How did Fan Jin live back then?
Fan Qian and Sun Jinhua knew about it.
On the first day, they made do with a night on that barren land. On the second day, his father-in-law, Butcher Hu, brought a dozen or twenty men, and they built a thatched hut that very day.
The family lived in a thatched hut for several months before finally building and moving into their current large house.
But how many people have the ability to earn enough money to build a big house in just a few months?!
If it were my family, we'd probably die of old age in thatched huts.
Sun Jinhua immediately shook her head, determined that no matter what her brother-in-law said, she would not move!
She also has four older sons. Dazhu and Erzhu are at the age where they should be getting married. How can they arrange marriages in a thatched hut?
What decent family's daughter would agree to marry into this family?
Besides, even if she married into the family, how would she possibly have room to live?
She looked at the head of the household, her eyes signaling that she absolutely could not agree.
How could Fan Qian not know?
Once they move out, let alone building a grand mansion like Fan Jin's, it will be impossible for them to even live in these three brick houses now.
It would cost at least thirty taels of silver to build a three-room brick house. How could one possibly earn thirty taels of silver?
“You already have a big house, what do you need this room for? You can’t live in the big house and leave our mother in this room.”
Fan Jin looked at his elder brother and said gently, "Of course not. My parents-in-law live in my house, so I can't let my mother live here. Besides, my parents-in-law go to work in the fields in the morning, so I can't let breakfast not be ready yet."
When Fan's mother heard that she had to get up early to cook, her temper flared up instantly, but when she heard her son say that his parents-in-law also had to go to work in the fields, she couldn't bring herself to lash out.
They always compare themselves to Hu Shuiqing's parents, but they can't stop comparing themselves when they're working; that wouldn't hold water.
"Then, this room is empty."
Fan Jin quickly said, "Of course we won't leave them empty. How can brick houses be left empty and wasted? Building a house costs more than thirty taels of silver and is also laborious. If these three brick houses are sold for ten or twenty taels, I'm sure someone will buy them."
Upon hearing that the old house was to be sold, Mother Fan was the first to object: "No way!"
This house is meant to be passed down to her eldest grandson, how can she sell it?
Fan Jin said respectfully, "Mother, such a big house can't just be left empty and wasted. How about this, we split the proceeds from the sale with Uncle Huang and Uncle Huang the Second, what do you think?"
Uncle Huang and Uncle Huang stood up abruptly.
Excitedly, she asked, "Really?"
With a sum of ten or twenty taels of silver, half of it would be several taels, and the two of them could easily divide three to five taels.
That's three to five taels of silver!
He immediately rebuked his third sister, saying, "Third sister, you should live with your son and listen to him in everything. What right do you, a woman, have to make decisions?"
"Are you just going to leave these three big rooms empty and wasteful? How can you be so heartless? No wonder your life has turned out like this!"
Mother Fan panicked. Why were her brothers siding with her youngest son?
Fan Qian and Sun Jinhua were completely dumbfounded, not knowing how things had developed to this point.
Originally, Uncle Huang and Uncle Huang Er came to help their own family, but now they're speaking up for Fan Jin.
My mother went to live with my brother-in-law to live out her days, originally hoping to save on food for one more person, but now they're almost out of house...
"As for the food and belongings, elder brother and sister-in-law, just take what I took with me and move out."
"As for the fields and forests, I'll go and ask the old village chief to come over. Now that there are many capable people in my family, I can take this opportunity to cultivate and manage my mother's share." Fan Jin made a move to leave.
Fan Jin's mother, Fan Qian, and Sun Jinhua rushed forward and grabbed him.
Fan Jin looked over with his dark, lustrous eyes, which were clear and cold.
He sighed helplessly, his good temper intact: "Mother, you should know that if you give your share of the old age to your elder brother when he takes care of you, but don't bring it when I take care of you, the villagers will gossip about you behind your back."
Fan's mother awkwardly withdrew her hand from her youngest son.
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