Song Nuannuan, a Chinese herbal medicine merchant, was required by her grandmother to return home and inherit the family business. Just as she reached the doorstep, she died.
Upon waking, she...
"Why are you so angry, kid? You're always saying you're going to fight to the death. We, the elders, will definitely stand up for you.
Don't worry, your family's food belongs to you siblings, and the land is also yours. No one can take it away. The villagers will help you move it there later.
Isn't it leaking over there? Just remove the tiles over here as well."
The village chief quickly came up with a solution. "Of course, you can let your uncle and his family leave and you guys come back. But there's nothing wrong with your grandparents living here."
Song Nuannuan naturally wouldn't live with the two old people. Living together would mean serving them. "No need, we can just live at the foot of the mountain. I can take care of my younger brothers and sisters myself.
Just give us our food, and I want to rent our land to Uncle Niu, and give us some food every year."
Song Nuannuan had already chosen the candidates. Uncle Niu was strong and most importantly, he had several sons. If a long list of people stood up, their whole family would be scared!
Uncle Niu's family was large but his land was limited, so naturally he was willing. Besides, he wouldn't let Nuannuan and her siblings suffer. "No problem, uncle will definitely not let you suffer. I'll give you 30% of the crops from the land. If the harvest is bad, I'll also give you 300 kilograms of rice. You can pick as many vegetables as you want from my house."
Seeing that Uncle Niu agreed, the old man was unhappy, "That won't work. What about our land..."
Song Nuannuan interrupted the old man, "Grandpa, you're wrong! That's our family's land. We can give it to whoever we want. If we give it to Uncle Niu, we can still have food to eat. If we give it to you, we won't even get a single shell!"