Upon hearing that it was only one carriage and not much, Fan Qian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Hearing that Hei Zi's father was dressed rather poorly, she became even more disdainful: "Last time you came with a huge entourage of servants and maids, all dressed in gold and silver, but all you brought out were three bags of rice. This time, I'm afraid you'll only have a few words of gratitude."
"I can see it now, that family are all misers! They're so stingy, they're even worse than us farmers." Sun Jinhua curled her lip, utterly disdainful.
When Fan's mother thought of those three bags of rice, she felt extremely distressed: "If you ask me, what's the use of the second son being so aloof?"
That's at least three sacks of rice, which could sell for two or three taels of silver. But you were too stubborn. Now, even those three sacks of rice are gone.
Fan Dazhu and the others agreed with Grandma's idea: "It's a pity that Second Uncle is a scholar, but he is not as good at calculation as Grandma."
"Three bags of rice were wasted! That's rice! How many meals would we have to make rice porridge with that?"
“If Second Uncle doesn’t want it, he can give it to us. We are all his nephews, and the future of the Fan family depends on us to carry on the family line. Doesn’t he ever think about that?”
Fan Zhaodi silently finished her black flour paste, then stood up and quietly took the bowl back to the kitchen.
She had a vague feeling that once her grandmother passed away, her second uncle would no longer acknowledge these brothers and nephews.
Even though he was bound by filial piety, Uncle Er didn't truly respect Grandma from the bottom of his heart; it was all just a matter of saving face.
Grandma, Dad, and brothers weren't as important as they thought!
Seeing Fan Zhaodi leave, Fan Sizhu looked up and muttered, "Is Zhaodi angry?"
After all, she was the only one in the family who didn't get a single bite of meat or vegetables.
Mother Fan snorted, "Who cares? This is a gift from my son to me. I can give it to whomever I want!"
Sun Jinhua, her face beaming with a fawning smile, chimed in, "Mother's right! She's just a little girl; she should be grateful to have anything to eat. How dare she complain?"
"She doesn't even go outside to see what's going on. During the off-season, which family can eat their fill like we do?"
Although she was only eating porridge, at least she was full. If she was still not satisfied, she would suffer after she got married. Mother Fan deliberately spoke loudly so that her granddaughter in the kitchen could hear her.
Fan Zhaodi did indeed hear it.
She thought about the lives of her eldest and second eldest sisters now, and then recalled the so-called family members who had just been squatting on the ground eating.
Marrying?
Will I end up like them after I get married?
I thought everyone went through this, but today I saw that my eldest and second eldest sisters were clearly different from before, and they no longer had to suffer from Grandma's beatings and scoldings.
The same goes for my aunt.
After they separated, they moved into big houses, no longer wore ill-fitting clothes patched upon patched, and no longer had to eat black flour porridge; they could even eat big white flour and meat buns.
No, it turns out that not everyone lives a life like their grandmother or mother.
She wanted to live like her aunt...
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Early the next morning.
After regaining consciousness, Shui immediately went to the storeroom at the back of the room.
This is the fish maw that Li Huyu gave me yesterday.
Fan Jin fetched hot water for washing up and was about to wake people up when he found no one in bed. Hearing noises coming from the storeroom, he followed them inside.
"Are we having this for breakfast?" He asked instinctively when he saw Shuiqing touching this bag and looking at that bag, seemingly reluctant to put it down.
Shui Qing smiled, her eyes crinkling, and asked in return, "You can't bear to eat it! Do you know what price this mall is offering?"
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