Lin Youcai glanced at Lin Jinyue and her daughter, whose faces were grim, and then at Lin Youliang, who stood there silently, waiting for his son and daughter-in-law to make a scene.

Finally, he shook his head in disappointment: "If you feel the distribution is unfair, let's go our separate ways."

The eldest son of the Lin family and Wang Chunmei, who had been arguing incessantly, suddenly knelt down in front of Lin Youcai, saying, "Uncle, you are cutting off our family's livelihood!"

They knew that the village chief was very soft-hearted; he had let them go the previous times they had knelt down and begged. This time, they wanted to try it out, since they would get quite a lot from that bag.

Lin Youcai waved his hand: "That's the path to survival you cut off yourself. I can't gamble with the lives of the whole village for your family."

If Lin Youliang's family continues to cause trouble, Lin Laosan's family will find it too troublesome and definitely won't leave with their village. In that case, their chances of survival will be slim.

During this time, Lin Jinyue also figured out the rules of ancient times, that filial piety was of paramount importance.

Wang Chunmei is right. Without the help of the villagers these days, it would be inconvenient for her family to do many things. Moreover, Lin Jinyue's family is getting along very well with the villagers and doesn't want to leave. It's not easy to find such reliable allies again.

Lin Jinyue had been annoyed by her aunt's occasional sarcastic remarks over the past few days, and had been looking for an opportunity to distance herself from them.

The people who fled famine were already under immense pressure, living in constant fear, and this added trouble made things even worse.

Lin Jinyue was about to speak when she didn't expect that Boss Lin and Wang Chunmei would slide to their knees so quickly.