The third son, Fu Tianming, was bandaging his wife's arm wound with great concern. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but look up and asked, "What? Dad, are you going to sever ties with us?"
The second son, Fu Tianyun, was also surprised. "Dad, think carefully. When you are old, are you going to rely on Baoer to take care of you until the end of your life?"
"Hmph, even if we don't split up the family and sever our ties, you guys can't count on me," Jiang Fengxia turned her head away angrily. "I'll just pretend I never gave birth to you two sons in this life."
Zhao Li's eyes rolled, "Mom, what about my eldest brother? Is he going to cut off ties with me too?"
"Your eldest brother is not here, and we don't know how to contact him, so let's just forget it. When he comes back, we'll do the same with you and cut off all ties!" Fu Manshan had originally planned to use the eldest brother to cover up the things at home, but now he thinks it's unnecessary.
"How do we divide all this stuff at home?" Li Ying envied the chickens and ducks in the backyard. "And those chickens and ducks, and the rice and flour in the house, are they all from the old house? We have to divide all of them together."
Chen Zhifang slammed the table, "Do you have any conscience at all?"
Other people in the village also looked down on these people and looked at them with contempt.
Fu Manshan took a puff of his cigarette, his expression expressionless. "I bought all these things in the city. Fengxia and I only had this little money saved, and we spent it all. If you don't believe me, go search for yourself."
No one cared about Fu Manshan going out to buy things. In fact, who doesn't secretly exchange some food?
As long as it's not out of line, no one will care, especially since the Fu family is so pitiful.
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