"I didn't eat it. It doesn't taste good raw."

A Yuan said obediently to his grandmother, shaking his head.

Old Mrs. Yang: ...What you said, you haven’t eaten it, but you must have tasted it!

Old Mrs. Yang was not very confident about Yuan. She always felt that this fool would secretly take a bite of raw mushrooms when she wasn't paying attention.

It was not easy to just chase away the granddaughter who was so eager to help, so he had to pick out the wild fruits mixed in with the mushrooms and let Yuan wash them and share them with the children.

A Yuan happily left with a bunch of fruits.

Carry the fruit to the kitchen and put it in a basin, then scoop water from the water tank to wash it.

Second aunt, Xiao Yang, was preparing dinner in the kitchen. Seeing that she was washing too slowly, she came over to help her. After she finished washing, she unceremoniously picked out the largest and reddest fruits.

Under A Yuan's gaze, he gave all the big fruits to Fubao at the door.

Yuan: ...bad guy!!!

Yuan's accusing look was so obvious that it was difficult for Xiao Yang to pretend not to see it, so she could only say:

"Your eldest brother has become an adult this year, and your second brother will also become an adult next year. They are no longer children.

Their fruit will not be divided.”

Men in Daxia were considered adults at the age of thirteen. They could be allocated permanent land and get married, but the required age for military service was sixteen.

If a woman is unmarried after the age of 18, she has to pay five times the head tax.

In other words, people between the ages of sixteen and eighteen are considered real adults!

Usually, the food distributed among the children at home is also given to Dalangge.

A Yuan felt that nothing his second aunt said was reliable, so he ran to the main house with the basin in his arms.

Soon, old Yang's full-throated roar could be heard from the big house:

"Yang Xiaocao! Give the fruit back! It's such a nice day, don't force me to go out and beat you up!"

Young Yang: ...! ! This stubborn kid doesn't care if he doesn't want to, why does he complain? !

Little Yang didn't understand why it was a good idea to file a complaint and why A Yuan should worry less.

Little Yang could only see A Yuan proudly carrying the basin to her.

Little Yang angrily threw all the fruits she had taken back from her daughter into the basin. A Yuan didn't care until he made sure that none of them had been bitten.

Just divide the fruits into piles, one for each of you and me, making sure everyone gets a big one, and then give the divided fruits to Fubao.

She then delivered fruits to other people's rooms one by one. After she finished, Yuan held her own fruits and gave the most beautiful one to her most powerful grandmother!

By the way, there was also a grandfather who was always lying down and being lazy, greedy for the children's fruits, and kept asking for fruits in his mouth, and even took a big one and left...

After dividing all the fruits, he returned to the house with the remaining fruits, feeling satisfied.

Fu Dabai, the father who was also lying down and lazy, took a look at his daughter's fruit the moment she entered the room and said with a smile:

"My daughter, share one with your father."

The mushroom incident was not over yet, so it would be strange for Yuan to pay any attention to him. He snorted unceremoniously, climbed onto the kang, stepped over him and took out a small cross-body cloth bag from the cage.

He put all the fruits in it, put them on his back, and ran away.

Fu Dabai sighed: "...This temper is up to your mother! It's hard to deal with!"

Yuan carried a small bag with her delicious fruits and prepared to go to the village entrance to listen to the old lady chat before dinner.

While Xiao Yang, who was cooking dinner, hid in the kitchen and secretly complained to Fu Bao again:

"When mom has money, she will take my baby and move out, so that she won't have to deal with the old lady's annoyance anymore.

By then, we can do whatever we want and no one can interfere. Our family has saved up at least four or five taels of silver, but we are reluctant to share any of it with our sons.

They hold the money in their hands and are so stingy that they don't even want to buy a piece of meat. Mother wants to nourish your body, but she is afraid that the smell of cooking meat will be smelled by them, so they start to meddle in your affairs.

When we move out, mom will cook meat for you every day. Baoer can eat whatever he wants. The old lady can’t control me even if she wants to!

What's the point of a few broken fruits? Who cares? When the time comes, mother will take my baby to the county to buy better food!"

Fubao sat next to Xiao Yang and tilted his head curiously:

"Mom, is it so good to move out?"

Since Fubao was old enough to understand, he often heard Xiao Yang talk about wanting to move out, but most of the time it was when she was counting her pocket money, and she would mutter something like that the money was not enough and she had to continue saving.

This is the first time I've heard something so specific. I always feel like I heard something similar when I was very young, and she seemed to agree with it!

Fubao pondered.

Young Yang replied, "Of course, the old lady is the boss at home now, and when we move out, it will be my mother who will be the boss.

My baby will be able to live a better life!"

Fubao couldn't remember when he had heard similar words before, but he understood that this was a good thing for him, and that was a very important thing!

Fubao seems to be born to be good to himself and knows how to be good to himself. For example, now Fubao asked Xiao Yang:

"Mom, when can we move out?"

Xiao Yang was immediately deflated: "The money is not enough, there is still a little more to go. When the money is enough, we can move out."

Fu Bao then asked: "Then how much more do we need?"

Little Yang calculated and said to her, "We have to save at least another ten taels."

Fubao had no idea about money. He didn't know that Old Mrs. Yang had less than ten taels of silver in her hand, but he felt that what she asked for was not much.

So I happily, confidently and firmly said to my mother:

"It's not much! We will be able to save it soon! Soon!"

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