Yunniang was so annoyed.
"It's all my fault for not listening to Xue'er."
Now Yunniang regrets it; she shouldn't have been so soft-hearted.
Seeing Han Yuze's expectant look, she hardened her heart:
"Don't come here anymore. We've already separated, it's okay."
“But, Auntie, in my heart, you will always be my Auntie.”
Han Yuze's eyes darted around, and it was obvious he was plotting something.
Han Mingyuan watched coldly. If they hadn't separated from the family and didn't have Xue'er, what would they be like now?
He might have starved to death long ago, and his two daughters had probably been eaten, and his son...
Thinking of his youngest son, who is now almost like any other child, Han Mingyuan is incredibly grateful for his decisive decision to separate the family at that time.
He stepped out and said coldly:
"Han Yuze, don't come here again. If you come again, I'll ask the village head."
Upon hearing that he needed to find the village head, Han Yuze shrank back in fright.
He also knew that their family's situation was special, and if they alarmed the village head, they might be driven away.
In this day and age, is there any way for their family to make a living if they go out?
However, Grandma and Grandpa were heartless and practically kicked them out of the house with nothing. Later they found out that they actually had food.
Nowadays, his grandparents can eat their fill every day, but his family can only go hungry.
"Third Uncle, don't they all say that even broken bones are still connected by tendons? I'm your nephew, after you die..."
"roll!"
Han Mingyuan was furious when he heard this.
He's still alive and well, what nonsense is this brat spouting?
Moreover, even if he really dies in the future, he has a son. Would he need this kid to help him wear mourning clothes?
"I... Third Uncle, that's not what I meant. Third Aunt, please, please give me a sweet potato."
"Hey, what's going on here? Han Yuze, where are your parents?"
Hearing the noise, Aunt Wu from next door rushed out. Seeing Han Yuze's shameless behavior, she sneered:
"Should I go and ask the village head to come over?"
"Wu Dazui, what's it to you? This is a matter between me, my third uncle, and my third aunt. What does it have to do with you? You must have nothing better to do than eat your fill."
When Han Yuze saw that it was Aunt Wu with a big mouth, he got angry.
The main reason was that he saw Aunt Wu holding a large sweet potato.
That sweet potato was quite big. It looked delicious. Aunt Wu must have cooked it; she even took a bite right in front of him. Han Yuze swallowed hard, his mouth watering.
My third uncle's family went too far. They are our relatives! Can a little conflict change the fact that they are family? My third uncle would rather give the sweet potato vines to the villagers than to them.
Although Han Luoxue later said she would treat everyone equally, those trees still have a long way to go before they mature. If Han Luoxue had given them a dozen or so trees back then, would they be starving now?
Everyone else has sweet potatoes to eat, except for his family. Is it wrong to ask his uncle's family to provide them with some?
Han Yuze thought this was perfectly reasonable. Luckily, he didn't voice this thought. If he had, he probably would have been hammered.
The last time she gave the seedlings to the Han family, it was because Han Luoxue didn't want to cause trouble. In fact, she has never been a person who is afraid of trouble.
"Ha, you dare say I'm meddling? Fine, I'll meddle now."
Aunt Wu didn't bother arguing with Han Yuze, who was just a child. She strode off briskly:
"I'll go find the village head right now and let him see that Old Master Han's family is bullying people again."
Upon hearing that he was to go find the village head, Han Yuze turned pale with fright.
He turned and ran, faster than a rabbit.
"Hey kid, why are you running around? The village head hasn't arrived yet!"
Aunt Wu shouted loudly, but Han Yuze ran even faster when he heard this.
"Hey, this kid."
Aunt Wu sighed, and Yunniang and Han Mingyuan were also quite helpless.
He's just a kid, what can you do to him?
"Does their family really have nothing to eat?"
Han Mingyuan always felt that he wasn't her biological son. Old Mrs. Han treated him exceptionally badly.
But now it seems that Old Lady Han wasn't kind to him at all; she wasn't kind to anyone.
A while ago, the Han family was having a dispute over dividing the inheritance. He thought that Old Mrs. Han would distribute the grain among everyone, but...
He really underestimated Old Lady Han's selfishness.
They practically forced all three families to leave with nothing, and the food they received in return was all for her and Han Datou to eat.
Even Han Datou suddenly seemed to have become a different person, cold-blooded and ruthless towards his three sons.
Han Mingyuan didn't know what they had been through, but he felt that his parents were even more unfamiliar to him now!
Perhaps, this is what they truly think.
"Third brother, third brother."
Han Mingyuan hadn't even had time to get back to his room when he heard the shouts, and he was in a real bind.
Han Jinghua ran over with her three children.
"Oh, Third Brother, I have something to do, so let them stay here for the day."
After saying that, he dropped the child in his arms and ran away.
That Han Jinghua is really something...
Aunt Wu was completely dumbfounded.
This wasn't the first time this woman had done this.
She knew that Han Mingyuan wouldn't give them a warm welcome when she arrived, but what about the child?
Regardless of whether Han Mingyuan cared or not, she abandoned the child and ran away.
Anyway, Yunniang is soft-hearted, so the child will eventually eat something.
The three children watched longingly, their stomachs rumbling loudly.
It's obvious they haven't eaten for two days.
Yunniang was even more troubled.
"Brother Yuan, look at this..."
She tried to ignore the three children, but they kept crying outside in the yard.
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