"Third brother, hurry up and find someone to inform Maihua."

Zhao Dashu said helplessly, "Second brother, you guys are pretty unreliable when it comes to doing things."

How could his father have the nerve to call him unreliable before? Is there anyone more reliable than him in their family now?

What a terrible thing to do.

In recent days, Zhao Ruxin and Zhao Zhaodi have been spending the most time with Old Mrs. Sun.

Zhao Ruxin, in particular, is very talkative and can always make the old lady forget that she is sick and laugh heartily.

The old lady accepted the fact that she was critically ill and no longer felt resistant to people who came to visit her.

Her eldest granddaughter told her that as long as she was in a good mood and could endure it, she might not die.

She loved hearing those words. Over the years, countless doctors had told her that her health was failing and that she might not make it through the rest of her life, but year after year, she lived a perfectly healthy life.

You should only listen to 30% of what the doctor says, no, at most only 10%.

She felt fine; look, she could eat all three meals a day and even chat with her granddaughter and guests.

He was in incredibly good spirits.

Xiaomaihua felt a pang of sadness. She didn't know why her mother didn't seem as affectionate towards her this time.

It seems she is closer to Ruxin.

No, her husband and mother-in-law had told her to find a way to get the money from her mother. Even if she didn't get the house, she should at least get a share of her mother's land.

She left nothing for me when she left, but this time, as my mother departs, I must fight for her life.

An acre of land is worth more than ten taels of silver. Even if we only give her one acre, it's fine. More than ten taels of silver is enough to marry off several daughters-in-law, so we don't have to worry about our son's marriage.

Zhao Maihua held up a bowl of brown sugar water. "Mom, I just made this brown sugar water, would you like a bowl? It's very sweet."

Old Mrs. Sun now vividly remembered the doctor's instructions and rolled her eyes at her youngest daughter. "Don't you know what I can't eat? Is this something I can drink? The doctor just warned me against eating sweets, and you turn around and make me a bowl of brown sugar water? What's the meaning of that?"

Zhao Maihua was stunned. Had the doctor given her those instructions? Why didn't she remember?

"Can't drink? Okay, we won't drink. Mom, what do you want to eat? I'll go to the kitchen and make it for you, okay?"

The thing Old Mrs. Sun least wants to talk about now is food. She forces herself to eat every meal because she can't not eat; people will die if they don't eat.

Therefore, she is extremely annoyed when her daughter mentions eating.

"I'm not hungry, Ruxin just needs to stay with me. You can go about your business."

Zhao Maihua's face fell; she was unhappy. What exactly did her mother mean? She hadn't treated her like this before. What's wrong now? Has her personality changed completely?

What to do? Her mother doesn't like her and definitely won't give her the money.

Zhao Maihua stamped her foot in frustration and glared fiercely at Zhao Ruxin. Zhao Ruxin brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, pretending not to see them.

At this point, everyone knows what they want, and it's just a matter of each person relying on their own abilities.

To be honest, Zhao Zhaodi actually admired Zhao Ruxin quite a bit. Her grandmother was such a difficult person, yet she managed to handle her.

Every time she watched them chat, she felt like she couldn't join in. She wondered how her older cousin managed to do it all? Where did she get so many interesting things to tell Grandma?

The most important thing is that the milk is susceptible to her charm.

No wonder she was able to take control of the household after getting married; she's definitely got some skills.

That night, Zhao Dawen kept watch. After everyone else went to rest, he also sent the old woman who was keeping watch away.

"Mother, are you going to sleep?"

"No," Old Mrs. Sun said, yawning and forcing herself to speak.

She's a little afraid to sleep now, afraid that she might fall asleep and never wake up.

"I have something I'd like to talk to you about, is that alright?"

"Go ahead and say it," the old woman said listlessly, yawning again.

It's good to talk to her; talking to her might help her clear her head.

Sleeping is a terrible thing. The old man just kept sleeping and sleeping and sleeping, and then he never woke up again.