Fubao, whose efforts were in vain once again, cried very sadly and made a fuss to ask Old Yang and the others to give her ginseng.

But except for the people from the second room who would coax her, no one paid any attention to her.

Only Yuan was awake. When he heard her crying like a croaking frog, he wanted to beat her up, but unfortunately he was too seriously injured to get up.

I could only open the window and stick my head out to curse:

"You evil spirit! What are you yelling about? Are you a toad that has turned into a spirit?

If you keep making noises, I will drag you to the kitchen and roast you like a little toad!"

Old Mrs. Yang had just packed the second room's clothes and luggage and threw them to them.

He waved his hand in disgust and impatience at Xiao Yangshi, Fubao, and his second son who looked like a dead wooden man:

"Don't just stand there! Go find your frog den!"

After saying that, he looked at Dalang and the others hesitantly. Seeing that they were still just circling around Fubao, he sighed helplessly in his heart and didn't ask to keep them.

"This...!" Little Yang looked at the luggage thrown into the yard in shock. She opened her hands and didn't know what to pick up first. She looked at her mother-in-law and said anxiously:

"What, what is this for!

Where can we go? Even if we build a new house, it won’t be done immediately!

Besides, we have left all the old ginseng here. Even if mom wants to drive us away, she should let us stay for a few more days just for the ginseng!"

If she hadn't mentioned the ginseng, Old Mrs. Yang might have hesitated for a while. But as soon as she mentioned it, Fu Dabai picked up the broom and swept them out without Old Mrs. Yang.

While scanning, say:

"Sweep away the bad luck.

Two sweep away the disaster.

Sweep the door clean and don't let bad luck in!"

The broom followed Fubao's direction with every stroke. Fubao had a mouthful of dirt in his mouth and spat it out a few times. He cried softly and pulled Little Yang to say:

"Mom! I hate them, they are bullies! They steal my fish and my ginseng! I don't want to be here!"

Young Madam Yang was so angry that she ordered her sons to pick up the luggage. As they walked away, she turned back and cursed:

"Fu! You and your whole family are worthless!

You can't bear to see my Bao Er doing well! You shamelessly snatched my Bao Er's fish and ginseng! You are waiting for this!

When we get rich, we won't give you a penny! If you come to our door to beg for food, I'll kick you out!

Don't even think about borrowing my Baoer's light from now on!"

This reminded Old Yang, and she hurried to the door and shouted:

"If you and Fubao have any dignity, don't rely on other people's luck to get by!"

"You old hag! You are talking nonsense! What do you mean my Bao Er is borrowing someone else's luck?

You just can't stand seeing my Bao Er doing well! You can't stand seeing my Bao Er being better than your sons, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, and granddaughters who are always in trouble!

Look at all those misshapen kids in your family! A bunch of grandchildren tied together are not as blessed as my one baby!

You are just jealous of us!"

Little Yang jumped up and down and yelled and cursed, but she didn't dare to go back. She saw Old Yang picked up a big stone and threw it in their direction, so she quickly picked up her daughter and ran away.

When Fubao heard what Old Yang said, he leaned on his mother's shoulder, looked in the direction of Old Fu's house with great anger, and muttered in a low voice:

"Nonsense, bullying me! Your twinkling ones don't like you! I'll take them with me!"

Since the glittering crystals that had already been given to Ginseng could not be taken away, Fubao simply took some glittering crystals from the old Fu family.

In this way, even if they eat the ginseng and take the shiny things on it back, they will still lose money.

After doing all this, Fubao lay contentedly on Xiao Yang's shoulder.

The angry young Madam Yang heard her daughter's muttering, and the anger on her face froze. Then she hugged her daughter's hand tightly and grumbled to her son and husband even more angrily:

"Who are you guys from the Lao Fu family?

When they are unlucky, they blame my Baoer for stealing their luck!

They just don’t have that kind of luck! That’s fate!

Your ancestors for three generations were all poor. Do you think you can live well with a little luck?

Those who are short-sighted will grab the fish and take the ginseng, and say that they will hand over the money to the public at home!

