"I also wish I wasn't the biological mother; it's so shameful to have such a son."

Mo Yan looked at the old lady very seriously, "Why don't you find him a new mother?"

Tao Zhengyi's heart skipped a beat; his mother actually wanted to find him a stepmother!

"What nonsense are you talking about? A stepmother can be good to Xiaobao? You woman are really... really... really up to no good." The old lady was so angry that her chest hurt.

"Alright, then what are you still saying? Mom, what brings you here?" She couldn't win an argument with her, and she insisted on coming to make trouble. What could she do?

"I...I came to see my precious grandson, and the first thing I saw was you making him do chores." The remaining old lady couldn't continue, because it was pointless to keep talking; she couldn't win the argument.

"Why don't you help him?" Mo Yan blinked and suggested.

The old lady's eyes lit up when she heard this, "Okay, okay, I'll help him. I'll pick the beans, and my grandson can play."

Mo Yan watched as the old lady happily pulled Tao Zhengyi aside, and then spoke up.

"No, that's not it. If you do it for him, he'll only have the option of becoming a homeless person. Otherwise, when you get old, he won't know anything and will still have to be homeless. You should get used to it in advance. Or you could prepare a pot for him so he can reheat other people's leftovers?"

old lady:"……"

"How could my grandson have come to that? It can't be that bad, can it?" The old lady had a headache. Couldn't this woman say something nice?

"How could it not be? Look at your grandson, he can't do anything right. He can't study, he can't cook, and now he can't even pick beans. What else can he do?"

"How will he live if he doesn't know anything? I certainly won't care. If you're gone, he'll just have to go wandering the streets. If he goes back then, he'll definitely have no future. It's better to go now; at least he'll have experience later."

Mo Yan spoke with a straight face, without a hint of laughter, looking quite serious. This made Tao Zhengyi feel a chill run down his spine; he was determined to learn how to cook!

As for the old lady, she felt her head was hurting even more. How could she have such a mother?

Thinking about it again, my heart aches.

How could her precious grandson suffer like this? Either... or let him do some work?

Oh dear, this won't do, she thought, feeling sorry for him.

"Then don't let me see it, otherwise I'll feel heartbroken. Oh dear, this is terrible, it hurts so much, I'm going back now."

She doesn't feel bad that her grandson isn't doing any work.

"Pfft!" Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh. She never expected that this old lady would be so funny.

"Mom, there's something I need to tell you. How about you and my older brother and sister-in-law come help me with the chores?"

The old lady was stunned when Mo Yan spoke. "What kind of work? Farming? I'll have your older brother and sister-in-law do it."

"The rest is about how it goes. I was thinking that our family needs a business that can be passed down. How about we sell tofu?"

Don't underestimate tofu; it's essential for many things.

"What? People eat that stuff?" The old lady thought it was unlikely.

To put it simply, the old folks cherish their precious child the most; they feel that their child is the most important, and everything else is secondary.

At least they didn't beat or scold their daughters-in-law, nor did they belittle them to nothing.

"Why don't you try making it? Think about it, once our family has a business, things will be different. Your precious child will have money too, and maybe he won't have to be a homeless person anymore, he'll just have to pick up trash?"

old lady:"……"

"Can't my precious son just get better and better? He'll definitely go to university and find a stable job!" The old lady was furious. This is too much!

"What's the point of going to college? Doesn't your son need your financial support too?"

Mo Yan spoke without any mercy, saying, "Don't think I don't know that the old lady has been subsidizing that Tao Ju."

The old lady was embarrassed; how should she put it...?

"Let me put it this way: from now on, our family will be paid according to the amount of work we do. As for your son Tao Ju, if he dares to wrong me, I won't let him off the hook."

This needs to be clarified first.

"Don't worry, he definitely won't dare. Even if you don't agree, I won't agree either." Although Mo Yan's words were harsh and every sentence made her furious, Mo Yan really didn't have any problems.

What if Tao Ju tries to betray Mo Yan, and Mo Yan just beats him to death?

What should we do if Mo Yan takes Xiao Bao away?

Compared to a gold nugget, a son is definitely more important than a gold nugget.

"I really don't believe that." How could she be more important than her son?

The old lady: "..." You don't even believe the truth!

"I'm telling the truth. What I hate most is being betrayed by one's wife." The old lady felt she had to let her know her true thoughts.

"Are you afraid I'll beat your son to death?"

The old lady: "..." I know you still say it.

"Don't worry, I won't kill her, I'll just cripple her." Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at the old lady.

The old lady: "..." It would be better to beat him to death; even if he's crippled, she'll still have to take care of him.

Although the old lady was upset, she still helped make tofu by grinding soybeans with a stone mill and then boiling them to make soy milk.

Mo Yan brought over a white filter cloth.

This white cloth is the kind used for mourning when someone passes away; it's excellent for filtering. Mo Yan simply took five or six pieces from her home.

This is something that happens when someone passes away and they go to help. People will give them a very large ribbon; the larger the ribbon, the more it shows how much they value the person.

What are you going to do with this?

"It's used for filtering; there's a lot of soybean pulp at the bottom of this soy milk."

Mo Yan rarely explained to the old lady, but there was nothing she could do; the four little ones were all too young to help her make soy milk.

"No need for filtering, that's how we do it here."

The old lady thought this was too much trouble.

"So your cooking doesn't taste good."

old lady……

"If you don't help, I'll send your golden nugget over there. You can decide for yourself. There are still so many beans to process over there. I'm not in a hurry."

Mo Yan pointed to the other beans soaking over there and spoke.

Why are you doing all this?!

The old lady was shocked; there were far too many.

“Take it and sell it. You can’t really rely on your parents for support. The key is that you and Dad can’t afford to let your son and grandson live off you.”

The original owner still has a teacher's salary, but it's not much. You can't just sit around and do nothing. This was prepared a long time ago. In the future, it can be turned into a tofu workshop or a tofu processing plant. There are so many things that can be made from tofu.

"Will it sell? It's fine to eat it occasionally, but if you eat it all the time..." The problem is, it's not very tasty.

"I'll take care of this, you don't need to worry about it. And I'll pay you if you help me, how about that?"

"From now on, you'll be rich! You can do whatever you want. Let all the old ladies in the village see that we women can earn big money too!"

The old lady wasn't unwilling to earn money, but she really didn't have any connections. For generations, the villagers had believed that women were useless and that men were the pillars of the family.