Just then, there was a knock on the door:

"Mom and Dad, please open the door, I need to come in!"

It was Feng Yaozu's voice.

Feng Dachuan and Zhang Feng exchanged a glance; they knew perfectly well what their son wanted to do upon entering.

However, they still opened the door and let Feng Yaozu in.

After Feng Yaozu came in, he slammed the door shut.

He cut to the chase: "Mom and Dad, I want 20 yuan of the 40 yuan dowry!"

Feng Dachuan frowned and said, "Yaozu, what do you need so much money for? We usually buy the groceries, you don't need to."

Zhang Feng also said, "That's right, Yaozu, stop joking. We haven't had much money lately. We finally made 40 yuan, which is enough for our family's food for four months."

"Here's what we'll do: I'll take your dad's advice and give you two yuan. You can use it to buy something nice to eat, okay?"

Zhang Feng doted on this son.

After all, this was a son she had finally given birth to, so naturally she doted on him in every way.

They usually give him money whenever he asks for it, as long as it's not too outrageous.

After all, if I don't love my own son, who will?

Feng Yaozu retorted irritably, "Mom, you're giving me 2 yuan? That's like giving a beggar a handout. I don't care, I want 20 yuan. You know, my wife and I haven't bought new clothes in ages. We've gotten 40 yuan in dowry for free this time, so we absolutely have to use 20 yuan to buy some new clothes."

"Mom, you need to understand that Xiaolian and I represent the face of our Feng family. Do you want others to think that our family is poor and can't make ends meet?"

"People need to have a reputation, just as trees need bark. We can't let the villagers look down on us!"

Zhang Feng opened her mouth, then looked at Feng Dachuan.

She knew that recently the villagers had been looking down on and mocking her family.

Firstly, Feng Yaozu and his wife have been unable to have children.

Secondly, Feng Zhaodi was also divorced.

It's fair to say that the Feng family became the subject of much discussion and ridicule in the village.

Feng Dachuan's face was grim. Finally, he spoke up: "I'll give you 10 yuan, that's the most I can give you!"

Feng Yaozu immediately said, "Deal!"

He knew that 10 yuan was the limit.

Getting 10 yuan is better than getting 2 yuan.

With a pained expression, Feng Dachuan took out 10 yuan and handed it to Feng Yaozu, saying, "Yaozu, be careful with your money. Money isn't easy to earn these days, understand?"

Feng Yaozu said nonchalantly, "Dad, I know, I will."

After a pause, he added, "Besides, my sister is getting married soon. Judging from how generous he was with the dowry, her future husband must be very wealthy. We can visit their house from time to time and ask for some money. Our future will definitely be bright."

Upon hearing Feng Yaozu's words, Zhang Feng and Feng Dachuan exchanged a glance. They knew that they were all thinking the same thing.

So Zhang Feng instructed, "Yaozu, since you know you'll be going to your sister's place to beg for money in the future, you and Xiaolian should be careful not to upset her. If she doesn't resent us and stops helping us in the future, our family will have a hard time!"

"So, no matter what it is, you have to go along with your sister, at least on the surface, understand?"