"Mom, why are you here?" Tian Meixue asked humbly.
I don’t know why this old woman came here at this time. Didn’t she give in last time?
"What am I doing here? You have money to send Chen Yi to school, but you don't have money to move out. So you're used to living in my house, right?
I'm here to tell you today that I'll give you three days to pack up your belongings and move out, or I'll come help you move yourself. Don't blame me if you break anything." Mother Chen said, her hands on her hips, her saliva splattering everywhere.
"Mom, I really have no other choice. It's winter now, and you're asking us to move out, just like asking us to die. Can you bear it? Chen Yi is Chen Yong's only bloodline!"
I sold everything I could at home to raise enough money for Chen Yi's half-semester tuition so he could learn to read and write, so he could make a name for himself in the future. This is also a good thing that will bring honor to our reputation. When he becomes successful, he will definitely be filial to you, his grandmother."
"I don't care, you have to move out anyway!" Mother Chen knew it clearly in her mind. Whether Chen Yi could read and write and become successful had nothing to do with her, and he would not be filial to her in the future. When he became successful, she would not know where she would bury him.
In one's life, oneself is the most important thing. Descendants are unreliable.
Even though the eldest brother and his wife treat them well now, when they can no longer work and lie in bed unable to move, it will be a different situation.
Therefore, you must have something in your hands and hold on to it. When you are old, there will be people to take care of you for these things.
If we put it in today's context, Chen's mother would definitely be an extremely sophisticated and selfish person.
Seeing that she remained unmoved, Tian Meixue knew that she would not act until she saw the rabbit, so she had to spend a lot of money today.
She hardened her heart and said, "Mom, how about this? This time, the family distributed three pounds of meat, and I'll give it all to you. At least you can let us get through this winter first."
Their team also organized people to go hunting in the mountains this winter, and each family was given a few pounds of meat. She originally planned to pickle the meat and occasionally give some to Xiaoyi to nourish his body.
Mother Chen was a little hesitant, as this was three pounds of meat. But she remembered that when she just left the house, her eldest daughter-in-law said that there was a family in the team that urgently needed a house to move their son in, and that family could afford the price.
If you miss this one, you never know when someone will want it next time, and it would be bad to have it as a waste. These days, no one rents houses, they just sell them as a package.
After winter, people can repair their own houses in the spring without having to buy houses from other people.
Mother Chen's eyes rolled around, and she felt a little bit painful to refuse the three pounds of meat. After thinking for a while, she said, "These three pounds of meat should be given to me. The second son has been gone for so many days, and you have been living in my house for free, and I haven't asked you for money yet.
I will definitely take back the house, and the meat should be mine."
Tian Meixue's first reaction was sadness, for herself and for Chen Yi. It was like the rabbit was dead and the fox was abandoned. She herself was an outsider, so she didn't say anything. But Xiaoyi was their grandson, and they all had such faces.
She no longer wanted to live in this shabby house. The thought of Chen Yong dying in it made her feel sick, but she would not let outsiders take away what belonged to her.
Tian Meixue went into the kitchen without saying a word. Mother Chen thought she was going to get meat for her, so she rubbed her hands happily and waited.
Unexpectedly, Tian Meixue rushed out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife.
When Chen's mother saw this, she was almost scared to pee her pants. She, she, she must be crazy. She just wanted three pounds of meat from her, but she wanted to kill her.
"Tian Meixue, what are you going to do?" Chen's mother said as she stepped back.
"Come with me."
Tian Meixue was holding a kitchen knife, and Chen's mother didn't dare to disobey her, so she could only walk in front in fear.
Under Tian Meixue's command, the two came to the village party secretary's house.
"Secretary, save me." When Chen's mother entered the village secretary's house, she immediately felt like she had found her backbone and hid behind him.
Tian Meixue placed the kitchen knife across her neck, tears streaming down her face. She said with a determined look, "Uncle, I really have no other way to live, so I've come to you for help."
After saying that, she tearfully recounted how Chen's mother had forced her to return the house during this period.
After hearing this, the branch secretary and his family felt that Chen's mother had gone too far and felt sympathy for Tian Meixue.
Chen's mother said with a guilty conscience: "That was the house I built for my son. It's my home. Now my son is gone. What's wrong with me taking it back?
If she remarries in the future, what will happen to our house?"
The branch secretary had actually heard about it a long time ago, but he just didn't want to get involved in these trivial matters and pretended not to know. Who would want to do something that would offend others for no reason?
But now Tian Meixue is in this state. If he doesn't take action and someone dies, he will be wrong.
So he could only persuade them kindly: "Mrs. Chen, your son is gone, but your grandson is still yours. You must give these orphans and their widows a way to survive.
I'm here to help you. The house will be returned to them and their mother. If Chen Yong's wife remarries in the future, she cannot dispose of the house herself and must leave it to Chen Yi.
Do you think this will work?"
Tian Meixue was somewhat tempted.
Chen's mother refused. Giving it to Chen Yi would be equivalent to giving it to Tian Meixue. It would be more comfortable to have the money in her own hands.
"I don't agree. This house was built by my man and I, and now it must be returned."
Seeing that she still disagreed after he said so, the branch secretary became very impatient.
"You divided your family property, and this house was given to your son. It belongs to your son. Now that your son has passed away, Tian Meixue should get half of the property."
He didn't want to take sides before, but Chen's mother was too tactless.
After hearing this, Tian Meixue also paid attention to this.
She put down the kitchen knife on her neck and said kindly, "Uncle, how about this? Since my mother-in-law insists on taking back this house, I won't force her, but she must give me half of the money for this house so that I can find another house to live in.
Over the years that I've been married to Chen Yong, I've taken care of the household and raised our children for him. Even if I haven't contributed any credit, I've worked hard. Now that he's gone, I can't go back to my parents' home. It's impossible for us, mother and son, to sleep on the streets.
You also know that Chen Yong indulged in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling during his lifetime, and he squandered the family's money. I really can't take out any money at all.
I sold everything at home and was determined to send Xiaoyi to school because I didn't want him to be like his father.
My mother-in-law is kicking us out now because she wants to kill us. If she is really determined to fight to the death today, then I will die here. After all, being kicked out means death sooner or later."
At the end of her speech, she was filled with grief and anger, as if she was about to slit her own throat.
The branch secretary also felt a little sympathetic towards her. A woman marries a man to provide her with food and clothing, but she chose the wrong man. She will suffer all her life, and her husband's family is still like this. What a miserable girl.
"Chen family, do you agree?"
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