Uncle San has given me a good time.
Uncle San has given me a hard time.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
My uncle lost his family’s property, and my father kindly lent him his home and confiscated his rent for over a decade.
My family was in a hurry to sell the house and promised to keep Uncle San in the house.
Uncle won’t agree until my 7-year-old sister is passed over to him and will be given an old age guarantee.
You don’t have a door. I’ve prepared you a door to hell.
In 2016, my wife and I took a certificate, and planned to buy a house and a wedding in the capital city in 2017.
And by the end of 2016, the house prices were so high that they could have been paid first, and by the beginning of 2017, our savings were just over half that amount.
Every day I look at house prices, I look at all kinds of buildings, and I look at them more desperate, because one price a day is more expensive than the other.
What is more desperate than despair is that the people of the city are talking about houses, and those agitated emotions are as real as they are, filled with everyone’s nerves.
In just six months, house prices doubled.
My wife comforts me and says she doesn’t believe in evil. We don’t have to have kids right now. We’ll fight first. If they fall, they buy blood for money; if they don’t, they have a breathing chance.
I am ashamed that both of our families are in the same condition, that their parents can’t help them, that they can’t afford to borrow money to help them, that they can join the internal waves, that they can do whatever they can to make money, except eat and sleep.
The sky seems to be joking with us, and my wife is being perfected when we’re in the middle of an ambitious career.
And then in 2022, the price of the house fell, and it was no different than it did.
The only thing that cheers me up is that my wife got pregnant unexpectedly.
Think before we have to be born, because we’re not too young.
I went back to my home and told my dad I was gonna buy a house this year, and the down payment was 150,000.
My dad told me straight out, so I’m reassured, he gave me 200,000, not a loan.
I’m not happy to see the old father with the frost.
Because I know that for the last ten years my family’s conditions have been worse every year.
The following morning, my father called me up and said, “I want to come and take you with me. We went back to your home and sold the old house I borrowed from your uncle. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t bear to say “don’t sell” or anything.
When his father was born in the Pygmy Mountains, when he was in his teens, several earthquakes occurred in parts of Pygmy.
Grandma was afraid of a bigger earthquake and the whole family was gone, and she had to leave a root.
The father was the boss, so he carried a bag of rice and made a living.
The 16-year-old father settled in one of the districts of Chinan, repaired bicycles, carried dishes, worked as an apprentice at the sewing machine shop and, after several years of work, opened his own sewing machine shop.
At that time, the sewing machine was the hottest jewelry store in the world.
As a result, the father made a lot of money to start his own business and sent the surplus back to his home on time to support the two brothers in setting up the brick factory.
My father’s third brother, my uncle, lost his fortune after the brick factory was running like a fire, flaunting, eating and drinking, drinking and dreaming.
His daily life after he lost his family was to search for the pocket money his father gave to his grandparents, to drink two pounds a day, starting in the morning.
My father borrowed my uncle’s house without talking to my mother.
Actually, I’ve got some drums in my heart.
Although uncles are always very happy to welcome us back home, I do not think he would be willing to move out of that house, or even, possibly, for a long time, having considered it his own.
Turns out I was right.
Back home, grandparents, uncles and uncles, as always.
After three rounds of wine, my father’s face is red.
He said of his own hardship, and of mine, and of the pregnancy of his daughter-in-law, but he did not speak of it.
My uncle laughed and said with a big tongue: “Boss!” Your problem is your brother’s problem. Come on, one more! I’m sorry.
The father turned his head and drank a glass of white wine, saying, “My third brother, my old house, I want to sell it.” I’m sorry.
I can’t laugh anymore.
Where are you?
“Just where you live now. I’m sorry.
“That’s not mine? I’m sorry.
Father silence, smoke.
Third Uncle turned his head and looked to Grandma.
Grandma shook her head and said, “That’s your brother’s, your brother’s, your brother’s, one by one, your early sale. Have you been drinking? I’m sorry.
Uncle San was silent, and for a moment, he drank a glass of wine and said to my father, “Big brother, you said you sold it where would I live?” I’m sorry.
“I thought, in our village, or nearby, I’ll rent you a house. I’ll pay for it. What do you think? I’m sorry.
My uncle shook his head and said, “No, not enough. I’m sorry.
