town to buy daily necessities and food, he couldn't get anything. When people in the town learned he was from Zhaojia Village, they flatly refused to sell to him.
If this continues, I might actually starve to death at home.
BRRRING—
