"Okay, let's eat first. Tomorrow we will all harvest cabbage." Zhao Daqing tapped his pipe and glanced at his eldest daughter-in-law.

These two children were led astray by this woman.

Dinner was still the Zhao family’s specialty, a pot of corn and multi-grain porridge, a steamed bun for each person, and a plate of pickles.

The food that usually tasted delicious was now hard for anyone in the Zhao family to eat.

Compared to the ones next door, what are they eating?

Zhao Yongqiang took a big bite of the steamed bread and thought to himself, "Qian Chunhua, that damn bitch, spends my money on delicious food and spicy drinks every day. It seems that I have to move my plan forward."

At night, lying on the bed, smelling the meat in the air, Cuihong felt indignant. Why was Qian Chunhua still living such a prosperous life after the breakup of the engagement, while her family still had to eat steamed corn bread every day?

Zhao Yongqiang sneered, "That's a silly woman. She spent all the money in a few seconds. What will we do in the future?"

After saying this, Zhao Yongqiang rolled his eyes at Cuihong and raised his chin towards the corner where they hid the silver. "We also have silver, more than she does. But we are not as stupid as her, who only cares about pleasure."

We should save this money for Qingyun, so that he can use it when he takes the exam for a scholar or even a juren in the future."

After hearing this, Cuihong stopped complaining. Compared with bringing honor to her family, she felt that she could tolerate not being able to eat meat.

"Let me go see Qingyun. The kid hasn't eaten much the whole day." After getting up, Cuihong went to the next room.

In the next room, Zhao Qingshui was lying on one side of the bed, Zhao Qingyun was lying on the other side of the bed, and Zhao Qingshui's stinky feet were placed next to Zhao Qingyun's head.

Cuihong had long been accustomed to this situation and didn't pay any attention to it. After all, it had been like this for more than ten days. In the past, Qingsong always slept like this, smelling Zhao Qingshui's stinky feet.

Seeing Cuihong, Zhao Qingyun cried out in grievance, "Mom."

Cuihong hurriedly stepped forward and touched Zhao Qingyun's forehead. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhao Qingyun shook his head weakly without saying anything. The smell of Zhao Qingyun's feet beside him made him hold his breath.

Cuihong was relieved, "It's good that you're fine. Your elder brother is with you. You can let him do anything."

After a few simple words of greeting, Cuihong turned and walked out of the room.

Zhao Qingyun closed his eyes in disappointment. On the bedside was a bowl of cold well water. This was the care his elder brother gave him.

Zhao Qingyun remembered that when he was sick in the past, his second aunt, who was still his mother at that time, would specially make noodles with kimchi for him. A bowl of sour and spicy noodles, with a fried egg. After eating it, he would sweat profusely and it seemed as if his illness was almost healed.

Even when her mother was busy, Xiao Ling would come to take care of her and give her hot water to drink, never letting her drink a sip of cold water.

Zhao Qingyun felt extremely uncomfortable, staring at the door, hoping that Second Aunt would appear in front of the door and continue to ask about his well-being.

Zhao Qingshui glanced at Zhao Qingyun sideways. He had disliked this cousin since he was a child. The cousin thought he was superior to others because he had attended a private school, and he never looked at him straight in the eye.

Now that he knew that he was actually his own brother, Zhao Qingshui felt even more aggrieved. Why could you enter the private school but I couldn't?

Now I have to look for wild vegetables and pig grass every day, while you can sit comfortably in the private school and go to school.

Zhao Qingshui started to provoke Zhao Qingyun, "Second Aunt must have cooked meat today. They cooked it all afternoon. Tell me, are you stupid? It's so good to follow Second Aunt. We ate meat yesterday and we can eat meat again today."

Zhao Qingshui swallowed his saliva and glanced at his silly brother who he had just recognized. He was a scholar, but he didn't understand this simple truth. He must have followed his mother who could eat meat.