“What does that say? How can that be enough?”
“In addition to renting me a house, you’ll have to tell me a daughter-in-law that I’ve been playing bare-knocking for almost 30 years and that if I don’t, I’ll never move!
I’m surprised my father promised!
But the father also made three conditions, the first of which was to stop drinking, not to say that it was not to drink, not at night;
Second, stop being lazy, his father gave him an acre of land to cultivate, and he could not grow it, all on the basis of poor comrades who had given him low security (he had been fed chickens, ducks, piglets, etc., by the men who fought hard against poverty, and he had bourbon, and he had been drinking. As for food seeds and stuff, it’s for wine.
Thirdly, if introduced, it would be better for people than for them.
One of these three conditions is not necessary.
The uncle nodded his head and promised to live as long as he had a daughter-in-law.
When I got home, my mother told me a story, and I knew why my father had promised to introduce his wife.
More than 20 years ago, Grandpa and Grandma were still poor and married their wife and owed a debt.
Looks like Uncle San is getting married. Grandma went out to borrow $600,000 and bought him a Sichuan daughter-in-law.
After all, buying a daughter-in-law is not honourable, they don’t talk about it.
When Uncle San got married, Dad went to dinner.
The next day, the father found something wrong, and this “brother-in-law” was tied to his feet and locked in the house.
Father broke into the door and went in to untie the sister and sister, who spoke dialects while he bowed to his father.
It took a lot of time for my father to know that this sister-in-law was bought.
My father took off his military coat and hat while everyone was not paying attention, and put it on her brother-in-law, and gave her another ten dollars, saying, “Come on, get out of here. It’s up to you.” I’m sorry.
After that, the woman disappeared.
This thing, except for my mom, no family knows.
For more than two decades, the father has been a little concerned about this.
It’s not that he regrets that he’s made that decision, which has led to his uncle’s death, but to watch all kinds of news.
Uncle San was unfaithful since he was a child, but in his view his nature was not bad.
I don’t know.
One more, there’s a suitable father for Uncle San.
At least he thinks it’s right.
The aunt was an old client of the father ‘ s sewing machine because she could not give birth to a child, was beaten up by her husband, divorced, and was not admitted to her family, and she rented a private house on her own, which was precarious.
It would be a good thing if Uncle San could change things and if they could see each other.
Of course, that’s what my father thinks.
Father spoke to the lonely aunt, who promised to come with us because she trusted him.
The conditions imposed by Uncle San were met and he had a new moth.
Auntie was very pleased with Uncle San, saying that she married a chicken and a dog, as long as she didn’t give up on her and had a mouthful of food.
But when my father proposed that he should move, he pointed to his aunt and said, “Big brother, this hen doesn’t lay eggs, and no one will ever give me an old age.” I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? “Father is angry.
The aunt was embarrassed and turned her head and left a sentence: “This is the old companion, I don’t want to live with her.” I’m sorry.
“You still hate me?” Hens don’t lay eggs are worse than chickens, you bitch…”
“Your whole life you’re fucked! Let’s move. The buyer will be here tomorrow. “Father says it’s hard to tell.”
“I won’t move, I won’t move. You have a son. You two go together. Shoot me! Hit your head! “Uncle San stretched out his neck, hollering, screaming to alarm Grandma.
Grandma came by and asked him what happened. How do we move?
My uncle pointed at my father and said, “Let my brother follow me her little Nell, and I’ll move, or there’ll be no way.” I’m sorry.
When I heard this, my father punched me in the face, and said, “Here’s one for you.” You have to move or not! I’m sorry.
Uncle San pissed his ass before I went up there to supply his feet, and he ran away.
Still trying to give him my sister? Are you kidding me?
My sister was seven years younger than me, in her 20s, and her whole family spoiled her like a princess, even though my parents didn’t tell me when they had a second child.
When they got married, they wanted both children, but I delayed their sister to catch up with family planning.
A second-child policy was subsequently introduced and parents responded immediately.
Even though they feel they’re old, unconfident, they try and get what they want…
We settled our aunt and planned to stay here for another night and wait for the buyer to hand over the next day.
I never thought I’d buy it when the buyer arrived.
The father had a deal with the buyer for $180,000, and the buyer had to look at it, and the roof had to break two big holes.
