The other children, money in hand, immediately charged ahead toward the village shop.
With money to buy snacks, how could they possibly keep it overnight? They had to spend it immediately and stuff the food into their mouths.
Ye Yaodong walked behind them with an arm over Ye Chenghai's shoulders, smiling. "Still upset? Still feeling hard done by?"
Ye Chenghai's pout was so deep you could have hung an oil bottle from it. He sulked without speaking.
"Let me tell you, A Yuan kept quite a bit for himself. He got over thirty yuan these past couple of weeks, only a little less than your wages..."
Stab number one.
He just had to bring up the sore subject!
His face darkened further, and he said angrily, "Ah! Stop it, Uncle! I'm furious! My mother won't give me a single dime. I worked myself to death for half a month, and she's still so stingy."
"But your father offered you a dime, and you turned it down!"
Stab number two.
Ye Chenghai's heart went cold. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"
"Yours, of course. Your parents were terrible, only offering you a dime. But you could have taken it before protesting! Look, now you've lost another dime, haven't you? Everyone else got some, but you didn't! A whole dime down the drain!"
Stab number three.
"Uncle, I think you decided I wasn't miserable enough and deliberately brought me out here so you could hear me cry."
"How could you think so badly of me? I'm your uncle, your own flesh and blood."
"Then why didn't you help me keep some money?" Ye Chenghai accused him, feeling unfairly treated.
"I couldn't. The goods your parents had belonged to all of us. If I held money back and they found out, they'd think