Four ounces.

She was about to be sold for a mere four ounces.

Wang Shufang was frightened. She ran to Deng Qiuzhi's shop, but found nothing there.

She wandered aimlessly through the streets and ended up here.

I also witnessed what just happened.

It turned out that Deng Qiuzhi really was having an affair, which was why he was in a hurry to get a divorce. Wang Shufang turned her head and looked at Yan Xia's house.

"How wonderful, such a big house, yet I'm not worthy of living here, is that it? Why should I? You've wronged me, so why should you live such a good life?"

Wang Shufang muttered to herself.

She ignored the onlookers and stood there for a long time before leaving.

Upon returning to the new house, Wang Chenshi had barely stepped through the gate when she pointed at him and began cursing him.

"You brat, where have you been? Aren't you going to cook? Everyone's waiting for dinner, where have you been gallivanting off to? Your brother and sister-in-law had to eat out, which costs money again. We don't have much money left at home, it's all your fault. I bought the groceries and left them there, and you expect me to cook? Do you expect me, an old man, to have to take care of you in my old age? You good-for-nothing, you're so old and you still want a divorce. If I were you, I wouldn't have the face to show anyone. All you do is run around outside all day, like your soul is wandering off. Tomorrow I'll marry you off, so you won't bring trouble to your family—"

Wang Chenshi cursed so fiercely that spittle flew everywhere. When her daughter had just divorced her, she pretended to be a kind mother, but after she had tricked her into giving her the house and money, she revealed her true colors and would curse Wang Shufang at the drop of a hat.

"Mother, I saw my husband." Wang Shufang said quietly, her expression completely blank as she stared at the ground.

"So what if he saw it? What, does he still want to live with you? No way! He said he wanted a divorce and then just dropped you. It's not that easy for him to come back. He has to compensate us at least two hundred taels of silver. Look at you, living off your brother, eating and drinking for free. He'll have to pay for all that. It would be best to find your brother a job. He's always idle, hanging out with his bunch of scoundrels. It makes me so angry. Of course, it can't be too strenuous; your brother can't do heavy work. It should be at least five taels of silver a month. I think it would be better if your brother asked to become the manager of his shop..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Chenshi's attitude immediately softened.

The family is running out of money. The new wife is a lazy bum who spends money like water and asks for meat every day. If the daughter and son-in-law reconcile, she can get the son-in-law to continue subsidizing the family.

It would be best to get the son into the son-in-law's shop.

It's been almost a month since my daughter-in-law married into the family, and who knows, she might be pregnant any day now.

She needs to find a job for her precious son.

We can't let him continue to play around like this.

Just as she was lost in her daydream, Wang Shufang's words interrupted her.

"My husband is having an affair with that little slut. They bought a house in the most expensive area and are already living together. Mother, my husband has wronged me! He lied to me!"

Wang Shufang squatted on the ground and wailed loudly.

"What? He really had an affair with that little slut? See? I told you before, that little slut was obviously a whore, no good. That day when she came to your door, she was just showing off to you. Otherwise, why would Qiu Zhi insist on divorcing you? No way, Qiu Zhi must have hidden money. We'll go find him and make him cough up the money. I'm not Chen anymore! Stop crying, you're wailing like a mourner. They're living their lives now, and you're still calling him 'husband.' Does he even consider you his wife? Don't cry. When you find him, you can cry to his face!"

Wang Chenshi died of anger.

Everyone knows that houses in the city are expensive.

When she bought this house for her son, she looked at houses all over the place, each costing several thousand taels of silver.

She almost got into a fight with someone over this house.

The house we live in now can't even be called a house anymore. It's just a yard the size of a coffin. There's no well, so we have to go to the river to get water. When we hang clothes out to dry, the sun can't even reach the house. There's no main house or side house. There's just one building with only three rooms. One room is for my son and daughter-in-law, one room is for me and my daughter, and the other room is divided into a storage room, a kitchen, and an outhouse.

The room was small, with a wooden bed taking up most of the space, leaving no room for a table or cabinets.

The only option was to stuff the clothes into a wooden box under the bed.

Even so, when the house was being sold, the doorstep was almost worn out by the crowds.

In the end, she spent six hundred taels of silver to snatch it.

When we have grandchildren in the future, we don't even know where to put them.

My daughter just told me that Qiu Zhi bought that little bastard the most expensive house in the area, which cost over a thousand taels of silver.

She was determined to make Qiu Zhi return the money.

"Do you remember where that house is? When your brother comes back, the four of us will go there to demand an explanation."

“It’s no use going there, that little bitch ran back to Shuangqiao Town,” Wang Shufang sobbed.

"Wouldn't that be even better? Without her whispering in his ear, you can easily coax Qiuzhi into softening up. My good daughter, listen to your mother. Just use the child as an excuse. Bizhong will be back soon, right? I don't believe he'd let Bizhong be without a mother. Just say you know you were wrong, apologize to him, and I'll personally apologize to him. As long as we appease him, what do we have to worry about? That little slut is just pretty; he'll get tired of her after a while..."

"Mother, I've given in. My husband—no, he's not my husband anymore. He even hit me. He doesn't care about me at all. He only has eyes for that little bitch, afraid I'll bully her. I just argued with him for a bit, and Qiuzhi pushed me. Mother, Qiuzhi doesn't want me anymore. What's the use of me admitting my mistake?!"

Wang Shufang's face fell; she knew exactly what was going on.

Deng Qiuzhi could never forgive her.

“It’s normal for men to hit each other. Your father hit me before he died. Listen to your mother. Would I ever hurt you? Here’s what we’ll do. Let’s not wait for your brother and the others. Let’s go now. Qiu Zhi should be at the shop, right? Come on, let’s go find him, mother and son.”

Wang Chenshi's eyes darted around, and without even having lunch, she pulled Wang Shufang outside.

Deng Qiuzhi's shop was not far from their new house.

After passing through a few alleys, it's another twenty minutes or so to get there.

The location of the new house is actually not bad, it is very close to the busiest street, so even though the house is small, it still sells for six hundred taels.

She hasn't been to the shop since her daughter's divorce.

"What happened? Yan's Pastry Shop? Why did Deng's son-in-law change the signboard? Did he sell the shop?"

Wang Chenshi stood outside the shop, looking at the signboard with a puzzled expression, thinking that she had remembered the address wrong.

"No, he changed his business. Now he sells pastries, and I heard business is very good." Wang Shufang's voice was weak. She didn't want to come at all; it was her mother who dragged her here.

"Are you buying pastries? If not, please don't block the way. If you are, please line up."