Chapter 20: I don’t want to give Mrs. Qiao a bargain
Ying Zhilin: "Wen Yan has done nothing wrong, so I cannot divorce her."
"It seems that you are reluctant to divorce Wen Yan."
Mrs. Qiao sneered, "Since you choose to split up, then fine, I have two requests.
First, when the family is divided, Lin must leave the house with nothing; second, give me a lump sum of 200 taels for support; third, sever all ties. From now on, we are two unrelated families, and we will bring our own fortunes and misfortunes upon ourselves."
The clan leader said angrily, "Two hundred taels, you can even say that."
Mrs. Qiao's face fell. "Then let's not split up the family. My leg is injured, so Ying Zhilin should drop out of school and come back to take care of me!"
"You..." The patriarch's beard was twisted with anger.
Although Ying Zhilin wanted to divide the family business, he didn't want to let Mrs. Qiao get the advantage.
When her parents were still alive, she exploited them.
Now that her parents are gone, she exploits herself.
If my grandmother hadn't insisted on eating fresh meat dumplings on a snowy day and forced my parents to go to town to buy meat, they wouldn't have fallen into the ice hole and my father wouldn't have died.
My mother was so cold that she fell ill and was so sad that she couldn't get up.
Not only did my grandmother not take care of my mother or comfort her, but she also accused her of being a jinx and took away all the valuables from the second house.
The mother was filled with grief and anger. She endured the pain of losing her husband and forced herself to cheer up. She just wanted to save enough money as soon as possible so that she could live separately from her two brothers and sisters.
My younger sister helped my mother with housework, and I helped copy books.
But my mother's health was getting worse day by day, and in the end, no medicine could cure her...
He gave Wen Yan a firm look, then shook her hand, asking her to trust him.
He said to Mrs. Qiao, "I don't have two hundred taels, twenty at most. If Grandmother can't accept it, then divorce me."
Mrs. Qiao sneered: "Don't think I don't know what you are planning. Divorce her now and marry her again tomorrow."
Mrs. Qiao had thought about divorcing her wife.
Divorcing his wife just a few days after marriage, isn't this a slap in the face of the Wen family?
The Wen family will not let them go.
Moreover, as Ying Zhilin grew up, it became increasingly difficult to get money from him.
Just split up the family and get a large amount of alimony in one lump sum.
But twenty taels is absolutely impossible.
The two sides bargained and finally settled on eighty taels of silver for alimony.
The requirement is that Ying Zhilin must take his parents with him to separate from the family.
Mrs. Qiao was very unwilling to accept this. Her psychological price was one hundred taels, and she didn't care about her short-lived son at all.
The documents for dividing the family and severing the relationship were quickly written.
After both parties pressed their fingerprints, the clan leader immediately took out the family tree and removed the lineage of Ying Zhilin's father from the old Ying family.
Mrs. Qiao was dismissive and couldn't wait to urge Ying Zhilin to pay alimony.
Ying Zhilin was a poor scholar, and the three brothers and sisters could only scrape together one or two taels of silver.
The clan leader's family contributed twenty taels of silver, and then they also put aside their pride and borrowed money from the villagers, and only then did they scrape together eighty taels of support.
As soon as she got the money and the letter of separation, Mrs. Qiao finally felt relieved.
She immediately started to drive people away: "Get out, this is no longer your home."
"You should let them go back and pack their luggage. Let them take their clothes and books with them!" The patriarch was shaking with anger.
"Since we agreed to leave the house empty-handed, you shouldn't take a single stitch or thread with you."
"We can give up other things, but we must take away the relics left to us by my parents."
Since it was a matter of filial piety, Mrs. Qiao couldn't refuse.
Fortunately, those relics were not valuable, but Mrs. Qiao still checked them over and over again to make sure that no valuables were taken away before letting them take them away.
Out of the Ying family yard.
Ying Zhixue looked around in confusion: "Brother, from now on, do we have no home?"
"Everything will be fine as long as I'm here." Ying Zhilin comforted his sister.
Ying Zhixue turned around and glared at Wen Yan, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could grandma have kicked us out?"
"How do you talk to your sister-in-law?" Ying Zhilin's face darkened, and Ying Zhixue looked away angrily.
"Mrs. Qiao, you'd better take care of yourself from now on." In the courtyard, the patriarch said this and walked out angrily.
"Chief." Ying Zhilin went to greet him.
"Zhilin, you haven't left yet. Have you found a place to live?" The patriarch's expression softened instantly when he faced Ying Zhilin.
But he quickly revealed a worried look. "Even though you've separated from your family and severed your ties, if they change their minds one day and want to take you back, if you refuse, even though you're in the right, you'll easily be branded as unfilial... Do you have any plans?"
"I was just about to tell you this." Ying Zhilin said directly, "I want my father to be adopted by my fifth grandfather."
Fifth Grandfather was originally from a branch of the Ying family, and was five generations away from Ying Zhilin's lineage.
He had a son who was a student. Because he was weak, he was responsible for educating the children in the clan in his early years.
It was also he who discovered that Ying Zhilin had a talent for studying.
This student had no sons, only two daughters, who were married off early and were now old enough to get married.
Two years ago, Tongsheng died of a serious illness, leaving behind a blind old mother.
Fortunately, the patriarch was fair and the clan members took care of her, so the old lady lived a pretty good life.
Ying Zhilin was grateful for their old friendship and had been secretly taking care of the old lady.
Now that we have separated and severed ties, it would be natural for us to become one family.
It can not only solve his worries, but also take care of the old lady.
"Does the old lady agree?" The clan leader felt relieved when he saw that he had a plan. "Do you want me to mediate?"
Ying Zhilin said, "I have already discussed it with the old lady. She is willing to adopt my father as her son. Now we need a middleman to preside over this matter. I think you, the clan leader, are the most suitable."
The clan leader glanced at Wen Yan and asked, "Have you discussed this with your wife?"
Wen Yan smiled and nodded: "Zhi Lin told me earlier, and I have no objection."
There is simply no better choice.
Apart from an old lady with poor eyesight, there are no complicated interpersonal relationships.
If your temperaments are compatible, you can treat the old lady as your own grandmother.
If they have different personalities, buy a maid to take care of her.
Wen Yan had already figured it out in his mind.
The patriarch understood as soon as he heard it.
He immediately consulted with the elders of the clan.
The patriarch appealed to their emotions and explained the situation to them with reason.
The elders thought of the unreasonable Mrs. Qiao and agreed immediately.
The longer the night, the more dreams you have.
They immediately opened the ancestral hall and registered the two generations of Ying Zhilin's lineage under the name of the fifth grandfather.
He also told the elders of the clan not to leak the news of the adoption, so as to prevent Mrs. Qiao from causing trouble.
After the family tree was revised, the elders sent some food.
Ying Zhilin picked up the bag and took Wen Yan to the fifth mother-in-law's house.
Grandma Wu's house has a large courtyard house with three blue brick and tile houses in the main house and two adobe rooms in the east and west.
The yard was neglected, overgrown with weeds, and looked a bit desolate.
The sun sets.
An old lady with silver hair and neat clothes was sitting on a recliner under the eaves, rocking gently.
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