In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 354 Father and son’s night talk
Next to the envelope on the kang (a heated brick bed), there was also six hundred yuan, which was probably put in by my aunt when she mailed the letter.

"What did the letter say?" Yu Dawei asked, sitting down on the kang (a heated brick bed) after arranging the bedding.

"Sigh, I can't help but get a lecture from your aunt." Old Man Yu was a man who cared a lot about his reputation, and even in front of his eldest son, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He even spoke with a hint of disappointment: "You and Da Feng, you've really wasted all the good things your aunt has done for you."

"She's had it tough too. She has to take care of her sharp-tongued mother-in-law on top of her, and also consider your uncle's feelings on the bottom of hers. If it weren't for the fact that the Yu family's children could leave the countryside and have a better life, why would she go to all this trouble to arrange things for you?" Old Yu glared at Yu Dawei resentfully. "But what about you? What have you done?"

"Take you for example. We told you to go there and study properly, but all you did was fight and skip classes. You're already in your senior year, and you still led the whole class into a gang fight. Those kids were all from families at the same level as your uncle's. Don't you know how much trouble you've caused?"

Yu Laonian sneered in anger: "You have no idea that you have food and drink in the prison cell, and your aunt brings you food with her children every day. You certainly don't know how much your uncle has sacrificed to quell this matter."

Yu Dawei kept his head down and remained silent. He knew that the old man was angry and disappointed in Dafeng, which had stirred up his past resentment towards him.

Even though he, Yu Dawei, is now Boss Yu, he is still Old Man Yu's son. What can he do?

The old man was in a bad mood, so his son could only act as a punching bag to let him vent his anger and prevent him from getting sick.

Little Agui, sensing that the clerk was very angry, dared not even look up, and his pencil strokes became lighter than before.

Normally, this advisor rarely gets angry, so when he does get angry, it's like a violent storm, incredibly terrifying.

"You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me..." Ah Gui muttered to himself as he did the math problems.

I recalled the scene from a couple of days ago when my advisor scolded me, saying that I learn things very quickly, but I'm too presumptuous and never follow the formulas step by step. The results I get from all sorts of crooked methods, how can they be considered accurate?
At this moment, Ah Gui was really afraid that the advisor would suddenly stare at him and start bringing up his old grievances.

"Dad, please calm down. I was wrong." Yu Dawei raised his head to meet the old man's cold eyes, then quickly lowered his head again.

He subconsciously recalled the scene of his aunt and her little sister bringing him food. At that time, his aunt's little sister was only four or five years old and was curiously asking him why he lived in this place.

He was still shamelessly bragging to his younger sister back then, unaware that he was just like the clown in the story.

It's just that his family and friends couldn't bear to tell him.

"Sigh." Old Yu sighed wearily and handed the letter to Yu Dawei. "Your aunt mentioned you again in her letter, asking how you've been doing lately. She was very happy to hear from Dafeng that you've finally settled down and are living and working properly."

"Your aunt wants your Yu family's children to succeed more than anyone else."

Yu Dawei sat to the side and nodded in full approval.

In Yu Dawei's memory, his aunt has always been like this.

Da Feng is back, isn't she? After a while, the old man will still be determined and send Er Yan to Hohhot as well.

The aunt still hoped that her child would get better and help her find a job. Even if she couldn't find a job, she would try her best to let Er Yan learn a hairdressing skill.

In her aunt's eyes, the ones she cared about most were the boys from her eldest, second, and third brothers' families, because they were her father's descendants and the offspring of the Yu family.

Secondly, she was grateful for her second brother's help during her most difficult time, and it was precisely because of this that she spared no effort in helping her second brother and taking care of the girls in his family.

Otherwise, why didn't Aunt take the initiative to take care of all nine daughters in the Yu Chen family, which is partly because she couldn't take care of them all herself, partly because she was somewhat sexist, and partly because between the eldest and second eldest brothers, the second eldest brother clearly doted on her more when they were young.

Even within family ties, though blood is thicker than water, abilities are limited, and there are naturally priorities in one's heart.

Currently, among the entire Yu family, only Yu Dawei himself is somewhat stable, which is still thanks to the reborn person.

The old man's youngest son, Yu Dafu, is probably still in Hohhot at this time, and no one knows what he's doing.

The second son, Yu Dasheng, is currently in school and seems to be the most successful. The son who is slightly older than Yu Dafu, Yu Dabing, is also from the same family as his uncle and should be working in a factory now; if I remember correctly, he should be a welder.

These are the four cousins ​​from the Yu family, a large extended family.

The old man's family has a boy, the uncle's family has a boy, and my family has two brothers.

The next generation will still be arranged in this way. Yu Dawei will have two sons, Yu Dafu's family will also have a son, and then Yu Dabing's family will also have a son, making a total of four.

The idea of ​​passing on traditions is quite interesting to think about.

Yu Dawei held the letter his aunt had sent him, his mind wandering as he read its contents.

The text repeatedly mentions that Dafeng's condition seems to be more serious than before. The old aunt's idea is that since the small place can't treat her, she should go to a larger place to have a look first.

