"All spent." Chen Meihua replied.

It's true that Shu Wan sends money home every month, but she also spends a lot every month. She buys all kinds of nutritional supplements, delicious food, clothes and daily necessities for Shu Jianyong and Shu Fangfang, as well as Xiaoguang's pocket money and the family's food expenses. All in all, she spends almost all of it.

She did have some money saved, not much, about three hundred yuan, but it was money for her and the old man's funeral, so she couldn't take it out.

Shu Jianyong didn't believe it, "Mom, I'm your son, don't lie to me."

Chen Meihua anxiously retorted, "Son, you are my most beloved son, don't you know? I have always bought things for you with the money Shu Wan sent back, and I also gave pocket money to Zijun and Ziyu."

Shu Jianyong was suspicious. Could it be that she really had no money as she said?

But why is he so unconvinced?

"Aren't Manyun's parents the directors of the factory? They must have more money than me. Can you talk to your in-laws?" Chen Meihua spoke carefully.

Shu Jianyong's face darkened, and he looked at Chen Meihua with dissatisfaction, "Mom, are you deliberately poking my heart? I have finally made my father-in-law think highly of me over the years, and you want me to ask him for help. Aren't you forcing me to die?"

Chen Meihua waved her hands in panic, "No, I didn't mean that."

Shu Jianyong interrupted Chen Meihua and looked at her sadly, "Mom, if you don't want to help me, I hope I can continue to be your son in the next life."

Chen Meihua froze, "What are you talking about?"

Shu Jianyong rushed into the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife and put it to his neck. "I have no money, and I am too embarrassed to see Manyun and the child. Mom, when I die, if Manyun wants to remarry, don't stop her. In the end, I am the one who has let her down."

Chen Meihua yelled, "Son, don't be impulsive! How much do you need? I have money! Money!"

"Can you please put the knife down first?"

Chen Meihua coaxed him, and Shu Jianyong said bitterly, "Mom, don't lie to me."

"Wait."

Chen Meihua gritted her teeth and rushed into the room. When she came out a moment later, she had a bulging bag in her hands.

A hint of joy flashed across Shu Jianyong's eyes, and Chen Meihua quickly snatched the kitchen knife.

With a clang.

The kitchen knife fell to the ground.

"Mom, there's still a little bit left. I'll get the rest." Shu Jianyong said, holding the bag.

Chen Meihua nodded and looked at the bag reluctantly.

That's all her savings!

Although she was reluctant, Chen Meihua quickly turned her eyes away. She could earn money again, but she only had one son.

After getting the money, Shu Jianyong didn't want to stay any longer and got up and left immediately.

"Your father will be back soon. He hasn't seen you for a long time." Chen Meihua also stood up and said.

"Let's talk about it next time. It's getting late, and Manyun is still waiting for me to go home."

Chen Meihua nodded dejectedly and watched Shu Jianyong leave. Her eldest son's figure disappeared. Chen Meihua turned around and saw Aunt Lin eating melon seeds next door.

"Oh my, the filial son is going back to the city without even eating a bite of food?"

Chen Meihua rolled her eyes at her and didn't have the energy to speak.

All the money in the family has been given to Jianyong, so they will have a tight life in the future. But when the old man sells some eggs and grain at home, they will be able to live a better life.

Thinking of this, Chen Meihua felt relieved and got up to cook.

In the past, we could still eat white flour at home, but this time we put down the bowl for scooping white flour and directly grabbed a few pieces of sweet potatoes. We had sweet potatoes and pickles for dinner.

Chen Meihua had just steamed the sweet potatoes when the door was suddenly pushed open. Chen Meihua quickly put down her work and ran to the yard.

Shu Zhiguo was carried in by his fellow villagers, covered in dust and his pants stained with blood.