Turns out Uncle San broke up the house to stop the sale.
My father’s lips were shaking and he kept screaming, “Call the police! I have to call the police!”
That’s when Grandma showed up.
Grandma held a pair of scissors in her hand, pointed it at her neck, and said, “You call the police and arrest your brother, I’ll kill you!” I’m sorry.
My father fell on his knees and begged my grandmother to put down the scissors.
Grandma cried, “The grandson wants a house, and the son wants a house!” Your hands and backs are full of meat. Are you gonna let me live? I’m dead.”
His father’s tears fell in large quantities, and he was always the one who believed in him, at a time when he seemed somewhat overwhelmed.
Grandma said again, “Can’t you let your son rent a house and have children?” I’m sorry.
That almost choked me!
Can’t I?
Okay?
Besides, my wife, my unborn child, is not human?
You’re supposed to go to a rental house where people can be expelled at any time to have children?
My father heard Grandma’s words and stopped crying.
He stood up, and said, “Mama, I listen to you, and I do not call the police. But the house, I have to sell. I’m sorry.
After my father said so, he stepped out of the yard.
About an hour later, he came back with a few young men.
Once I saw these guys, she ran away.
Then I realized that my father was able to pick up Uncle San’s bad character. I’d rather lose myself and give the house 30,000 to the village bullies.
If you sell it to this family, you won’t dare cause trouble.
I think, after all this, we might have lost touch with Grandpa and Grandma.
My father and I went all the way home to the city.
Just when I thought it was over, I realized that the nightmare had just begun.
Early in the morning, I was just leaving. I found someone else at the door.
Uncle San was lying in bed at my door.
I kicked him to get up.
He opened his blindfold and saw the little girl from the neighbor ‘ s house going out, laughing at her indecency and silver, frightened her and quickly returned to her house and closed her door.
My face is a little hot. It’s a shame to have this relative.
Let’s go! Or I’ll call the police. There’s no grandma here! I’m sorry.
“You report, I have nowhere to go anyway. I’ll see how you get the police to arrest your uncle! He’s very arrogant.
I’ll call the police. In less than 10 minutes, two policemen from the police station nearby will be here.
This uncle, after seeing the police, cried like the Kawadra, crying with a nose and a tear: “The government, you judge, I’m coming to my brother, my nephew, won’t let me in the door, beat me, kicked me, you see here, here…”
Third uncle said he showed dirty arms and thighs to the police comrades.
Police comrades have extensive experience, but in the face of this crime-free situation, mediation is the main factor.
After listening to my story, the police comrade advised Uncle San to go home and let me pay him for his car or even for his car.
“Thank you to the government and to Master Qing, or to the government for doing things for the people.
The police comrades just walked away, and uncle changed his face.
And he looked at me with his feet, and he said, “What can you do if I don’t go?” I’m sorry.
I just tried to punch him in the face. The door was open and my wife came out.
My uncle’s eyes were straight, pointing at my wife’s belly, and he said, “Yeah! This is my nephew’s daughter-in-law! You guys do bad things. Watch out for the kids in your stomach. When he said that, his eyes were dark, his threats were strong, and it made me feel like he could do it!
I got a buzz in my head and punched him in the face.
I’m not gonna kill you. I’m not gonna die!
My second punch just fell and my wife pulled me off.
She told me not to fight, but she always believed that anger would affect the child ‘ s mental health in the invisible.
I calmed down, and then I realized that I had always used a motto as a motto, which said, “A man whose chest is sore as a lake, may worship a general,” and I remembered that it was meant to be a slave without emotion, whatever he faced, calm down and then think about how to solve the problem. It only makes things worse.
Thinking of this place, I’d like to persuade my wife to go back to the house and convince her I can handle this.
Then I smiled and looked at Uncle San and asked him, “What do you want to do, just tell me, I’ll see if I can give you a solution.” I’m sorry.
“I was thinking of getting back the 150,000 you sold my house, and now you hit me, you’re gonna have to give me 160,000.” I’m sorry.
And I said to him, “Give me a few days, I’ll collect the money.” And you come to town and have fun for a few days. I’ll arrange for you. Do you want to stay in a hotel or rent a house first? I’m sorry.
