The Fan family eats squatting down—the table in front of them has been cut in two by Shui Qing.
That was the only table in the house.
Everyone held a bowl and squatted down wherever they could find a spot under the eaves.
Except for seven-year-old Fan Zhaodi, who was used to it, everyone else who was used to sitting down to eat felt very uncomfortable.
My first thought was to blame Shui Qing—why did she have to chop the table for no reason? Now, no one has a seat.
Then she blamed her grandmother—for refusing to let her two granddaughters eat at the table. Now that there's no table, there's no need to worry about whether they eat at the table or not.
The eldest son of the Fan family, who rushed home before dark, held a bowl and complained to his wife, "Look at what you've done!"
Tell him to go out and hide for a while, and that he'll be able to get the second son's family to agree to sell Daya and Erya before he even gets home. He won't have to worry about it; everything will be taken care of perfectly.
As soon as he returned, the second son took his family and moved out.
Da Ya had been separated from the family, and Sun Jinhua, who was already in a bad mood, retorted with a stiff neck: "What? The three brick houses belong to our family."
Only five sacks of grain were distributed, one of which was wheat bran;
I didn't give them a single penny. Haven't I handled this matter well enough? Go ask around the village, how many women are as shrewd and capable as me!
Just thinking about the two pounds of brown sugar and six old hens that went out made her heart ache. How could her second son's greedy family not eat them to death!
Old Master Fan frowned, shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of mushroom and wild vegetable porridge into his mouth, and mumbled, "We're not losing out by supporting Second Brother's family, so why bother separating them?"
Sun Jinhua was unhappy. "How can it not be a loss? The second son doesn't eat at home much, but Hu Shuiqing and the five kids eat at home every single meal!"
"Da Ya and Er Ya eat little, and the three younger ones don't eat much either, but they do all the housework, and the second brother can even bring money home."
"I am the eldest son and elder brother. Even if we don't separate the family, these three brick houses will still be for our family to live in. The second son's family can't take them." Fan Laoda sighed and analyzed.
Sun Jinhua felt a little guilty. They had indeed made this plan before, but Hu Shuiqing had revealed that her mother-in-law had money.
Thinking of the silver her mother-in-law was holding, she quickly shared the news with her husband.
Boss Fan's furrowed brows relaxed, and he leaned closer, whispering, "Are you sure?"
His mother was never good at managing the household. While other families prospered, the Fan family sold off their land and even their grandchildren had difficulty getting married.
Did Mother have a backup plan?
Is the money still in your mother's hands?
“There’s no mistake. Think about it, the Fan family originally had more than a dozen more fields than they have now. All the money the second son earned was handed over to his mother. How could there not be any?” Sun Jinhua also leaned closer and said with certainty.
After pondering for a while, Boss Fan nodded and said, "You did a good job."
Sun Jinhua beamed with delight upon receiving this affirmation, and proudly boasted, "Just you wait and see! Once the second son's family runs out of grain, they'll be selling off their fields and land sooner or later!"
Old Fan still felt a pang of regret thinking about the five sacks of grain. "Five sacks is too much. Three sacks would be enough."
The second son shouldn't have been allowed to choose the hilltop first; you should have given them three separate, unconnected hilltops.
"The good land can be divided up first, starting with the mother's share, and then the first and second wives can divide it according to the number of people..."
Upon hearing this, Fan Dazhu and Fan Erzhu stepped forward and flattered, "Father, you've thought things through so well!"
"We don't know what happened either. Seeing my uncle's smiling, polite and courteous manner, we figured we wouldn't lose out, so we agreed."
"If only you were home, Dad! My uncle's family definitely wouldn't have been able to take so much stuff with them!"
Sun Jinhua also felt some regret at this point.
He regretted sending the head of the household away, allowing the second son to receive more spoils.
Fan Sanzhu and Fan Sizhu were secretly alarmed after hearing this.
Father doesn't consider his younger brother's feelings at all, and besides, the Fan family is half-owned by his younger brother.
The eldest and second eldest brothers clearly agreed with what their father said.
They looked up at the house above them.
Will they get a share of the brick and tile houses in the future...?
After thinking for a moment, the eldest brother Fan continued, "You all stay away from the second brother's family. If you see them, don't be soft-hearted and give them food, understand?"
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