Master of Architecture 8

Zhang Tieyuan plopped down on the bed-stove beside his son.

After a long period of silence, he said, "All of you blame me."

He said to himself, filled with guilt and hatred, "How would I know that she'd be able to turn everything around at that final game? All I did was for the family's sake!"

Seeing how their father was somewhat regretting everything, Zhang Tieyuan's son, daughter-in-law and daughter could not say anything more. Zhang Tiezhu sighed, "It's pointless now. You've lost. We now have nothing."

Zhang Caixia cast her eyes downward and said, somewhat resolutely, "If all of you are willing, we can each cut one hand off in exchange for the land and the house."

"Yes," Zhang Tieyuan agreed.

Zhang Tiezhu rolled his eyes upon hearing him. "If you're serious about it, why don't you cut your hand off first to set an example for us?"

Zhang Tieyuan: "..."