"You old dog Ding, isn't it your duty to send money home? Why do you have to say it?" Ding Hai had never said these words before. When the old lady saw that Ding Hai was angry, her temper became more restrained and she was no longer as aggressive as before.

Ding Hai said in a low but sincere voice, "Mom, there are so many people here, and family disgrace shouldn't be aired in public. It's inappropriate for us to discuss family matters here, blocking the door. Why don't we go talk about it over there?" He reached out to support his mother, but Old Lady Sun shoved him away, her eyes wide open, as if she wanted to cut Ding Hai into pieces with her gaze.

"Next to it? What? You can go in here but I can't? You dislike me, don't you? Now that you're out you can finally get rid of this burden of mine, right? Let's not talk about the past, let's talk about now. Have you ever thought about your home since you came here? Have you ever written a letter or sent money to your family? Do you still have me, your mother, in your heart?" As she spoke, she slapped Ding Hai's back hard. Ding Hai stood like a statue, allowing the old lady to hit him. He was motionless and could only take deep breaths.

When the old lady was tired and gasping for breath, Ding Hai saw her taking a break and then took the time to say a few more words: "Mom, you brought their whole family here? Have you thought about what I should do?"

"Is there anything you can't do? Although you're missing an arm, I think you're doing well here. Don't look down on your brother, sister-in-law and others. It was me who brought them here. There was nothing to eat or drink at home, so we had no choice but to come to you for help." The old lady felt uncomfortable when she saw Ding Hai staring at her beloved son and grandchildren.

On the way here, her three sons taught her to show weakness temporarily when facing Ding Hai, and she immediately put the idea of ​​surrendering behind her.

Why is this little bastard enjoying the best of life in Kyoto while my three sons are toiling away on the land back home? No, I have to find a way to get in.

Thinking of this, the old lady resorted to the trick that Ding Hai always used when he went home to visit his family: crying and making a fuss.

I won’t try to hang myself for now. It would be embarrassing with so many people watching.

The old lady's tears came suddenly, her eyes turned red in an instant, and her voice choked: "Son, mother knows you have worked hard, but look at these three brothers and nephews, they can't even have a full meal. You are the only one in our family who has made it big and can gain a foothold in Kyoto. You can't just watch them starve to death!" As she spoke, she reached out to wipe away her tears, her wrinkled hands trembling slightly, as if carrying the burden of the entire family.

Among the onlookers, sympathy and confusion mixed. Some began to whisper that Ding Hai, as a member of the family, should share the burden of caring for the elderly and household expenses with his brothers, saying it was his responsibility. Others felt that Ding Hai had done his best, and that his own life and work were challenging, so he shouldn't bear too much family pressure.

Ding Hai glanced at his three brothers, and the excitement in their eyes was almost overflowing. And each one had a different expression. Some were gloating, some were just watching the fun, and some were playing dumb.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his tone sound calm but firm. "Mom, please listen to me first. I do have a job here, but that doesn't mean I can easily solve everyone's problems. Security work is not easy, the salary is low, and the responsibility on my shoulders is even heavier. I can't break the rules here because of personal matters, and I can't let my family affect my work."