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Zhukov awkwardly bit his lip, lowering his head and holding onto his cup in silence. Andreev let out a cold snort, "I'm getting older and can't work for much longer. Once I retire, you'll take my place, so for these next few years, you'll only get a salary without any bonuses."
Zhukov wanted to say something but was met with his father's icy gaze, ultimately nodding helplessly. "Fine, let's leave it at that."
Xu Li waved his hand and shoved some money into Zhukov's hands, patting him on the head. "The first time you got into a fight, your dad and I covered the medical expenses. The second time you went after a fallen woman, we pulled you back. This is the third time, and it will be the last."
Andreev shook hands with Xu Li before leaving with Zhukov, both looking grim as they trudged through the thick snow. Zhukov clutched a large sum of money in his arms. "Dad, I don’t want to work on the ranch."
"Don’t want to work?" Old Russian kicked Zhukov, causing him to stumble. "How many people want to come but can’t find a way in? And you don’t want to work?"
"Dealing with pigs and cows is disgusting; you barely make any money in a year. It’s better to work in the city."
Zhukov brushed off the snow from his pants while Andreev's fists clenched and relaxed repeatedly as he fought to keep his temper in check on their way home.
"What’s wrong?" Ayesha noticed her husband’s sour expression and assumed he hadn’t borrowed any money. Andreev waved his hand and pulled out the cash from Zhukov's arms, slamming it onto the table. "How long do you think it will take you to save this much?"
Zhukov hesitated, "If I save a little, maybe a year?"
"I don’t need to save," Old Russian replied. "Three months of hard work in summer without sleeping in would get me this much in less than two years."
The young man stole a glance at Old Father and muttered, "Then why are you still borrowing money from the village chief?"
"Don’t be ridiculous! If it weren’t for buying houses for your brothers over these years and giving your two sisters some support, would I have to embarrass myself by borrowing money?"
Andreev grew angrier as he thought about it and raised his hand to slap him, but Ayesha stopped him. "You just finished fighting this afternoon; why do you want to start again?"
Zhukov shrank back fearfully. "I’m still underage; if I stay in the village too long, I’ll miss out on city life and won’t even be able to find a girlfriend."
"And yet you still say that," Andreev kicked out angrily, pushing Ayesha aside as he gave Zhukov another beating while Ayesha wiped her tears in distress.
"Your two brothers-in-law have asked me several times to talk to Makarov; they also want to work on the ranch. You still don’t want that?"
Andreev's chest rose and fell rapidly. "Between your mother and me, we bring in a hundred thousand rubles a month. Makarov even pays for our social security. If luck is on our side at the end of the year, we might get an extra twenty thousand in bonuses. Why wouldn't you want such good fortune?"
Zhukov kept his head down, silent. Ayesha sat beside her younger son. "Your father is right. When our generation grows old, the ranch will eventually be handed over to you."
In your big city, earning a hundred thousand rubles a month is already quite good. You still have to cover your meals and accommodation. In Our Village, you can grow some crops yourself; the ranch provides meat, so you won't spend much. With money in your pocket, what girl would you not be able to attract?
With less than a month until the New Year, think it over carefully. If you're willing to work, I'll turn down your two brothers-in-law for you. If you're not willing, I'll take them to pay New Year’s respects to Makarov.
Decide what you want and come find me.
After finishing his words, Andreev returned to the bedroom. Ayesha gently stroked her younger son's head. "There's nothing wrong with staying here, kid. Learn more skills from Alexander. Earning three to four hundred thousand rubles a year—where else can you find such a good job?"
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