MTL - The Male Lead Doesn’t Cooperate-Chapter 19

The scarf Song Cun bought for Zhang Xiaohua was red. She touched and touched it reluctantly, wrapped it around her neck with a mirror and looked at it again and again. I'm old, won't it look too bright around the neck?"

Song Xiaomi pursed her lips quietly, saying that if you think it's bright, you don't want to surround it, so give it to me. Wrapping it around my neck without losing my hand, obviously I don’t know how satisfied I am, and I’m still asking hypocritically if I’m too bright, and who will I show it to?

Zhang Xiaohua just asked questions, didn't even think about whether she would answer or not, even if she was bright, she liked it too. When she was young, she couldn't afford to wear such a beautiful scarf. Now her son bought it for her. Even when she is old, she is reluctant to give the scarf to others Even if she kissed her own daughter, she couldn't bear it.

On the day when Song Zhiwen went to see the girl, she called Song Xiaomi up before dawn to help cook and clean up the house. Song Xiaomi muttered, "Even a blind date, I have to go in the afternoon. What are you doing up so early?"

Zhang Xiaohua gave her a white look: "Get up as soon as I call you, why do you girls talk so much?"

"Get up, get up." Song Xiaomi said impatiently.

Zhang Xiaohua glared at her, she is in a good mood today, she is not as knowledgeable as this dead girl.

Song Zhiwen also got up, rummaged through the clothes all over the room, but he didn't find the clothes he wanted, so he threw the clothes on the bed angrily, went out to find Zhang Xiaohua: "Mom, I want to buy a second pair of clothes." A padded jacket like the one on my brother."

On the day Song Cun came back, he saw the clothes on him and fell in love with them at that time. He never had a chance to ask his mother to buy them for him. He was going on a blind date or getting married, so he must have decent clothes.

Zhang Xiaohua gave a sweeping hand: "The clothes aren't cheap, are they?"

Song Zhiwen said: "It's definitely not cheap. I didn't see anyone wearing that style of padded jacket when I went to school in the town, but it was really good-looking. My second brother is also not sensible. Although he is a college student, he doesn't go on a blind date or get married. There is no need to wear it so well. The cotton-padded jacket, it’s fine without patches.”

Zhang Xiaohua glanced at him, and said slowly: "Don't worry about your second brother's affairs, no matter how expensive the cotton padded jacket is, as long as he can earn money and afford it on his own, he will buy it. Besides, he is not afraid to deal with people outside the house. You are a cultural person, and you don’t have decent clothes to be looked down upon. You are waiting for a blind date, and you have to hold a banquet, and you don’t know what conditions the woman has. If you save money for your marriage, you can wear the original clothes.”

Song Zhiwen looked a little worried: "Then what should I do on a blind date? I haven't found a dress that I can wear out after searching for a long time."

Zhang Xiaohua looked back at him: "Didn't I make you a gown last year, it wasn't torn or repaired, why can't I wash it for you and put it on?"

Song Zhiwen looked at her and said stubbornly, "I'm going on a blind date today." Shouldn't the blind date wear decent clothes?

Zhang Xiaohua frowned: "It's a rural girl who is on a blind date and is also a matchmaker. Now the conditions of every household are similar. Who doesn't know who? A piece of clothing without scars is decent. Don't worry, people won't dislike it."

Song Zhiwen sat down on the stone bench next to him, hesitatingly said: "Mother, you, go and borrow my second brother's cotton padded clothes for me to wear for a day."

Zhang Xiaohua frowned subconsciously: "Your second brother is wearing it, why did he lend it to you?"

Song Zhiwen looked up at her: "Isn't there an old padded jacket?"

Zhang Xiaohua was a little embarrassed, thinking that Song Cun would not lend Zhiwen his clothes, Song Zhiwen said coquettishly, "Mother, do you still want to marry a daughter-in-law? Do you want to have a grandson?"

Zhang Xiaohua stared at him reproachfully: "I want to hug my grandson, but can I still have a grandson? Where are your elder brother's two grandchildren?"

Seeing that she was a little loose, Song Zhiwen stepped forward and hugged her arm and smiled: "Mom, you can borrow it from my second brother for me. If you ask, he will definitely borrow it."

