Fang Yue looked at her mother, then at her grandfather, and finally nodded.
"Then why give it to others?"
"Doing well means doing your best within your ability, not being a saint like a sick person." Fang Zhiyi picked up the schoolbag and stuffed it into her hand. "Sharing means sharing things you don't really need, not sharing things you like and want. Sharing that kind of behavior is called pretending to be rich. Do you understand?"
"Dad!" Chen Meihua couldn't stand it any longer. She felt like this old man was mocking her. "What are you teaching me?"
She couldn't stand Fang Zhiyi anymore. He had been causing trouble for her and Jianguo these days, forcing them to do it for him every night and not giving them a penny of the money they earned.
Fang Zhiyi put Fang Yue on the ground and motioned Fang Xiao to take her to the room to play.
"What did I teach her? I only taught her not to be wronged. What's the problem?"
Chen Meihua was breathing heavily.
"Oh, by the way, I wanted to tell you that since you and your wife are busy with work, starting next month I'll be your housekeeper, and you can give me a living allowance every month. How's that?"
"Living expenses?" Chen Meihua was about to explode with anger. "Dad, you earn your own money, why are you still asking us for living expenses? Besides, we're fine without you having to take care of our family life."
Fang Zhiyi gave her a strange look, put his hands behind his back and prepared to go out: "Okay!"
Looking at his back, Chen Meihua felt a little panicked for some reason, but she quickly calmed down. She knew that she would not give in this time and had to make this old man get out of here!
In the afternoon, Fang Jianguo, who went to help others move things on a volunteer basis, looked very unhappy.
"What's wrong?" Chen Meihua asked while browsing her phone.
"You...what did you say to my dad?" Fang Jianguo's face was full of anxiety.
"Nothing? He asked us to give him living expenses every month, but I didn't agree. Our family has a limited amount of living expenses, and we have to do so many things..."
Fang Jianguo interrupted her: "Do you know what's going on in the community?"
"We don't give him living expenses, and he has to take care of three children, so he works late every night and sets up a stall in the morning to supplement the family income!" Fang Jianguo slammed the table. "Besides, I helped this old man move things today. As you know, his legs are not good, and he wanted to move the things out to get some sun, but..."
In the afternoon, Fang Jianguo was talking to his old man with a smile on his face, his hands busy moving things, when he heard someone mentioned his name. He subconsciously looked up and saw his father carrying the flour he had bought to take home.
"Mr. Fang is in a difficult situation. I didn't expect his son to be this kind of person."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. He's just a character creation."
"After all, they are his biological sons. Uncle Fang still protects them."
"Look, he works so hard to help someone he has no connection with, and his own father doesn't care."
Fang Jianguo's face turned red all the way to his ears, but he didn't understand. Usually his father ordered him around like a cow, so why did he suddenly do it himself today?
He was feeling very embarrassed, still holding a basin in his hand. He wanted to help his father but was afraid of being criticized. At this moment, a young man came up to Fang Zhiyi and said, "Grandpa, let me help you."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "No, I can still bear it. If I work harder, the children can rest more."
The young man was somewhat indignant: "How can that be? Who will be responsible if you get exhausted?"
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