My uncle obviously didn’t think I’d say that, and his eyes were moving, and he said, “I’m not going anywhere!” I’ll be right outside your house. I’m sorry.
“How uncomfortable is that? I should have asked you to come and stay at home, but you see, I don’t have a room, I sleep on the couch, your niece-in-law and your niece-in-law, you see…”
“I’ll be right in front of your house!” Uncle San’s tone is stronger.
“Yes, yes! You don’t have to worry. I have a small warehouse downstairs. I’ll clean it up. Otherwise the neighbors call the police, you’ll live here. I’m sorry.
Uncle’s eyes turned around and noded his head.
When he was settled, I started my “behaviours” program.
I found the old phones I abandoned, filled with electricity, unloaded all the non-essential software and downloaded the fast hands and seven or eight microloans.
These apps, most of them contain seven-day short loans.
I turned on the quick hand, and I did a short video about the loan for more than an hour until it was re-opened, and most of the videos that I sent were taught how to run the loan with an identity card, and I went downstairs.
I sent my cell phone to the warehouse where Uncle San lived and told him that the smart phone was faster than he was now using, free of charge and easy to contact.
In the course of my teaching him to use it, I secretly changed his sim Kari’s memory, the contact details of all my family’s associates, to the number I don’t normally use;
I am very keen to help him with his identity card, both positive and negative, and to set up a readable photo album for all microloans apps;
Finally, I took his bank account number and said I’d take a photo and call Uncle San first.
Of course, the photo of this bank card was also taken on his old phone.
After all this, I took a breath and said, “Careful” Uncle Sam: “Take a break, I’ll buy you a chicken at noon, and I’ll bring you two bottles of local squirts, and we’ll drink two. I’m sorry.
First Uncle hears there’s wine, nods, and says, “That’s good, that’s good, that’s good, that’s good, that’s good, Uncle doesn’t hurt you for nothing…”
I love you next door to Mary. Wait!
After three drinks with me and Uncle San, he learned how to use micro-credit software.
The only thing that went beyond my expectations was that he moved his home page and turned into the dancing-legged ladies.
Ten days later, when I was not a regular work phone, I got a call, I heard the abuse, and I was like a bitch, and I turned it off.
After a few days, Uncle called me very anxiously and asked me where I was. Is the money enough?
I said I’m working on it. What?
He said you came to pick me up and I was beaten.
I asked him to send me a place and then to pick him up with joy.
A field in the suburbs, Uncle San sits by the river, thinking about life.
When he saw me, he cried with a nose and a tear: “Call the police for me! I was beaten! They threatened to stop me from calling the police. There are too many bad guys in town! Help me…”
And I asked him, in a sense of grief, “Uncle, don’t worry, who hit you?” I’m sorry.
I don’t know, I don’t see it.
I didn’t see your hammer!
“What’s going on?”
He stood up limping and said, “They asked me to pay back…”
“What money? Did you borrow a loan? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know if it’s a loan shark. I’m sorry.
“It’s against the law to borrow money from a loan. “It’s not illegal to borrow, he just needs to believe.
Listen to me, Uncle’s eyes were lit up, as if they saw my evil heart.
Then he shook his head and said, ‘No, you will not give me my money and I will not return. Where will I go if I return?’ I’m sorry.
You know the face. I’m impressed.
If you don’t go back, I’m fully convinced that the professional takers can make you cry back.
It’s been about six months, and I’m running out of time.
It’s like he’s getting more and more, and he’s not gonna make it.
I think the rest is just waiting, waiting patiently.
But the quiet before the storm always made me feel very upset.
The punishment will come soon.
On the afternoon of the storm, Uncle sent me a picture of my sister at the kindergarten entrance, and the kids are queuing!
My head was buzzing and I rushed to the scene.
I’m still a little late. Uncle San took my sister and threatened to do anything if I didn’t get enough money for him today.
My sister cried.
I asked one another, but first I turned to Uncle Three for 12,000, and he was forced to stop.
That night, I questioned the ability of professional recruiters. Why didn’t they finish cleaning up my uncle?
I checked the data online and found that the professional callers were not everything.
They also have a lot of crap, and they don’t care, but the interest paid by honest people is enough to wipe out their crap.
Their level of violence, compared with previous years, is far too weak today, when the fight against evil is becoming more stringent.
