The daughters-in-law of the He family caught up with He Yushen and asked Mrs. Sheng how much money she had given him to build a house.

He Yushen said it would cost several hundred yuan.

The daughters-in-law of the He family did not believe it.

"Just a few hundred yuan?"

Land prices have gone up now; you can build something for a few hundred yuan, but it certainly won't be a very big structure.

He Yushen didn't care. "Then let's buy the land first, and build it later if we can't afford it."

So he went to the village chief and bought almost the entire plot of land where his old house was located.

The land on the back hill is very poor; nothing grows there.

There were still many stones. The village chief originally thought that the land there was useless and took up space, and it would be good if it could be sold.

He Yushen especially gets a discount when he buys a lot.

The two signed a contract and then went to town to write their names.

That's how it got done.

He Yushen bought some food in town and came back.

The bags and packages were all bought for Mrs. Sheng and Sheng Yueqing.

The rest is for my family.

When the He family children saw him return after school, they first glanced at him curiously, then rudely asked, "He Lao Liu is back?"

The one who said this was He Qiangqiang, the eldest son of He Laoda.

This kid has never been respectful to He Yushen, and he's still so disrespectful even though he's in school.

He Yushen never bothered with him in the past.

Today, however, he said, "Don't eat any of the things I buy later."

"If I eat you, you'll be a turtle."

He Qiangqiang was surprised by his sudden outburst and retorted angrily, "Who cares!"

If you don't want to eat, then don't eat.

He Yushen carried the things inside; the villagers were still there.

They were all curious about Mrs. Sheng's background and kept trying to get information out of her.

Mrs. Sheng gave ambiguous and vague answers.

She had no intention of flaunting her wealth with these people, lest she attract their attention.

They only said she was a housewife, didn't work, and just ran a small business at home.

Everyone believed it after hearing it.

Old Mrs. He didn't believe it; she thought Mrs. Sheng must be rich.

He just wanted to get money and benefits from her.

They chased the villagers away, closed the door, and began their performance.

“In-law, logically speaking, you are Sheng Yueqing’s biological mother. Zhang Dahua didn’t give her daughter a dowry when she got married. Now that you’re back, shouldn’t you give her some dowry?”

Mrs. Sheng isn't stupid; she knows she's trying to extort money from her.

He then glanced around at the group of wives in the He family.

What kind of dowry did they receive?

Old Mrs. He choked.

He thought to himself that his daughters-in-law probably didn't have any dowry, maybe just a few quilts at most.

However, blankets were quite valuable back then.

Don't underestimate the power of a quilt; some families are reluctant to even buy one.

So having a few quilts is considered quite prestigious.

Mrs. Sheng understood. "Then I'll send a few sets of quilts to my daughter too."

Old Mrs. He choked; she didn't want any blankets.

She wants money.

But since they couldn't ask for it openly, they changed their tune, saying, "Actually, these days people give fewer quilts as dowries; they give money and gold instead."

Mrs. Sheng said "Oh," and added, "But I didn't receive any betrothal gifts from you either."

"Your betrothal gifts are for Zhang Dahua, so you should ask Zhang Dahua for your dowry."

"Or you could give me the betrothal gifts, and I'll give you a dowry?"

You can't get something for nothing.

"you."

Old Mrs. He choked on her breath, never expecting Mrs. Sheng to be so difficult to deal with.

It's said that city people are thin-skinned and easily morally blackmailed.

Why is Mrs. Sheng so difficult to deal with?

Sheng Yueqing chuckled, "Alright, Mother-in-law, we're just passing through here. We'll be leaving later."

"I came back today to give this year's filial piety money, so as to save myself the trouble of going back and forth."

She took out the money, a total of two hundred yuan.

He gave it to her in front of all his wives.

"Please use this money first, and we will give you more when we earn more money in the future."

When Old Mrs. He saw the money, her eyes widened.

"Good, good, good, I knew you were filial."

"But I always feel cold and not warm enough when I wear clothes, so I can't bear to buy new clothes, sigh."

As he spoke, he looked at Sheng Yueqing's clothes with a shifty gaze.

Sheng Yueqing smiled and said, "Then take these two hundred yuan and go buy it."

"Anyway, the money has been given to you, you can use it however you want."

Old Mrs. He did want to.

But these two hundred weren't given away for nothing; they must have been accumulated over several years.

When you calculate it this way, it seems like we've lost out.

So she bargained, saying, "Sixth brother's wife, you don't know, prices have been rising lately, and food expenses are not cheap. The money your sisters-in-law give me as a token of respect has all gone up in price."

Sheng Yueqing raised an eyebrow. "Really? How much has it gone up?"

"Ten, oh no, fifty dollars!"

The daughters-in-law of the He family were about to retort when they were glared at by Old Mother He, and then they understood and immediately shut up.

Old Mrs. He tried to fool Sheng Yueqing, saying, "You don't know, everything is more expensive now. Your father-in-law's legs aren't very good, so he doesn't farm much anymore. We have to buy vegetables to eat at home."

“When your sisters-in-law saw how hard I was doing, they discussed giving me a little extra each month.”

"Look, they're giving me an extra fifty yuan each month."

"From now on, you should give me fifty yuan too, to be fair."

Sheng Yueqing laughed, "Mother-in-law, you're joking with me, right?"

"Fifty yuan per person, five of them, fifty or six for thirty, so you'll earn three hundred yuan a month."

“You will have 3,600 yuan a year.”

"With so much money, how could you not have any? You're much richer than us."

Old Mrs. He choked.

She can't do math.

I thought I could swindle Sheng Yueqing out of fifty yuan, but who knew she was so good at calculating.

He coughed and argued, "I misspoke. They give me twenty yuan a month now."

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