Zhang Xiaohua glanced at him sideways, said nothing, but said in her heart, not necessarily. She has also figured out Er Cunzi's temperament after so many years. When other brothers and sisters ask him some requests, he may agree to them if it is reasonable. Only Zhiwen, no matter what request he made, reasonable or unreasonable, he would not respond. But since Zhiwen said that he was going on a blind date today, she simply went to ask Song Cun.

Song Zhiwen urged, "Mother, hurry up."

Zhang Xiaohua went to the in-laws' house next door. Song Cun was not at home at the moment, and he was boxing with Uncle Song at Grandpa Song's house. Zhang Xiaohua told Mrs. Song, and Mrs. Song spat at her: "Let's save face, Er Cunzi is wearing a Lend clothes to Zhiwen? How did he come up with that? If you lend him clothes, Er Cunzi won’t wear them anymore?”

Zhang Xiaohua said embarrassingly: "Then, there are old clothes, and Zhiwen only wears them for one day, and I will return them to him after today."

Mrs. Song snorted at her: "Slapping a swollen face to pretend to be fat. If you don't have that ability, let's stop showing off and do whatever you want."

Ai Ai's explanation of Zhang Xiaohua's period: "Dress well, and it's easy to go on a blind date."

But Mrs. Song said: "Today I will borrow Er Cunzi's padded jacket for a blind date, and tomorrow I will get married in a dress that is not as decent as when I was on a blind date. Do I have to borrow Er Cunzi's padded jacket again? From now on, I will go to his old mother-in-law's natal house. Is it okay to borrow a padded jacket from the second depositor? No. I don’t see any new padded jackets, and he’s not going on a blind date or getting married.”

If she really wanted to get angry and not go on a blind date or get married, she would give him a higher look.

Zhang Xiaohua said: "What if, what if the second depositor wants to lend it?"

Song Pozi snorted and said, "Then you can ask Er Cunzi."

"What are you asking me?" Song Cun came in from the outside with sweat on his face.

Mrs. Song glanced at the eldest daughter-in-law, and Zhang Xiaohua told Song Zhiwen about borrowing his cotton-padded jacket for a blind date. Song Cun frowned: "Borrowing clothes for a blind date?"

Zhang Xiaohua asked anxiously: "Yes."

Song Cun said impatiently, "No borrowing."

Zhang Xiaohua wasn't too disappointed. Since Er Cunzi didn't like Zhiwen, she didn't expect to borrow it, so she said, "That's fine. Do your work, I'm going back."

Song Cun: "..."

Song Zhiwen looked at Zhang Xiaohua expectantly, and Zhang Xiaohua looked at him: "He doesn't want to borrow it."

Song Zhiwen's face darkened: "I knew he didn't like me."

Zhang Xiaohua frowned, and said: "It's not that I don't want to see you well. Where can I lend you the clothes he is wearing, but the new clothes you are wearing yourself. Would you like to lend them to others?"

Song Zhiwen didn't speak, but felt very unhappy in his heart. He held back for a long time and said, "I'm getting married, and I have to buy a new dress."

Zhang Xiaohua also wanted to buy clothes for him. The family had saved up a few cloth tickets, but the cloth tickets were reserved for the quilt. How could Zhiwen get married without a new quilt? Seeing him pouted with displeasure on his face, she became a little impatient, and said: "The conditions at home are just like this. Just a few cloth tickets, I made clothes for you, but you can't make new quilts. You can choose by yourself." .”

Song Zhiwen pursed his lips. Of course it is impossible to get married without a new quilt. He hummed for a while, and said unconvinced: "Song Cun must have a cloth ticket. He has no brotherhood in his heart. He knows that I need a cloth ticket if I want to go on a blind date or get married. But he is unwilling to help at all, and he is unwilling to borrow clothes, and it’s not like he won’t return them.”

The last words he said were a little guilty. He borrowed Song Cun's clothes and never thought of returning them to him.

Zhang Xiaohua sighed, her sons, the eldest son is doing his job, and he can live on his own. The second son is smart and capable. Not only can he live well, but he can also help his in-laws. She loves her youngest son the most, and she knows in her heart that the youngest son is the worst, and he can't do anything. The eccentricity is as high as the sky, seeing that his second brother wants to keep everything in his pocket, and does not look at whether his second brother is willing to spoil him or help him.