And a man like my uncle, barefoot and not afraid to wear a shoe, doesn’t pay even if he breaks his left little thumb.
The poor, even the mafia, have no choice, and I am a little desperate.
Uncle San even threatened to be a good man after he was hurt, and that would make me bleed.
Calm down, calm down. There’s got to be another way.
Uncle San is short of money, but he’s not short of money.
A man without money;
A person who is used to being beaten and who is no longer afraid of being beaten;
A man who is not afraid to influence his generation,
A man who disgusts you and does not break the law;
It’s a deviant person.
How else can I deal with such a man?
Alcohol addiction?
It’s not like it’s expensive to drink, to steal a few bottles of wine, to satisfy yourself, and not to set up a case.
Yeah, what else could he be addicted to? That self-driven addiction?
I suddenly remembered that one of my masters, who had been a great talent, had taken the first place in the internal arts examination, took the Nanjing Academy of Arts, and later he had to stop for playing with a tiger machine, causing his family to rot, even to get a big one and steal various electric bottles.
Well, Tiger Machine, I think Uncle San likes to play too.
In the suburbs, there are Internet cafes, billiards, tigers and all.
I went to the Internet cafe to play games, and Uncle asked me for money, and I asked him to come here and get it…
At the right time, I gave him a chip.
Uncle San had amazing talent. He won thousands for the first time and asked me to eat chicken.
After so many days, the opportunity has finally come.
My uncle lost his eyeballs, came to my door again, lay down and hid a vegetable knife in his arms.
I told him to go back to his bed in the warehouse and I immediately went out to borrow money and promised him that, in any event, he would receive 150,000 today.
Uncle San will believe it and promise me three hours.
I took my shoulder bag, took Uncle San to the warehouse, laid him a bed, deliberately “forgotten” the shoulder bag and left.
Prior to that, I had stolen 30,000 and 2,000 cash in the living room, without locks;
Subsequently, I installed a hidden camera, which was already in place, and turned on the video recording, which was synchronized with my phone;
Finally, I found the old shoulder bag and stuffed it with the spare key and two books I found.
I don’t know if I’m gonna sneak through my bag and get the keys to my house.
If he did, and he flipped over to the 30,000 cash, would he take it directly, it was up to him.
I was disappointed in the end, or I could say, I didn’t.
Not only did he take more than $30,000, but he also swayed to find a bottle of white wine, drank it and slept in the bed of my sister ‘ s room.
I took the video evidence and found the police comrade.
Uncle San was taken from the tiger table.
In court.
Under the provisions of the Criminal Law of the People’s Republic of China, burglary and theft with a murder weapon amounting to a large sum (from $30,000 to $100,000 or more is “a very large amount ” ) shall be punishable by imprisonment for three to ten years and a fine.
But what I did not realize was that when I insisted on not signing the letter of understanding, my father arrived.
He was black-faced and asked me to forgive Uncle San for an administrative detention and to teach him a lesson, otherwise he would not be able to tell my grandmother. (In accordance with Article 8 of the Interpretation of the Supreme People ‘ s Court and the Supreme People ‘ s Procuratorate on Certain Issues of the Law Applicable to the Handling of Criminal Cases: Stealing the belongings of a family member or a close relative may not generally be considered an offence if they are understood. I’m not sure.
It’s the first time I’ve ever met my father.
My pregnant wife, my unborn child, my young sister…
Am I looking at this red-eyed uncle?
There’s no understanding, Grandma. I have my own way of comforting her old man.
Father can’t stop me, he’s gone.
Uncle San finally sentenced him to seven years.
When all the dust was settled, I quietly returned to my hometown and brought some nutrients for my grandparents.
Grandma, apparently more concerned about her youngest son, kept asking me about his uncle’s condition, whether he had a place to live, how he ate, how he was.
I said to Grandma: “Grandma, don’t worry. Uncle San is doing well with us.” I’ve thought about it. I feel guilty for selling the house where Uncle San lives. We’ve decided to raise three uncles for seven years; if after seven years he gets used to life in town and doesn’t want to go home, I’ll find a way to keep him for the rest of his life. I’m on it! After all we’re a family. I’m sorry.
Listening to me, Grandma kind of a little bit of a nod and a sweet smile.
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