Although the old lady told the third son not to tell anyone, Chen Fugui had been speaking loudly in the house, and Dalan, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard everything clearly.

Dalan didn't dare to talk back to her mother-in-law directly, so she secretly found Chen Laoda, who had just returned from work, and told him about it.

“When your mother came back from your sister’s place, she was carrying a huge bag of things and wouldn’t let me touch it. She turned around and took the whole bag to your brother’s room.”

"I heard your sister really is a factory manager in Nanxian now. The measuring cup must be a good thing she brought back from your sister."

Dalan couldn't help but complain that her mother-in-law was too biased. She couldn't even touch that big bag, and she turned around and eagerly sent it to the third son's room.

Chen the eldest felt wronged by his parents' favoritism, but he was a cowardly person. "Your parents have their own plans. Don't worry about Da Lan's matter."

Dalan was helpless when she encountered a husband who didn't fight for anything. She could only frown and look unhappy.

"Dalan, where the hell have you been? I asked you to light a fire and cook, where did you go to slack off?"

Song Xiaofen's voice came from outside, and Dalan seemed startled, quickly replying, "Mother, tell me to come right away."

She quickly opened the door and went out. When the old lady saw her, she kept muttering, "I must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to marry a daughter-in-law like you. You're lazy and good for nothing!"

"We don't keep idle people in our family. A hen that doesn't lay eggs isn't allowed to eat tonight!"

Dalan didn't dare to make a sound. She lowered her head and ran to the kitchen, where she busied herself in front of the sweltering stove, occasionally raising her hand to secretly wipe away her tears.

Dalan prepared dinner, but because of her mother-in-law's words, she didn't dare to sit at the table to eat, so she took a small stool and sat down next to her.

Drunk, Chen Fugui got up, plopped down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat.

Everyone started eating after seeing Chen Fugui pick up his chopsticks.

Song Xiaofen brought back a lot of vegetables from Chen Yunyun, but she couldn't bear to cook them and hid them in the cupboard.

So the family ate a very simple meal.

“Eldest son, your father and I have discussed it. We’ll have your younger brother stay with Zhaodi for a while. You can also help your brother with the farm work and other tasks at the farm.”

“Even though your brother isn’t here, you should help him earn work points. We’re all family.”

Old Chen paused, his head buried in his bowl. Hearing this, he simply nodded silently, offering no objection.

Seeing her husband looking so useless and unable to utter a word, Dalan couldn't help but whisper, "Mom, how can he possibly manage so much work?"

These days, farm work in the production team is anything but easy, and work points aren't so easy to earn either.

Song Xiaofen flinched, "You have no right to speak here!"

After being scolded by the old lady, Dalan had almost no courage left, and she reluctantly shut her mouth.

After scolding Dalan, the old lady changed her expression and kindly served food to Chen Laosan, saying, "Laosan is still growing, so you should eat more. It won't be easy for you to work for Zhaodi in the future."

Chen Laosan smugly ate the sweet potato in his bowl, "Mom, don't worry, I'll make money and give you a good life."

"I'm not like that ungrateful Zhao Di, who doesn't even come home to visit after she's made it big, or send anything home. When I get there, I'll give her a good talking to!"

When Chen Yunyun was at home, she was often bullied by Chen Laosan, and her status was only slightly higher than that of Dalan.

Therefore, Chen Laosan didn't have much respect for his older sister. All he wanted was for Chen Yunyun to hand over the factory director position to him so he could go to Xujia Village to enjoy a life of luxury.

The old man, who had been silently eating and drinking, suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes. His voice, hoarse and rough from years of drinking, said, "I'm going too."

Chen Laosan was displeased and immediately retorted, "Dad, what are you going to do? You're so old, you don't want to be the factory manager, do you?"

Chen Laosan panicked. He had finally managed to become a factory manager so he could brag to Wang Ermazi in the village. He couldn't let his father steal the job.

Before Chen Fugui could even speak, Song Xiaofen slammed down her chopsticks. She looked at Chen Laoda, then at Chen Laosan, and said angrily, "You child, what did I tell you before!"

Chen Laoda was unaware that Chen Laosan had been appointed as the factory director.

Fearing that Chen Laoda would think she was being biased, Song Xiaofen specifically instructed Chen Laosan not to let it slip.

That bastard Chen Laosan, he forgot about it as soon as he turned his back.

"Mom, why are you blaming me? It's just that Dad said he wanted to go too, and I was in a hurry."

"To be the factory manager?" Old Chen finally raised his head. His face was covered with spots from long-term sun exposure, and his face was full of doubt. "Is the third brother going there to be the factory manager?"

Since even her eldest son had asked, the old lady could only smile sheepishly and say, "Yes."

She kept her eyes fixed on Boss Chen, because she was actually worried that he might have something to say about it.

After all, she has two sons, and the eldest is the most obedient, always following her arrangements. If this matter creates a rift between them, things will get complicated.

Fortunately, Old Chen didn't seem particularly agitated. After learning about it, he just listened calmly and said, "Then, Third Brother, you do a good job."

Da Lan, standing behind him, was exasperated, and almost twisted the hem of his clothes to shreds.

"See? I knew it! Big brother is so generous, and you were keeping it all from me, Mother!"

Song Xiaofen was speechless after being told off by her third son. She kicked Chen Laosan under the table and then put the last piece of green vegetable from her bowl into her eldest son's bowl.

"Eat more, boss. You have to go to work. It's all physical labor and it's very hard."

"After your brother passed away, the family will all depend on you."

Chen the eldest nodded, "Mother, I know."

The old lady then smiled with relief.

Chen Laosan interjected, "By the way, Dad, did you go there to compete with me for the factory manager position? Let me make this clear, I don't care what you do there, I'm taking the factory manager position."

The old man continued eating his food, ignoring what Chen Laosan was saying.

The next day, the two elders and the young man of the Chen family packed their clothes and prepared to go to Nanxian to find Chen Yunyun.

Song Xiaofen was worried that they wouldn't be able to find their way, so she followed them.

"Yes, this is Xiyun Commune. Ask any person on the street if they know Chen Yunyun, and they will all know her."

“Last time I came to find her, some damned guy gave me the wrong directions, and I had to walk for a whole day and night before I finally found Xu Family Village.”

Speaking of this, Song Xiaofen gets angry!

Chen Laosan stood on the side of the street, his posture unsteady, and whenever he saw a young woman passing by, he would give her a flirtatious whistle.

A young girl glared at him and called him a pervert.

Instead of getting angry, Chen Laosan laughed, "I am a hooligan, so what? Are you going to send someone to arrest me?"

"Hmph, don't you even know who I am? Chen Yunyun is my older sister, and I'll be in charge of her raw material factory from now on!"

"Hey little girl, wanna hang out with me? I'll make sure you live a life of luxury every day."