Looking at Zhiwen, she could only persuade: "Your second brother has cloth tickets, even if he doesn't have a chance, he can get cloth tickets. The key is that you have a bad relationship with your second brother, how can he help you. What are the conditions in the family, let’s admit it? I feel that my parents are not capable of giving you a decent wedding, so you earn it yourself, no one will say anything about how much you earn and spend.”

Song Zhiwen's face was gloomy, and Song Dazhuang was a little annoyed when he came back and saw that his expression was not right, but Song Xiaomi was at the side adding fuel and jealousy, shaking off what Song Zhiwen had done all morning.

Song Dazhuang's face was darker than the bottom of the pot when he heard that, he looked at Song Zhiwen angrily, and pointed at him: "I don't think it's decent to have a blind date without decent clothes, so don't go on a blind date, and don't get married if you have the ability, just like you, no matter how good you are." It’s a waste of clothes for you to wear... I haven’t made new gowns for several years, and the days are still passing by. Every year, the cloth tickets are made into gowns, and I still think that the clothes are unseemly. , still wearing patched trousers, isn’t your mother married to me? If you are capable, you can marry a daughter-in-law even if you wear a sack on your body, but if you are not capable, you don’t look like a prince even if you wear a dragon robe.”

Song Zhiwen pursed his lips, said nothing, and let his breath into the room. He didn't come out to eat breakfast when it was brought to the table, obviously planning to go on a hunger strike to protest.

Zhang Xiaohua looked worried and wanted to ask him to eat. Song Dazhuang glared at her with a dark face: "Don't shout. If you don't eat a meal, you won't starve to death. If he really doesn't eat for three days, he has ambition."

Zhang Xiaohua lamented with a sad face, didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks and ate without taste.

Song Zhiwen's blind date has nothing to do with Song Cun. There is no work in the field during the winter vacation, so there is no need to work in the field. When he was free, he went to the pig farm. The old sow who was pregnant with piglets during the summer vacation had already given birth to piglets. Aunt Yuan smiled and said to him: "The old sow gave birth to sixteen piglets and raised ten piglets. Two. They have been given anti-epidemic drugs. Now raise pigs according to your method, and the pigs in our pigsty will grow fast."

Song Cun asked her, "Can we get bean dregs and bean cakes, even bone meal and fish meal, but we can't just feed pigweed, sweet potatoes, and wheat bran."

Aunt Yuan raised her eyebrows and said, "It's okay to feed bean cakes and bean dregs to pigs, but how about bone meal and fish meal?"

Song Cun explained to her: "Bonemeal and fishmeal are very nutritious. You can feed them as long as you have them, but you have to feed them in proportion. You can't feed too much, even if you feed too much, it is not easy for pigs to digest."

Aunt Yuan frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I can't think of a way. Can the production team in the village still can't think of a way? The production team can't think of a way, so they go to the town officials. As long as they can fatten up the pigs and make them strong, we will go to the town. Long, he has to solve it too, this is not a small matter, but a big matter related to whether people can eat pork."

Song Cun smiled and said, "That's not the case. I'll write a list later. It's best if I can get the items on it. It doesn't matter if I can't. I'll try to use other things instead."

Aunt Yuan asked suddenly: "You mean if you have the items on the list you wrote, you can prepare a pig food, and the pigs will grow fat after eating it?"

Song Cun nodded: "At least grow faster than now."

Aunt Yuan was very active when it came to raising pigs. She patted her thigh and said, "You can write whatever you need. I'll go to the production team right away."

Song Cun looked around, there was no pen and paper here, and he said, "I'll go home."

Aunt Yuan also realized that there is no pen and paper here, and waved her hand: "Then you should go back quickly."

After the production team got all the things, Song Cun taught Aunt Yuan how to feed the pigs, how to feed the pigs before they were 60 catties, and how to mix the feeds when the pigs were 60 catties. After the feed preparation and feeding, I told her everything one by one.

Aunt Yuan couldn't understand what she heard. Song Cun could only write down the method. When he was at home, he came over to help match it several times, and asked Aunt Yuan to watch. When he was not at home, he asked the literate young people in the village to help with matching.

