Old Mrs. Sun thought about it and agreed that her request wasn't excessive.

"Third brother, after Mother passed away, could you visit my grave more often and burn more paper money? Even if you're not in the village, could you tell the servants to check on me every two or three months and burn more gold and silver at my grave?"

You know there are many people working below, and the expenses are high. It's not just your father; there are also many ancestors, and they are all very poor.

*Smack!*

The two brothers heard the sound of their hearts breaking again.

Is this all the trivial stuff? You think they can't handle it?

My mother is really no match for my father; she's a very selfish old woman.

Zhao Dashu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was something serious.

"Don't worry, Mother. I'll arrange for two people to clean up your grave every two months and prepare two baskets of paper money. Do you think that's enough?"

Old Mrs. Sun blinked. Perhaps that should be enough?

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now." She closed her eyes and silently shed tears. The worst thing for a person is to know that they are about to die, but they haven't died yet. The thought of that moment makes them panic.

She couldn't think of any other requests she could make; she had no other desire than to continue living.

Seeing that she was asleep, the two brothers were very disappointed.

When you're alone with your mother, have a good talk with her and ask her to find a way to make a request to the third son. Even if it's not for their sake, she should think about her grandson.

Once she leaves, they might cut ties with the third brother, and their family might never return to the prefectural city. There would be no one left in the village they cared about; how could they make demands if they couldn't even see her?

Meeting in person creates a sense of closeness; but if you can't even see each other, what's the difference between that and severing ties?

If Mother cares about them and feels sorry for them, she should take this opportunity to make some plans for them.

"Mother is really not as good as father!" Zhao Dawen couldn't help but sigh as he returned to the house.

If it were their father, he wouldn't need to say a word right now; he would have thought of everything for all of them.

"Of course, if Dad were alive, none of our families would be in the situation we are in now. We would have had him under control when the third son passed the imperial examination. Otherwise, why would I have said before that the wrong person died?"

The most selfish and unreliable person Wang had ever met in her life was her mother-in-law.

She still doesn't plan for her child at all. Is the person in charge even her own child?

"Yes, Mother is unreliable. If it weren't for her back then, the eldest son would still be in school, and the second brother's family would never be in this situation."

Wang's face darkened. "When you're on night watch, remind her not to think about living a few more days. While she still has breath, she should think about how to get more things from the third son and get more benefits for us."

When our lives improve, we'll definitely visit her grave more often and burn paper money for her. We won't worry about those trivial things.

"Oh, and how will the family property be divided? She must have accumulated quite a bit of savings over the years—land, houses, grain, and a considerable amount of fabric and such. Let's see what her plans are."

Zhao Dawen nodded, "I know, I'll ask her when I get the chance."

After his father passed away, everything was given to him. He was the eldest son in the family and the one who broke the basin for his mother. Considering how hard he worked to break the basin, shouldn't we give him everything?

"And your second brother's debts, those must be taken into account when the money is divided, do you understand what I mean?" Madam Wang was really worried sick about the old lady's inheritance, thinking about everything over and over again.

"I remember. Don't worry, the third brother is so rich now, he definitely won't compete with us for that little bit of stuff. Our only rival is the second brother."

“I think so too. Anyway, you’re the eldest son, so don’t try to be forceful. Your mother responds better to gentle persuasion than force. Complain to her more, talk about the past, and try to move her, understand?”

"Understood. It would be best if she could get the money from the third brother. If she asks the third brother for a thousand taels of silver, the third brother would definitely not dare not give it to her now."

Even if my second brother and I split it in half, five hundred taels each would be enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives, wouldn't you say?

"How about two thousand taels, one thousand taels each?"

"What you say is very true, Madam..."