Don’t you see if the other families have the luck to make more money? If they can’t make money, do they have to rely on our family to support them? "

Erlang was always quick to speak his mind, and after hearing what his mother said, he muttered in a somewhat depressed tone:

"We didn't raise any, and we didn't want to befriend any of them. Mom even hid the money from Lingzhi. Whatever money my uncle and his family earned, we spent it together as a family.

Grandma said that if a family is doing well together, they will do well together. If one family is not doing well, other brothers will help out. If one family is doing well, it will be good for the whole family.

Grandma and uncle all know that you have been hiding the money from the Ganoderma lucidum and they haven't found out yet, so they won't take all of it and let us raise it!

I must have been too angry this time. My uncles and aunts didn't want to divide the family property, but I did as soon as I had money, for fear that my family members would take even a little bit of it.

It’s fine if the relationship is bad, but in the early years, our family earned the least and ate the most, and no one at home said anything…”

Dalang also knew all this, but he didn't say anything. He even pulled his second brother who wanted to speak and told him to shut up. Erlang had no choice but to swallow his words and shut up obediently.

Little Yang's face turned pale, and she raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head, causing Erlang to stagger and be held up by Dalang and his two younger brothers so that he did not fall to the ground.

Little Yang cursed:

"You are a traitor! Whose family are you from?

I tell you! The old Fu family just wanted to suck your sister's blood to live a good life! It was your mother who stopped them from succeeding, so they drove us out!

What good do you think they are? They are just a bunch of people who will hold on to any good thing they see!

If we didn't have Baoer working hard to earn money, we would be sitting there with a bowl in our hands but unable to beg for food!

Fortunately, I was on guard against you poor bastards from the Lao Fu family and didn't tell you where I hid the Lingzhi money, otherwise you would have to send the silver to them!

Your father said that you guys would not be ungrateful, but now you see that you are really like the offspring of a family!"

Fu Erbai opened his mouth, wanting to tell Xiao Yang to shut up, but when he saw his daughter looking at him sadly and not on her side of her brother, he was unable to say anything.

Mrs. Yang kept scolding and cursing, and finally scolded all her sons.

He repeatedly emphasized Fubao's contribution and asked them to remember that they did not have to beg because Fubao worked hard to earn the money, and they should be content, grateful and be good to their sister.

After all his sons nodded in agreement, Wulang and Liulang began to praise Fubao with gratitude. Then they found the money they had hidden, took the money and took their family to the county to stay in an inn.

Some villagers who felt sympathy for them or were curious about them allowed them to stay in their homes for a few days.

But seeing that her daughter had been in a bad mood for the past two days, Xiao Yang decided to go to the county to live and take her daughter out for a walk to comfort her.

Erlang had been feeling dizzy ever since he was beaten. He vomited several times along the way while riding in the ox cart, which made Fubao feel sick as well.

She was already a little angry about what her second brother said, and now she was even more unhappy.

Fubao pouted and nestled in Xiao Yang's arms.

Little Yang was getting a little impatient with the constant stopping and starting, so she simply said to Dalang:

"I guess your brother can't ride in the bullock cart. You can walk behind him. We will wait for you at the county gate."

Before Dalang and Erlang could say anything, Xiao Yang asked the coachman, Old Wu, to leave.

Old Wu said without turning his head:

"They have to pay for the whole trip even if they go down now!"

Although Xiao Yang had money and was willing to spend it on her daughter, she was somewhat unhappy about spending it on her son:

“They didn’t have a seat!”

Old Wu said: "I don't care who you are. If I don't like you, all of you should get out. I won't stop pulling you out!"

At this time, the second branch of the family was the only one on the ox cart. Old Wu was not afraid of being delayed and just stood there unwillingly, refusing to leave.

Fubao was getting a little impatient and a little nauseous, and said with a bit of discomfort:

"Mom, let's go, I'm sick!"

When Xiao Yang heard her daughter's words, she immediately asked her two sons who had just climbed up to go down again:

"Erlang, you keep vomiting and making your sister feel uncomfortable, let Dalang walk with you slowly.

Okay, let’s pay and go!”

Little Yang urged impatiently. Old Wu looked back at the two silly children who were standing there in a daze, unable to say a word. He shook his head and drove the ox cart away.

Wulang and Liulang lay on the car and stared at their brothers, until Fubao called them, then they looked away.

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