"Are you out of your mind? Didn't I tell you to eat your fill and get lost, and not to bother your grandma? Can't you use your brain? Don't you know what time it is? You're only happy when you've killed our whole family, right?"

Zhao Dayong unleashed a torrent of abuse on his youngest son. He was furious; the brat was a real handful and only caused him trouble.

Everyone's been working hard to get their mother's secret stash of money lately, but now with Sanzhuzi's actions, it's obvious he's finished.

My mother is very petty; he definitely won't get a share.

Zhao Dayong was furious. He kicked Sanzhuzi twice, but without putting any force into it. He really wanted to kick the troublesome bastard to death.

“Dad, I just wanted to apologize to Grandma because she’s dying, but I didn’t expect her to react so strongly when she saw me. It’s been so long, why can’t she let it go? Grandma is so petty.”

He had almost forgotten about it, but he never expected that she would still hold a grudge against him.

Is it really necessary to go to such lengths for one's own grandson?

Zhao Dayong was utterly helpless. "Get out of here. Don't come here again anytime soon."

Sanzhu muttered a few words and then left alone, not heading home. Zhao Dayong didn't have the energy to deal with him; let him do whatever he wanted.

After regaining her senses, Mrs. Sun, deeply saddened by her actions, decided never to forgive her second son's family again.

These people didn't care about her at all; they brought along people they disliked to annoy her.

The old woman approached Zhao Dashu again to discuss their private savings. Zhao Dashu was speechless. It was just a small thing, was it really worth making such a fuss?

Can't tell the difference, huh?

If she had a lot of money, she would be so worried that she wouldn't be able to leave.

And why does she keep contacting him? He swore that everyone else might want her money, but he didn't, he really didn't.

Who knew that Mother really intended to give him all the money? It scared me to death.

He refused.

In the end, it was decided not to give Zhaodi her share either. All the silver was divided into three parts. Apart from giving Maihua five taels of silver, the three brothers split it equally.

Whoever wants the land and house should pay for it; they shouldn't sell them and split the profits equally.

Zhao Dashu thought this was a good way to divide things, at least it was fair.

He didn't want all of his mother's money, which made his meaning very clear: he didn't forgive them for what they had done in the past, so he didn't want people to say that his mother loved him, spoiled him, and gave him everything.

It's all just a matter of saving face between us.

Once the decision was made, Zhao Dashu, fearing that things might change over time, did not want to delay any longer.

"Eldest brother, second brother, Mother has something to say to us, please come in."

The clan chief was also summoned in to serve as a witness.

The amount of food was quite substantial when given to one person, but when divided equally among the three, there was not much to say. Zhao Dawen was extremely disappointed, as was Zhao Dayong.

In the end, what he received wasn't even as much as what he gave his mother over the years; he's really at a loss.

"Third brother, have we run out of money for Mother's medical treatment?"

"What do you think? Second brother, shouldn't you check carefully? It's all gone long ago. I've been paying for everything since then, especially this time when we came back. Eldest brother, second brother, do you want to know how much it cost? Do you want to calculate it with me?"

The two of them shut up at the same time; they couldn't outmaneuver the third brother.

When the time comes and we do the math, we might find that we don't even have any of these benefits, and we might even need subsidies.

Oh right, the funeral expenses for Mother haven't been settled yet. It seems we won't get much money. We'll have to wait until after the funeral to see how much is left before we can divide it up. What else is there?

Zhao Dawen turned and left, no longer needing to coax his mother.

The clan chief shook his head as he looked at them. What use were these unfilial sons?

Aside from the third brother, who's incredibly rich and doesn't care about anything, the others are really awful. I'll definitely have a good talk with his underlings after he goes down; he has terrible taste, none of the girls he's set his sights on are good.

Looking at others and reflecting on oneself, if he were to pass away and his children were to suffer the same fate, how heartbroken and disappointed he would be?

No, his family would never treat him like that.

Zhao Dashu went out of the house and saw his second brother sitting in the yard, sulking in the cold wind. He sat down next to him.

"Third brother, do you think Mother is getting senile? Doesn't she know who in the family is in the most difficult situation?"