If it's really curable, then we should try to raise the money. This headache can't go on. "So it really is about your head." Yu Dawei's brows gradually furrowed into a frown, mirroring the face of the old man sitting opposite him.

“Dad, I have some spare money now. How about I make some preparations and take Dafeng to the capital in a few days?” Yu Dawei pursed his lips, made a decision in his heart, and then looked at his father.

Old Yu glanced at Yu Dawei, then shook his head: "It's not as simple as you think."

“In a society where personal connections matter, how can a young man like you, a newcomer to the capital, know which hospital is good or which doctor can treat this disease?” Old Yu wrapped his arms around his legs, his expression wistful: “Without connections, no matter how much money you have, it will all be wasted. Besides, this money didn’t come from thin air. It’s all money you’ve earned through hard work, spending little time with others.”

“So even if you have connections, you still need to discuss the matter of spending money to treat Da Feng’s illness with Xiao Fan. If Xiao Fan doesn’t agree, don’t force him. Even if he agrees, you need to understand one thing.” Old Yu stared at Yu Dawei, speaking each word carefully and seriously, “Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. Small acts of help are harmless, but when it comes to fundamental matters, you must be extremely cautious.”

"I understand." Yu Dawei understood the old man. He had listened to him before, but he hadn't taken it seriously at all.

Because she dotes on her younger son and devotes a lot of energy to him, she indirectly neglects her sensible older son.

The lack of fairness in showing care resulted in the eldest son, who had always been sensible and steady, suddenly erupting when he complained to his father abroad that his eldest son hadn't taken better care of his younger brother. He then unleashed all the unfair treatment his father had received over the years on his father.

Finally, he ignored his own father for more than a month.

Despite the scolding, the sensible eldest son still took care of his younger brother, especially when he ran out of living expenses, he even gave him two thousand yuan. Of course, Yu Dawei only found out about this after he returned to China.

But after that incident, he, a man in his fifties, finally understood how brilliant and wise his father, Yu Laonian, was in raising his children.

When there are many children in the family, do not show excessive concern for any particular child.

Humans are also creatures of nature, and they have all sorts of thoughts and ideas.

All I can say is that my dad is truly amazing at home.

That night, the father and son lay in bed and chatted for a while, all about Fengfeng.

Mr. Yu also dotes on his eldest daughter. He hopes his son will become a dragon and his daughter will become a phoenix.

Even when Yu Dawei was by the old man's side until his death, he could not tell which child the old man loved the most. He could only guess. Occasionally, he would think from the name, "Could it be me?"

In this respect, the old man is really not as good as the old woman. You can tell at a glance that the old woman loves her youngest daughter the most and dotes on her eldest son, Yu Dawei.

"I heard you're going to the county tomorrow?" After chatting with Da Feng, Old Yu remembered what he had heard during the day.

"Yes, one of the excavators is broken and we need to go take a look." Yu Dawei remembered something and turned to look at the old man: "You're not thinking of coming with me, are you?"

"Sigh, I have some ideas."

"Forget it, Dad, I'll go over there. If it can be repaired, we'll negotiate the price and start dismantling right away. It might take a few days to come back from the county. Are you willing to go out for several days?" Yu Dawei said with a hint of teasing.

In the darkness, Old Man Yu rolled his eyes at his silly son and could only sigh softly in the end.

Thinking back on all these years, I realized that in order to provide a stable life for my children and family, I had given up many opportunities to realize my ambitions.

Considering that neither of his sons are exactly easy to deal with, how could their father be a settled person? He's just worried about his family.

Yu Dawei was unsure what the old man was thinking and assumed he was thinking about Fengfeng again, so he comforted him, "I'll think about Dafeng's matter some more. We'll talk about it when she's in a better mood."

"Hmm. Don't overthink it. Take care of your own life first." Old Man Yu also began to remind Yu Dawei, "I went to your factory today and there are more than a dozen people there."

"When there are too many people, things can easily get chaotic. A factory needs to establish some rules, otherwise, without rules, everyone will lose their direction and have no clear plan, which is not good."

Yu Dawei smiled and reassured his father, "Don't worry, Dad. I've divided the factory into two departments, and I've completely separated the management of car maintenance and repair. When there are more people later, I'll think about a more detailed management method."

"Hmm, you've used the word 'ponder' well. You used to be too naive. You just had enthusiasm for everything and never thought things through carefully. You're smart enough, but if you don't use it, it's all for nothing." The old man scolding his son was perfectly justified.

Yu Dawei listened quietly, and when he enjoyed it, he even clapped his hands, making the old man a little embarrassed to speak.

Yu Dawei understood that once your parents, who used to reason with you, are gone from this world, you won't be able to hear them anymore.

In the future, there will be something called AI simulation. It might be able to imitate your grandfather's voice, but it can't imitate the grandfather's tone of voice, or the deep emotion he felt for his child through his words.

Therefore, Yu Dawei cherishes this moment and every minute and second.

(End of this chapter)