"With two vixens at home, what good can come of it? And that little bitch Jiang Wan should have been made to die of illness!"
"Okay, stop talking."
Jiang Anfu noticed that many villagers around were looking at him. He frowned and flicked the pipe in his hand.
"Don't bring family matters outside."
"And you, Boss, if it weren't for the Third Brother who saved your life, how could you be where you are now?"
"Even if we split up, you are still my son. Don't talk back to your mother in the future. You owe it to your family."
Jiang Zexing gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.
"Dad, Mom, I really can't make up for my third brother's death."
"But, for so many years, and because of my third brother's death, I have always listened to you, even to the point where my wife and children have suffered a lot of injustice, and I haven't said anything about it."
He is also a human being, and he will feel wronged and sad.
"But now, how can you curse my wife and children like this?"
"Wanwan is a good child. How can you say that about her?"
At home, the person he felt most sorry for besides Su Yun was Jiang Wan.
He made her work outside at such a young age to earn money to support the family. His daughter should also be pampered.
At least, I don’t have to run back and forth every day and worry about the family.
"What did I say? Could it be that I wasn't telling the truth? That little bitch Jiang Wan is always talking back at me. If she had married into the Liang family, would we be in this situation now?"
Old Mrs. Zhang was still brooding over her fifty taels of silver, and she brought it up every now and then, fearing that others didn't know about it.
"Even if you die of exhaustion in this family, it's what you deserve. Just consider it as paying for the life of the third brother!"
"Grandma, what you said is really unreasonable."
"Wanwan?"
Jiang Wan's voice came from far away. When she got closer, she saw Jiang Zexing lying on the ground. She quickly threw down the basket in her hand and ran over.
"Dad, are you okay?"
"Wanwan, why are you here?"
Jiang Zexing moved, tearing the wound and crying out in pain.
Jiang Wan helped him up and let him sit up leaning against the bag of food.
"You little bitch! I haven't even gone looking for you yet, and you've already shown up. Is that how you talk to your elders?"
"Elders? Those who respect others will always be respected by others. Grandma is an elder, but she has never let her granddaughter experience this truth."
Old Mrs. Zhang didn't understand, but that didn't stop her from intuitively feeling that the little bitch was scolding her.
"What an uneducated person!"
Jiang Wan glanced at the village name at the edge of the field and said loudly.
"Grandma, my dad's leg injury has relapsed. He's really powerless to handle the autumn harvest. You can't just watch him collapse from exhaustion and let our family starve to death, right?"
Jiang Wan's voice was so loud that everyone, whether near him or far away, could hear it.
"Yes, that's right. After the Jiang family's eldest branch was separated, they relied on Jiang Zexing alone."
"You know what, given Old Zhang's attitude, it's possible he could do something like this."
"And that old man Jiang is no good either. He knew Jiang Zexing had a leg injury, but he still managed to get him to help with the harvest. Isn't he deliberately trying to get him killed?"
The people gathered at the edge of the field were whispering, but Jiang Anfu, whose voices were low, heard it all.
His expression changed and his mouth loosened its grip on the pipe.
A cold gaze fell on Jiang Wan.
"Jiang Wan! What nonsense are you talking about?"
"How could we possibly watch you starve to death?"
Jiang Anfu's expression suddenly changed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "Well, since the old man's thigh is injured, you should go back first. When the injury is healed, come back and bring the food back home."
Jiang Wan stopped in her tracks.
"Master, there's one thing you might have forgotten. We've already separated, and my family has our own land to farm. Besides, my father's leg is seriously injured, so I'm afraid he won't be able to help with the autumn harvest."
At the beginning, we gave the old house 200 kilograms of grain every year, but we had to press our fingerprints and sign our seal.
It was a favor for Jiang Zexing to come and help with the autumn harvest at the old house. If he didn't help, he would have to think twice even if he scolded them.
When the family was divided, they didn't take anything valuable, so Jiang Anfu tacitly gave up on them, and her father wanted to help, so that was fine.
But now, this is not helping, this is killing you!
"Jiang Wan, when an adult is talking, how can a junior like you interrupt?"
"Boss, I told you before to take good care of the children at home. Look at what you've done to Jiang Wan now!"
Jiang Zexing looked up, looking disappointed.
"Dad, do you think so too? Wanwan is not wrong. I don't admit my mistake!"
After saying that, he turned to Jiang Wan.
"Wanwan, let's go home."
"You! You rebellious son!"
Jiang Anfu was jumping up and down behind him, but Jiang Zexing tried hard to ignore him.
"Wanwan...you, when did you come here?"
On the way, Jiang Zexing spoke haltingly.
"Dad, you want to ask me what I heard?"
"I heard everything that was said afterwards."
Jiang Wan did not hide anything. Jiang Zexing sighed and said nothing more.
"What's going on?"
As soon as they got home, Su Yun caught their parents red-handed.
Even if he wanted to make an excuse now, Su Yun wouldn't believe it.
"Dad, you talk to Mom yourself. I'll go check the fields first."
Two days ago, she planted the seeds she brought back in the ground.
It was a dry day and there was not much water in the ground. I didn't know if the seeds would sprout.
"Sister, you're here."
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