"I'm your father."

"What dad? The dad who plotted against me behind my back? Are you worthy enough to do that? Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs. You are worse than an animal." Although Yang Xiaobei was the one who fanned the flames behind the scenes, Yang Xiaobei's broken heart still ached when he heard that Yang Zhiguo chose to sacrifice himself without hesitation.

Yang Zhiguo was originally a little embarrassed, but when he heard Yang Xiaobei calling him worse than a beast, he became extremely angry and felt that his authority was challenged.

"You heard me, didn't you? Okay, I'm telling you, I'm your father. I gave you your life, and I raised you. If I tell you to go to the countryside, you have to go. You owe me this, and you don't have to come back in the future."

Yang Xiaobei laughed heartily. "You supported me, and you're not afraid of being laughed at for saying this. Just go to the compound and shout, and see if anyone dares to answer you? You're so shameless! I've been helping with housework since I was old enough to understand. I do half of the housework, and I also glue matchboxes together to supplement the family income. Taking all these into account, I supported myself, so stop flattering yourself."

Yang Xiaobei laughed a little crazily. "If you want to secretly sign me up, go ahead. I won't stop you. Anyway, you guys are with me farming, so what am I afraid of? We are a family and we share the good and the bad."

Yang Zhiguo and his son: "..." The fourth brother is really crazy. He wants to take his whole family with him to be buried even if he dies.

Yang Zhiguo covered up his panic with anger, "How dare you? How could I give birth to such an unfilial thing like you?"

"What else could it be? Of course it's hereditary. If you can be so cruel as to eat your own cubs, why can't I sacrifice my own family for the sake of justice? Don't you think it's ridiculous that you, a wicked bamboo, can produce any good shoots?"

Yang Zhiguo pointed at Yang Xiaobei and said, "You...you...you should have been drowned when you were born."

Seeing that the time was almost right, Yang Xiaobei said what he wanted to say the most, "It's a pity that you no longer have a chance. With a scum like you, it seems like I'm happy to be your son."

"If you don't want to be in charge, then get out. Get out of this house immediately."

"Why should I leave? You helped your sons graduate from high school and find jobs, so of course I want to too. I'm going to provide for you two in your old age just like them anyway. Why should they have what I don't? I won't do business that puts me at a disadvantage."

"Get out of here! I don't need you to support me in my old age. I have plenty of sons. Who cares about you?"

Yang Xiaobei didn't trust you at all. "How can you believe your lies? I'm not a three-year-old child, who are you trying to fool? With your biased minds, you will definitely shamelessly ask me to support you in your old age. What's the point of just talking? If you have the guts, write it down in black and white! I will respect you as a real man."

"Okay, I'll write this. I'm severing our father-son relationship. I gave you your life. Bring me two hundred yuan to buy it. Don't say you don't have money. Educated youth sent to the countryside get at least two hundred yuan in subsidies. Keep the money for buying your life. From now on, we owe each other nothing. We can just treat each other as strangers if we meet on the road."

Yang Xiaobei's veins were bulging with anger, his fists clenched tightly, and the fierceness in his eyes was terrifying. "Okay, fine, I, Yang Xiaobei, will spend these two hundred yuan to buy your life today. From now on, we'll be strangers. Just wait while I write a severance agreement. Whoever doesn't sign it today will die a miserable death."

Yang Xiaobei stormed back to his little room, slammed the door shut, and locked it. Then, he sat down on his bed, pulled out the pre-written severance agreement from his pocket, filled in the required amount, and read it over again, adding a few more sentences to make sure it wasn't too late.

As long as the entire Yang family signs, he won't have to worry about the Yang family using filial piety to pressure him anymore. After signing, he can put an advertisement in the newspaper, and then he will have no relationship with the Yang family at all.

When Yang Xiaobei heard the noise outside, he knew that the others had returned. Yang Xiaobei did not go out immediately, but gave them a few minutes to communicate with each other, so as to avoid wasting time talking to that group of people.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Yang Xiaobei immediately changed his expression, his face becoming gloomy with a hint of madness.

Yang Xiaobei slammed the severance agreement and pen on the table. "The severance agreement is ready. Now that everyone is here, we can sign it. It also saves me the trouble of looking for everyone one by one."

Yang Xiaobei shook the IOU in his hand and said, "Sign your name and give it to you. I'll go to the Youth League Office to register this afternoon and pay you back as soon as I get the money."

Yang Zhiguo picked up the agreement and began to read it. The more he read, the darker his face became, and the veins on his hands bulged.

Yang Xiaobei was worried that Yang Zhiguo would tear up the agreement, so he deliberately said in a cold voice: "Yang Zhiguo, I tell you, if you dare to tear up this agreement, I will never write a second one. Let's torture each other for the rest of our lives!"

"What a crap thing you wrote!"

"Which of what I wrote above isn't true? I really don't know what you're so angry about. You're feeling guilty! Are you using your anger to cover up your guilt? No way, do you still have any sense of shame?"

Zhao Cuihua yelled angrily, "Fourth Brother, how could you speak to your father like that? Apologize immediately."

"I apologize to your mother, who do you think you are?"

"Yang Zhiguo, are you going to sign? Or not? Give me a definite answer. Stop dithering and wasting my time."

"From now on, I will just pretend that you are no longer my son." Yang Zhiguo said and signed his name.

Yang Xiaobei: "Comrade Zhao Cuihua, it's your turn."

Zhao Cuihua picked up the agreement and read it, her face full of reluctance. "Fourth Brother, how can we sever ties? We are family!"

Yang Xiaobei interrupted Zhao Cuihua and said, "We're a family! If you can guarantee that I don't have to go to the countryside and have a job like your first two sons, then we're a family, and you don't have to sign."

Zhao Cuihua was stunned. How could she guarantee that? Even if the family could find a job, priority would be given to the third son, and the fourth son would definitely have to go to the countryside.

"Fourth brother, you have to understand our difficulties. We can't find so many jobs at home. You are more capable and smarter than your third brother. Why don't you go to the countryside first? After two years, when we have saved enough money, we will buy you a job and bring you back, okay?" Let's calm the fourth brother down first.

"Zhao Cuihua, your cake is really well drawn. Unfortunately, I have a poor appetite and I can't bite it. You should keep it for your three good sons! They will definitely love it."

"Comrade Yang Zhiguo, my time is very valuable."

"Zhao Cuihua, sign your name. Why are you being so fussy? Why keep such an unfilial son around? He should be kicked out. Sign and get him out."

Zhao Cuihua signed her name with tears in her eyes.

"And you three, sign your names too. I feel unlucky to have brothers like you. Don't come after me when I become rich and powerful."