Of course, all the pigs were not fed feed at first, and feeding them suddenly may cause them to suffer from indigestion or loose stools. In the first few days, they can only add a small amount of feed. Observe slowly, and when they get used to it, add feed according to the normal ratio. Aunt Yuan understood what she said. Just like a child, when he is born, he is fed with milk, and then supplemented with supplementary food. It is the same reason to feed him a little first and let him try it. If he is fine, then add more.

After teaching Mrs. Yuan how to feed the pigs, Song Cun stayed at home and read books when he had nothing to do, or helped grandma with housework, such as carrying water and sweeping the floor.

It's Chinese New Year, and I borrowed an ox cart in the village, and took three old people to the town to go to the market to buy new year's goods. This year Song Cun earned a lot of manuscript fees, so he wanted to have a prosperous year. When he arrived in the town, he waved his hand and said: " We can buy whatever we want to eat. We have enough money.”

Mrs. Song patted him on the shoulder and laughed: "It's enough to pay back the money, it's like how much money you have."

Song Cun smiled, "Let's go, let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative."

Grandpa Song got out of the bullock cart first, followed by Mr. Song, and Mrs. Song stood firm and said with a smile, "Let our grandson take us shopping today, and enjoy the feeling of buying whatever we want once in a while."

It's almost Chinese New Year, even if every family is not very rich now, the supply and marketing cooperative is full of customers. The supply and marketing cooperative in the town is not too big, and the old people frowned when they saw the crowds inside: "There are so many people, I'm too lazy to squeeze in. Er Cunzi, go inside and have a look. If you need to buy anything, just buy it."

Song Cun took a look, and didn't intend to let a few old people squeeze inside. He went inside and bought a few fish, a few catties of beef, and a few catties of mutton. He took them out and put them on the ox cart, turned around and went to the supply and marketing cooperative. After staying inside for about half an hour, I came out with a lot of things in my hand.

Seeing the things in his hand, Mrs. Song said, "Why did you buy so much? What did you buy?"

Song Cun said with a smile: "I have everything. Fruits, sugar, melon seeds and fruits, and I bought two pots of white wine."

After Song Cun finished speaking, Mr. Song and Uncle Song laughed, and they didn't care much about it, except liquor.

After buying things at the supply and marketing cooperative, I went to the vegetable market. There were obviously more small vendors in the vegetable market than last year. Song Cun saw that there were small grass carp selling, and weighed ten catties. Mrs. Song tugged at his hand: "Didn't you buy fish? Why are you still buying it?"

Song Cun picked up the fish and said, "That's a big fish. You can eat it braised in brown sauce. This small grass carp can be used for soup. Anyway, this fish doesn't need a ticket."

Mrs. Song nodded: "Okay, you can buy it if you like it." Then she paid for it.

Song Cun stopped him: "I told you that I don't want grandma's money for grocery shopping today, so let's keep the little money from grandma and spend it slowly."

The woman who sold the fish smiled and said, "Your grandson is filial. It would be nice if my grandson didn't pay me. I never expect him to buy things for me."

Mrs. Song smiled and said: "My grandson is not only filial, but also a college student. He also earned all his money. He said he was translating some manuscripts for the teacher..."

The woman selling fish looked surprised, looked at Song Cun and exclaimed: "Hey, this young man is still a college student, his eyes are clumsy, his eyes are clumsy, I can't see it. How about this, I have never had a college student come to this fish stall before." , I will weigh more fish for you today, for good luck."

Of course Song Cun agreed, but when he bought ten catties of fish, the woman gave him half a catty more.

After weighing the fish, he saw that beef bones, legs, and feet were sold, so he bought a lot more. Mrs. Song stopped her and said, "Why buy that? It's been cooked for a long time and you can't chew it."

Song Cun said to her: "You and grandpa's legs and feet hurt. It's better to drink stewed cow's feet soup."

Mrs. Song was very pleased. This grandson was really more caring than the girl. In the early years, the girl often came back to see their old couple. In the past few years, the two married girls have grandchildren, and they don't come back often. This year's Chinese New Year, I haven't come to give the New Year's gift yet. Last year, the eldest daughter didn't come. I don't know if I will come this year. I just don't buy them anything. It's good to come to see them and chat with them.

Song put away the beef bones, then turned to grandma and asked, "Go buy some more lamb chops?"

Mrs. Song looked at him: "Okay, let's buy it if we like it."

