A young man in his twenties, upon returning home, must immediately begin preparing for his wedding. Obtaining a homestead is easy; the village can approve it. But where will the money for building a house come from?

Bricks, tiles, and beams—all of those cost money, don't they?

Because of this, Li Jin and Zhao Sufang have been worrying for months, unable to sleep at night, trying to figure out where they can get money.

Li Weijun's demobilization pay should make up the bulk of the salary, and if Li Jin could go to the pumping station, he would also earn twenty or thirty yuan a month.

After the eldest son got married, the second and youngest sons grew up one after another, and they still had to build houses and get married.

He gave all the money he earned in the first twenty years to his mother, and when he had more money later, he had to take care of his own children.

Li Jin felt that his mother must be on the same wavelength as him, but his mother felt a deep sense of betrayal.

The feeling of being out of control sent chills down Li Wanshi's spine.

She's starting to regret it now. Why make such a fuss over a little bit of meat? She wasn't short of food anyway.

Li Wanshi never expected that this would lead her eldest son to talk about taking care of his parents in their old age.

It's not that she was biased; she was thirty-four when she gave birth to Li Song. Because of insufficient breast milk, Li Song was thin and weak from a young age. When he finally grew up, he married a wife who was not satisfactory, so she couldn't help but favor him a little.

She would agree to have her eldest and second sons pay grain and money monthly, but she felt a little uncomfortable about having her youngest son do the same, though she couldn't voice this.

Li Wanshi's eyes darted around, and she forced a smile. "Alright, I'll discuss it with your father, my son."

Li Xiangdong snorted again. As long as his father stood firm, let's see if his grandmother would dare to cause trouble again!