Erzhu and Sanzhu remained silent, but their minds were already racing.
The eldest brother meant that if the family were to split up, they wouldn't even get a share of the house, let alone the pots and pans.
When Father and Second Uncle divided the family property, they believed that the house should belong to Father, and that it should belong to them!
Only now do I realize how foolish I was back then. It really was. It belonged to our father, but it didn't necessarily belong to them. Just like now, my eldest brother believes from the bottom of his heart that the house should belong to him, while I am in the position of my second uncle.
The eldest brother is right. After the family splits up, where will they live if they don't have a house? Building a brick house would cost a lot of money. Where will they get the money?
When the four pillars brought back the New Year's food, the two and three pillars had something on their minds, and they didn't find it very delicious.
Seeing the man stuffing rabbit meat into his mouth, I almost choked several times. Later, I even stretched my neck out so long that I gulped down mutton bone soup. In the blink of an eye, half of my food was gone.
The two then panicked and frantically began to grab the food.
At the same time, I made up my mind that the house couldn't all go to my eldest brother! They had to get a share!
Shui Qing was sitting at the children's table.
The children in the village started their early education the month before last. Although they don't know many characters, they have learned quite a bit about etiquette.
The first item is respecting the elderly—Shuiqing is that kind of old person.
They not only gave her the seat of honor, but also rushed to serve her rice and soup, waiting for her to start eating before they did.
Shui Qing was both amused and exasperated. She had sat at the children's table simply to find some peace and quiet, but she never expected to receive such respectful treatment. However, she had to admit that polite children are truly wonderful!
After finishing her meal at a leisurely pace, Shui Qing realized that Fan Jin had been waiting for quite some time.
"What's wrong?"
"The old village chief and the others have something to discuss with you and have been waiting," Fan Jin gently reminded her, gesturing for Shui Qing to look at the table in the study.
Shui Qing stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked towards the old village chief and his group.
After lunch, the staff were all pre-arranged to clear the table, wash the dishes, and sweep the floor.
After the children helped deliver the bowls and chopsticks, they happily went off to play, while the men and women gathered together to chat after they had eaten and drunk their fill.
Shui Qing, along with the old village chief, Grandpa Wang, Uncle Fan, Aunt Li, Aunt Zhang, and others, sat alone around a fire for a meeting.
These are the people who are in charge of each household in the village, and the matters they discuss naturally concern the core issues of the village.
"Today is the third day of sending people to Sihui. I originally estimated that they would be back in seven or eight days, but I underestimated that. After all, how many people can work during the Spring Festival until the third day of the Lunar New Year?"
"Even if the governor himself were to intervene, his subordinates would have to wait until after the New Year and the third day of the Lunar New Year before they could go out," the old village chief said, frowning.
From the first to the third day of the Lunar New Year, people worship their ancestors. This is the most important event of the year. The men rarely go out. The people in their village have to go out because their lives are at stake. But those yamen runners have always lived a life of luxury. Besides, it's not their lives that are at stake. Why would they travel a long distance to arrest people during the New Year?
It was not only arduous, but also dangerous and bloody.
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