Upon hearing that, I understood instantly. It seemed that my father stopped me for the sake of the benefits of him and his siblings!
So I softened my tone and negotiated, "You're right! I didn't think it through. Then you can talk to my uncles and aunts and I want to buy the house at the market price. Does that work?"
I thought I could finally start the work, but my dad still insisted, "No! We won't sell this house!"
After hearing this, I completely realized that my father was deliberately making things difficult for me.
However, I had been impulsive and undisciplined since childhood, and I had never gotten along with my father. After being embarrassed by him in public, I felt that I had to dig it out.
My face turned grim. Ignoring him, I just focused on digging hard at his feet with the hoe.
This time, he was completely panicked.
Frustrated by his inability to restrain me, he shouted, "You bastard! That's your mother down there!"
As soon as he uttered those words, the hoe in my hand, which I had been swinging vigorously just moments before, appeared to be enchanted and remained suspended in mid-air, defying my attempts to bring it down!
I couldn't believe my ears!