When Old Man Guan came back from delivering the meal, he saw the couple sitting there with a silly grin on their faces. "What happened? Did you pick up some money?"

Mancang: "Where can I find it? Uncle Guan, please throw some away."

Guan Laotou: "You don't expect me to be good."

"I can't take out those things. I don't have anything to give to my third brother when he gets married." Old man Guan looked at the full warehouse.

Mancang said: "Uncle Guan, how much do you want to give to the third brother? You brought back so much from your servants last time, isn't it enough? Don't give too much, save some for Xiaoyu."

He had really forgotten about the old man's dead eyes. He was still in the donkey shed in the second brother's house.

"Uncle Guan, if you find those things underground, we will find a way to get them out." Wu Zhiqiu saw that Old Man Guan asked, and he was afraid that he had some ideas.

"What would I do with that thing? I can't spend the money in my hand even if I die. I was just confused and forgot that I had other things. I will get the things in the evening. Please keep them for me when I bring them back." Old Man Guan forgot about those things for a while.

"Just put it in your own home. There's no place to put it in ours." Mancang said quickly.

"There's no room in my house. Let me take a look. Why not leave it there? No one can figure out where to put things."

Mancang: "If you don't take your family, who are you guarding against?"

Old Man Guan: "You're asking nonsense. I'm looking for a partner to serve me till death, not to inherit my property. All my property belongs to Xiaoyu."

Mancang was secretly complaining, you have been struggling for all these years but still haven't given birth to a son, who else should you give the son to if not Xiaoyu?

"If you don't give the old lady some sweet treats, she will serve you to death one day." Mancang joked.

Old man Guan patted his hand and said, "Nephew, why don't you take care of me in my old age? I don't trust anyone else."

Mancang patted his chest and said "No problem". He had received such a great benefit from Old Man Guan, so shouldn't he be provided for his retirement? From the day he took the other person's things, he would always take care of Old Man Guan and Xiaoyu.

Old Man Guan snorted. "Boring! Not as likable as the third brother."

The warehouse is full...you just keep arguing.

Old man Guan went out for a while and came back with his hands behind his back.

Mancang blinked his eyes and said, "Aren't you going to get something?"

"Why are you taking it so early? You're getting married tomorrow? Don't you have room for it at home?"

After three consecutive blows, Mancang shrank his head and went back to sleep.

Old man Guan sighed. How could Mancang, who was so honest, give birth to that third brother? Living here is so empty, lonely and cold.

The next day, when Old Man Guan went to deliver lunch in the morning, he saw Old Lady Zhao standing at the school gate.

"Old man, why haven't you come home these days? I was so worried." When Old Mrs. Zhao saw Old Man Guan, she hurried over and grabbed his hand.

"What are you worried about? When I die, you can go back to your son," said old man Guan calmly.

The old lady gently hit the old man Guan and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? A house full of children is not as good as a couple who got married halfway. If anything happens to you, I won't be able to live with you." Her tone was gentle but blaming.

Old man Guan used to be quite fond of this. Old lady Zhao was gentle and considerate, and Old man Guan was very happy after wasting most of his life on her.

Now she was unhappy and had nothing nice to say. "You had five children with the man before you, and he died. Why didn't you follow me?"

Old Mrs. Zhao...

"How can you say such things and hurt my heart? The man before me beat me, and I endured it for decades for the sake of my children. I don't have any thoughts about him. You are different. You are good to me and let me live a good life. How can I not worry about you? Woo woo..." Old Mrs. Zhao wiped her tears and sobbed.

Xiaoyu and Manman stood inside the fence and stretched their necks to look out.

"Is that old lady your hind milk?" Manman asked.