Back then, Wang Tianxiao's father, Wang Fusheng, accidentally fell into an abandoned pit courtyard while buying hair in Lijia Village. When he was found, he had already been dead for most of the day.

Zhang Meifeng then channeled this resentment into her hatred for Lijia Village, believing her husband had been murdered. Consequently, she harbored even less affection for Li Yali, the daughter-in-law from Lijia Village.

In short, it was a complete mess. Even though she knew in her heart that it had nothing to do with Li Yali, there were still knots in her heart that she couldn't untie.

"Mom, I will live my own life. Whether I am ashamed or not is my business. You don't need to worry about me anymore."

Wang Tianxiao said calmly, then added, "Also, I hope you won't speak ill of my father-in-law in the future. I don't like hearing it. He's my wife's father, which means he's my elder. He didn't marry his daughter to me to be mistreated."

"Second brother, you..."

"That's it, Mom. Don't force me. You know my temperament. If you continue like this, I don't know how to get along with you. I've always been very filial to you. If you love your child too, please don't make things difficult for me."

After saying that, he left without waiting for his mother to say anything.

Pushing the small wheelbarrow back to the edge of the cliff, his father-in-law was still waiting for him all alone. After taking the wheelbarrow, his father-in-law said, "Then I'll go back." After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, reached into his clothes, and shakily pulled out a dark handkerchief from his inner pocket.

As you peel back the layers, you'll find a ten-yuan note, several one-yuan notes, and some small change.

He kept the money and the coins for himself, but stuffed all the ten-odd yuan on top into Wang Tianxiao's hands. "Lili is about to give birth, so she needs to eat well. She's always been in poor health, so we can't let her develop any health problems."

Looking at the money in his hand, Wang Tianxiao was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Li Wanfu learned carpentry from others and made a living by making handles for farm tools and weaving baskets. He was a migrant to Lijia Village from another place. Although he took the surname Li, he did not own any land and relied on these skills to make a living.

He knew exactly how much money he could earn, and he had to secretly give it to his daughter without telling his children. He had painstakingly saved it up for who knows how long, truly saving every penny.