"Mom, stop hitting me, even if you kill me now, this issue still needs to be resolved!" Han Dazhi knew his mother was reluctant to hit him. After all, he was the most cherished child in the family, with three older sisters and no younger brothers—he was the only son. So, how could his mother not feel heartbroken?
"Then what should we do? We can't afford to mess with this situation!" The mother of Han was overwhelmed with worries, as the trouble her son had caused this time was too great.
Han Dazhi pulled his mother inside the house, where he immediately saw his father squatting by the door, stuffing tobacco into his dry pipe. He grabbed him as well, and together they went inside to discuss their strategy.
The family discussed behind closed doors for an entire evening, and the next day Han Dazhi returned triumphantly.