Chapter 36 The Hanged Man with a Story
Mu Youcai paused for a moment and then continued,
"Uncle, you know my mother's temper; it's too difficult to change her mind."
For the sake of my daughters and my wife, I had no choice but to separate the family. However, separating the family does not mean I will no longer care about them.
I will be filial to my parents, but the marriage of our children is a decision only my husband and I can make.
The village chief was quite surprised by Mu Youcai's proposal to divide the family property. He wanted Mu Youcai to stand up for himself, but he never expected that Mu Youcai would actually propose to divide the family property.
Village Chief Lin pondered for a moment and looked seriously at Mu Youcai.
"Have you thought it through?"
Mu Youcai nodded.
"I've thought it through. I'll ask Uncle Village Chief to make the decision."
"Alright, since you've made up your mind, let's resolve this as soon as possible. I see your parents are still awake, and we have to travel tomorrow, so we won't have time to deal with these things. Let's just go and talk to them now."
However, you should be mentally prepared. Given your mother's temper, she probably won't give you much when the family divides things. We've only just begun, and the journey ahead will be very difficult.
Mu Youcai glanced in the direction of his wife and daughter, then said decisively,
"Uncle, I've made up my mind. I don't want anything as long as we can separate the family."
The further south we go, the less severe the drought becomes. We dig for wild vegetables and hunt for wild animals. Although it's hard work, at least we're a family together. If we don't separate the family, my daughters will be sold by my mother sooner or later..."
Since Mu Youcai had made up his mind, the village chief didn't delay and immediately went with him to find Zhao Juhua and Mu Dachang. Mu Dachang didn't say anything, since he had never been in charge of this family anyway.
Zhao Juhua was definitely against her only son wanting to separate from the family.
However, Mu Youcai had already made up his mind, and Zhao Juhua couldn't do anything about it even if she disagreed.
However, Zhao Juhua thought again that if the family split up, there would be fewer mouths to feed, and her beloved grandson wouldn't have to go hungry.
She had a sudden inspiration and looked at Mu Youcai and the village chief.
"I can separate the family, and I can also ignore the marriages of those girls, but I can't ignore my eldest grandson."
"And after the family splits up, there won't be any money or food for you. You'll have to take your wife and those maids and go begging for food."
Mu Youcai certainly didn't want to let go of his son, Mu Chengrong.
However, he also knew that Chengrong was his mother's lifeblood, and it was impossible to prevent his mother from taking care of him.
In the end, Mu Youcai gritted his teeth and agreed to Zhao Juhua's conditions. The village chief tried his best to secure five catties of mixed grains for Mu Youcai.
By the light of the fire, the village chief wrote a document for them to separate their family property overnight. From then on, Mu Youcai took his wife and three daughters and lived separately.
Meanwhile, Zhao Juhua and Mu Dachang, an elderly couple, lived with Mu Chengrong.
Mu Youcai and his family received only a few changes of clothes, five jin of mixed grains, a tattered cotton quilt, and a few rough porcelain bowls with holes in them.
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Ning Bao, who was asleep, was not idle. Her spirit had long since left her body and was now inside the spirit-binding bag.
Ning Bao frowned as she looked at the hanged ghost she had just captured.
"Why are you crying? You're making so much noise that I can't sleep properly. My dad said that if you don't sleep well, you won't grow tall."
The moment the hanged ghost turned its head, Ning Bao took a step back. This was truly a classic hanged ghost—its tongue lolling out, eyes wide open, and face pale…
Even though Ning Bao had seen many ghosts, she didn't want to keep looking at the slightly terrifying face of the hanged ghost.
She frowned and sighed softly, then gently patted the hanged ghost's face with her small hand while chanting a spell. The hanged ghost's face instantly returned to normal.
Ning Bao looked at the delicate face in front of her.
"Hmm, this looks much better."
Suddenly, Ning Bao's aura turned icy as she stared coldly at the hanged ghost.
"Tell me, why did you entice me, Zhaodi, to hang myself?"
The hanged ghost suddenly knelt on the ground.
"Little Celestial Master, spare me! I was bewitched. I just felt so pitiful in my previous life, and I happened to meet a girl who was just as pitiful as me, so I casually offered her a few words of advice. I never expected her to actually hang herself."
"Oh!"
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