Wang immediately glared and screamed, "What? Five silver coins?!"
Aunt Zhao was also furious.
Wang turned to Aunt Zhao and said, "Mother! Mother! This money can't come from the Duke's family! This was found by Zhao Erya herself. If anyone wants to pay, it has to be paid by the Second House!"
Mrs. Li was almost crying in anxiety: "Mother, sister-in-law, we don't have any money on us... We have handed over all our money to mother..."
Wang sneered, "I don't care whether your second branch has money or not, but don't even think about involving our first branch with this money. Don't even think about getting us all into trouble!"
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For a moment, the whole cafeteria was in chaos again.
Mr. Zhao's face turned blue with anger: "Shut up!"
Old Master Zhao was still very prestigious. As soon as he spoke, everyone quieted down and looked eagerly at the head of the Zhao family.
Mr. Zhao frowned and said, "Let's eat first. We'll talk about this later!"
Aunt Zhao looked indignant, but fearing the stern majesty of Mr. Zhao, she could only serve porridge to everyone angrily.
The porridge spoon was in Aunt Zhao's hands, so she had the power to decide how much porridge to serve.
The first one she gave the spoon to was Li from the second house.
The soup spoon scooped up the top and poured it into the coarse porcelain bowl in front of Li. The porcelain bowl had a crack and was not full to begin with, so Aunt Zhao moved the water level down a little.
So it looks like there is only half a bowl of clear soup, not even enough to fill the gaps between your teeth.
Zhao Erya was so angry that she was about to argue, but Li covered her mouth with her hand and glared at her sternly.
"What? You think it's not enough?" Aunt Zhao's cold voice sounded.
"No, no, it's good enough to have something to eat. How dare a daughter-in-law complain about whether it's too much or too little?" Mrs. Li replied respectfully.
Aunt Zhao snorted coldly, ignored her and continued to add porridge to the rest of the people.
The eldest daughter, the second daughter, and even the youngest daughter...all got the top layer of porridge, but when it came to the turn of the four boys from the first wife, Aunt Zhao had to scoop it out from the bottom of the pot.
Because the corn porridge is not boiled, it easily sinks to the bottom, so when you scoop it from the bottom, what comes up with a spoon is thick porridge.
Erya and Xiaowu were envious and sad, but they had no reason to argue. It can be seen that such unfair distribution method has become a habit.
After distributing the porridge, Aunt Zhao began to distribute the black flour steamed buns.
The men in the Zhao family each got one steamed bun, while the women... only got half one. However, the sister-in-law Zhao Xiuli always got a whole black-faced steamed bun.
In the middle of the small, broken wooden table, there was a small bowl of black pickled vegetables. It didn't look like there was any oil or water in it, but in the Zhao family, this was the only dish to go with the meal.
The bland meal was quickly finished in silence, taking less than three minutes.
Zhao Daya, Zhao Erya, Zhao Xiaowu... They all tacitly kept the last bite of black-flour steamed bun in their hands and quietly put it into their sleeves.
"Bang!" Old Master Zhao put the bowl and chopsticks on the table, staring at Zhao Er with a stern gaze: "Tell me, how come your mother picked up a dead person?"
Zhao Er was a very honest farmer. How could he have known what was going on? He was stunned.
Zhao Erya quickly said, "Grandpa, yesterday when Xiaowu and I went to the back mountain to collect firewood, we saw the injured Sister Yun at the bottom of the cliff. Sister Yun was still breathing, she really wasn't dead! There were vultures circling in the sky at the time. If we hadn't saved her, she would have been torn to pieces and eaten by the vultures!"
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