Meng's teeth were almost broken. She gave birth to six sons, and the farmers' families relied on her sons to farm and make a fortune. In the past, she would walk out with her back straight, especially after Blind Liu said that her fourth son could become a prime minister. For a while, she even ignored the head of the village, and gave all the good food and drinks in the house to him first.

Unexpectedly, he was a pile of mud that could not be helped. She spat at him angrily!

"Mother! If beating my son makes you feel better, then go ahead. Just don't separate my son's family and don't let him divorce his wife and abandon his children. If I do that, it will cost them their lives! Mother, please forgive her and her son!"

"Shut up! You're such a jerk that even thunder can't kill you, you'll never die! If you're determined to protect that unlucky girl and don't want to divorce her, then take your bunch of crooked, money-losing bastards and go live in that old house in the back mountain! I can't see you, so I'll just consider it a waste of my time supporting you."

"Dad! Dad, please say something." Ding Youtian turned to Old Ding and kowtowed to his father several times. "Jian was brought back by Dad. She entered our family when she was over seven years old. In view of her dedicated service to the whole family over the years, Dad, please keep her. I beg you, Dad!"

Old Ding smoked his pipe in silence, his face expressionless. He'd been meaning to split up the fourth branch's family two years ago, but he didn't know what was wrong with his fourth son. He didn't seem to eat any less than the others, but his body wouldn't accept it. He only had cunning tricks but no flesh, and they were all crooked. What good was that!

Farmers make a living by hard work and strength. This fourth son of his has no strength to work and is also slow. It takes him a whole day to finish a job that others can finish in half a day. He even vomits blood when doing heavy work, and after that he has vomited blood, we have to spend money to buy medicine for him.

Old Ding originally planned to wait for two years to see if he could be of any use. Not to mention passing the imperial examination to become a high-ranking official, at least he could pass the examination to become a scholar. In the future, he could open a private school at home, which would not only make money but also bring honor to the family.

The result is that the nephew is holding a lantern - it's still the same (uncle).

He couldn't let the fourth branch drag down the entire family, but Ding Youtian refused to take either of the two options he offered. The few thatched-roofed earthen houses in the back of the mountain had been abandoned for years, leaking drafts from all sides. How could anyone live there when winter came?

He couldn't let go, let alone divorce his wife and abandon his children. When his father brought Jian back home, Jian was only the same age as Dabao now. She had never had a peaceful day in their home and was beaten by his mother every few days.

If he really divorced Jane and abandoned his stupid son, he would be committing a sin and he would never have peace of conscience for the rest of his life.

"Dad! Mom! I beg you, please give the Jian family, our family, a chance to survive! From now on, I will work harder and eat less. I will work my ass off and promise not to vomit blood again. Even if I do, I won't ask you to prescribe medicine. I only ask you to..."

Old Ding glanced at Meng calmly, and Meng understood what he meant.

"Shut up your dung pit!" she interrupted Ding Youtian harshly. "Look at your useless look. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Even if you divorce that unlucky guy and kick out that bastard, this family has no room for you anymore!"

"By this winter, you'll be twenty-six and twenty-seven, and you'll be a seven-foot-tall man. But when it comes to labor and ability, how can you compare with anyone else among the six of you? Your sixth brother isn't strong either, but at least he has a good mouth and can even work as a waiter in a restaurant in town, bringing home a monthly allowance. What about you? What can you do? All you'll do is protect your foolish wife who's always having an affair. Do you really want your parents to support your entire family forever?"

"Get out of here as soon as possible, get out as far away as possible, and don't ever come to this house again!"

Meng originally thought that these words would be like a bolt from the blue to him, and was even mentally prepared for him to continue throwing a tantrum, but she waited for a long time but heard nothing.

Turning around, she saw him staring at his father, wondering what evil plan he was up to. She scolded him impatiently, "Are you stupid? If you have to fart, fart quickly, and get out of here!"

Ding Youtian glanced at his mother. Her high nose bridge beneath her thick eyebrows and phoenix eyes revealed a hint of coldness. Then he glared at his father and asked, "Is what you said true? You've been wanting to give up on me, your son, haven't you? You're so sure of my temper that you think I wouldn't do something like divorcing my wife and abandoning my children that you've already decided to kick us out, right?"

Old Ding glanced at him, lifted his right foot, tapped his cigarette holder, then leisurely rolled up his pipe and stood up. This usually meant he had made up his mind and was about to start talking.

"Fourth brother, don't blame your parents for being cruel. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for having no one to take over. We have over thirty people in our family, and we all need food and drink. Your family has six people, two of whom are idiots and three of whom are money losers. You are also useless. What can your mother and I expect from you to support your family? You can't count on your family for anything except being a burden to the whole family."

Ding Youtian, for once, remained silent. He stood up, dusted himself off, and said with narrowed eyes, "No wonder Dad has been telling me these past two years that only by pulling out the bad seedlings in the field can the good ones grow better. I guess in Dad's eyes, our fourth family is the bad seedling in the field. We can't let these bad seedlings affect the crops in the whole field. So, I agree to divide it up."

"Ugh!" Meng turned her head and spat at him again, "It's up to you whether you agree or not? You have to get out of here today with all your rotten stuff."

His dark eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, mother, we have separated. In the future, even if I have to beg for food with my family, I will never leave my parents' door!"

Mrs. Meng raised her eyebrows and sneered, "I pulled this thing out of my own pants, and I don't know how capable you are. What a joke! Even if you come to me asking for it, I will beat you out with a stick!"

"Dad, tell me what you want." Ding Youtian said in a resounding voice, "Give me whatever you want. My family will move out immediately after you divide it up. We won't stay even a moment longer."

Old Ding had been waiting for this, having already made up his mind. He spoke calmly, "Apart from the old house on the back hill, the five mu of land there will also be yours. I'll give you sixty catties of fine grains, two hundred catties of coarse grains, three pieces of bacon, two baskets of vegetables, twenty eggs, a set of farm tools, and a set of kitchen utensils. In addition, everything in the house you live in now will be yours. Don't expect anything else. I've given your father everything I can. In the future, your mother and I won't need your support. Don't come to us to ask what you need after you divide up your belongings."

"That's all?" Ding Youtian couldn't believe what he heard. The five mu of dry, sloping land in the back mountain couldn't grow any crops, only tobacco. But tobacco wasn't valuable in their area. Even if it grew well, the money left after paying taxes wouldn't even buy a few liters of grain.

It's all in vain to take care of those few acres of land.

Meng slammed the table and said, "That's all! You're still not satisfied, are you? Do you want to suck your parents' blood dry before you're satisfied?"

Old Ding stopped Meng and said, "Shut up first and listen to what he has to say. See what he has to say."