On the way back, passing the supply and marketing cooperative, I happened to meet Song Dazhuang and Zhang Xiaohua, followed by Song Zhiwen and a girl, and behind the girl stood two women. Song Dazhuang didn't expect to meet his parents and Song Cun. He glanced at their ox cart and said with a smile, "Father, uncle, are you going to the market too? If I knew you were going to the market, I would have come with you."

Mrs. Song hummed, and glanced at the girl subconsciously. She looked pretty good, but the one with the eyes wandering around, Mrs. Song didn't say anything. People say that she doesn't care about two lifetimes, but she has three lifetimes. : "You guys are busy, we are going home."

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly said: "Father and mother, today Zhiwen buys things for engagement, can you help me?"

Mrs. Song didn't want to worry about her things, she said: "You can watch and buy it yourself, my old eyes are too dim to see clearly."

Zhang Xiaohua still had something to say, but Song Cun said, "Father and mother, please be busy. Grandpa and grandma are tired after shopping all morning. Let's go back first."

Song Dazhuang nodded: "All right, you go back."

Song Cun drove the ox cart and walked away slowly. The woman standing next to the girl stared at the receding ox cart and asked with a smile, "The young man driving the ox cart just now is the son of your college student?"

Song Dazhuang nodded triumphantly, "Yeah, after being admitted to university, he can earn money by himself, and even subsidize his grandparents. We don't need to worry about anything." It means that Song Cun will not need to spend their money when he gets married in the future, and let the other party do whatever he wants. rest assured.

The woman didn't mean that, and asked instead: "Is there a partner, or should I tell him one?"

Song Dazhuang subconsciously refused: "We don't care that much about his affairs."

Zhang Xiaohua was a little unhappy. Today, when Zhiwen was engaged in the wedding, this woman started talking about a partner for Er Cunzi, and she didn't care whether the girl she said was worthy of Er Cunzi. She smirked: "Song Cunzi's We can't manage the marriage, we just want to, and we don't know what kind of wife he wants to find, let him worry about it, besides, he is still in school, don't worry."

The woman curled her lips and fell silent.

Song Cun didn't worry about Song Zhiwen's engagement and marriage. He only heard that the girl not only wanted to build a house, but also wanted a sewing machine, a bicycle, and even a watch. The request is very firm, and the marriage cannot be accomplished without it. But Song Zhiwen also fell in love with that girl and insisted on marrying her. In a hurry, Zhang Xiaohua went around, borrowing money everywhere, trying to get those things together for them.

Before Song Dazhuang made a statement, Yang Ping, Song Liang's daughter-in-law, came to the door and said that when she and Song Liang got married, they only built three tile-roofed houses, and nothing else. If Zhang Xiaohua wants to buy those things for her youngest daughter-in-law, she must also make up for them. Otherwise, in the future, Song Zhiwen will contribute the bulk of their pension funds when they are old, and they will contribute the small amount.

As soon as Yang Ping's words came out, Zhang Xiaohua's anger was ignited, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law quarreled. One said that the mother-in-law was eccentric, and the other said that the daughter-in-law was not filial. You say one sentence to me, it's a quarrel.

Mrs. Song could hear their arguing while she was knitting in the room, and she shook her head: "I just said that a bowl of water is level, and a bowl of water is level. Now you know how powerful it is."

Song Cun practiced calligraphy next to her, and when he heard her words, he smiled and said, "Don't care about them, and you don't care about them. You are so old, what are you worrying about? If they want to quarrel, let them quarrel." chant."

Mrs. Song sighed, that's what she said, but it was still annoying to hear them arguing.

Yang Ping quarreled with Zhang Xiaohua for a long time without any result, so she ran to Mrs. Song to find Song Cun in anger, and asked Song Cun loudly: "My father and mother want to buy Zhiwen a bicycle, a sewing machine, a watch, and all the money is spent on him. You are still a college student, so you dare not say anything? Why are you so useless?"

Song Cun frowned, what does it matter to me that you are arguing about you? The tone was a little impatient: "Didn't you buy it yet?"

Yang Ping said angrily: "It will be too late when they buy it back."

Song Cun said: "Isn't the family separated? Even if you bought those things, you didn't spend your money?" Then why are you in a hurry?

Yang Ping choked, her face became angry, and she said angrily: "Anyway, I didn't buy those things when I got married. If they bought them for Zhiwen, they have to make up those things for us."

