My uncle beat someone up and the family had no money to compensate, so my grandpa used my aunt's gift money in exchange for compensation.
When my uncle got married, because he couldn't afford the bride price, my grandfather married off my mother.
This time, the fat boy from his uncle's family insisted on attending a bilingual aristocratic elementary school.
The family cannot afford the tuition, but my grandfather has no unmarried children.
So the idea came to me.
I rushed back to celebrate my grandpa's birthday that day.
But I found that the door of my house was decorated with lanterns and colorful words, and there were bright red words of happiness hanging on it.
I don't think these decorations are in line with a birthday banquet.