Song Cun said: "You can tell your parents about these things, it's useless to tell me."

Yang Ping said unconvinced: "You are so generous, I don't believe that you won't spend your family's money when you get married in the future?"

Song Cun said: "Aren't I still unmarried now? Let's talk about it when I get married! As for how much Song Zhiwen spent on getting married, you think it's unfair. You shouldn't talk to me. You can talk to your parents." .”

Yang Ping was taken away by Song Cunqi, who didn't want to get in.

Mrs. Song looked at Yang Ping's back and said, "Daliangzi's daughter-in-law is also a master of fours and sixes. What's the use of trying to make trouble for her in-laws to buy her something and tell you? Could it be that you, an unmarried uncle, are going to make trouble? Then Zhiwen, who is noisy, will not get married, but his face will look good? No brains."

Song Cun said with a smile: "What does it have to do with me?"

Mrs. Song said: "It is reasonable to say that Daliangzi separated from your parents. They told Zhiwen that the daughter-in-law can buy whatever she wants. It really has nothing to do with Daliangzi. It is unreasonable for Daliangzi's daughter-in-law to fight. It’s not a fuel-efficient lamp. At the beginning, I still wanted to live with us. Fortunately, we didn’t agree.”

Song Cun smiled and said nothing, what about his sister-in-law is the eldest brother's business, and he doesn't get involved.

Years later, Song Cun returned to school a few days early and devoted himself to his studies. He forgot about the quarrel between his elder brother and Song Zhiwen. As for Song Zhiwen's marriage, he had no time to ask.

In the next year, Aunt Yuan used the method of raising pigs that Song Cun told her, and the pigs were fat and strong, and each pig even reached 300 catties. This incident caused a sensation in the whole village, even the nearby villages. They had never raised such a big pig before, and they all came to see the surprise.

No one in the village said that Song Cun was stupid when he read books. Instead, they all praised Song Cun, saying that he was so smart and capable in reading, and that any method of raising pigs he taught could make pigs fat and fat. So much so that the villagers in several nearby villages knew about the method of raising pigs researched by Song Cun, a college student in Songjia Village, and the pigs could reach 300 catties.

Later, this incident spread to the town, and the pig farms in the town also heard about it. They found Songjia Village and wanted to send a breeder to learn how to raise pigs in Songjia Village. They wanted to see if it was possible.

Aunt Yuan discussed it with the captain of the production team. The method was told by Song Cun. This matter still needs his consent before others can learn from it. The head of the pig farm in the town heard what they said, and immediately said that the pig farm in their town had a phone number, and they could call and inquire through the pig farm in their town. Fortunately, before Song Cun left, he gave Mrs. Song a school phone number, saying that he could call him if there was something urgent. Otherwise, Song Cun would not be able to be asked for a while.

The call came to the school, and Song Cun happened to be out of class. The teacher asked him to answer the phone, and when he heard what the production team leader said, he agreed without saying a word.

The manager of the pig farm thanked Song Cun very much. Later, after they learned the method of raising pigs in Songjia Village and went back, they raised pigs according to the same method, and the pigs they raised were two to three hundred catties. The letter to the Provincial Agricultural University specifically praised Song Cun. The school was very surprised to receive the letter of commendation. I didn't expect the students of the school to accomplish such a big thing outside the school.

The villages next door saw that all the pig farms in the town went to Songjia Village to learn how to raise pigs, so they also went to the head of the production team of Songjia Village. After discussing with him, they also went to Aunt Yuan to learn how to raise pigs. For a while, Aunt Yuan became the favorite of several nearby villages, as if she had become a professional pig breeder teacher. It was not for nothing that people asked her to learn how to raise pigs. Come here empty handed.

When Song Cun was on vacation, she still felt that it was all due to Song Cun. If Song Cun hadn't told her how to raise pigs, how would she be where she is today?

Song Cun said with a smile: "This is also your opportunity. If you were replaced by someone else, you might not have this opportunity. After all, you had to be patient when you followed me in the pig farm. If you were replaced by another person, you might drive me away." gone."

Aunt Yuan thought about it, although this is the case, but without Song Cun's method of raising pigs, even if she was willing to learn, she would have nowhere to learn. After all, Song Cun owes much to him.