As soon as these words came out, Old Man Zhang slammed the hookah hard.
"How dare you say that? How dare you think that? How dare you?"
"Dad, look at what you're saying. My family is already so rich. If we don't sell this land, can you finish the work?"
"Why can't we finish it? Don't we have enough people?" Fang Miaojuan said quickly.
Even she herself did not expect that her third brother's wife would dare to propose selling the land.
In this village, everyone's land is treated like a treasure.
That's something our ancestors left us.
If you say you want to sell it, what else can you do?
In Fang Miaojuan's eyes, those belonged to their room.
What's more, even with so much land, our family still can't fill their stomachs?
If we sell some more of them, we can imagine what we will face.
"Split up, split up, our third family can't stay in this house anymore!" Wang Xiuying pointed at Fang Miaojuan and said loudly.
At this time, her brothers 꺶 and 괗 were still here, so there was nothing that Wang Xiuying dared not say.
Besides, Jian Xiuxiao had already told her.
If you want to separate, you must say whatever is unpleasant to hear.
There is no need to endure it at all.
At first she didn't know what harsh words she should say.
Now it seems that it’s not that they don’t know, but that it hasn’t been pushed to this point yet.
Come to think of it, it’s a good thing that her son Zifu wasn’t really injured.
This is really hurt. Maybe the life of our third room is even more miserable than that of the first room back then?
Wang Xiuying originally thought that, with the working ability of the third room, her words would definitely cause opposition from them.
However, to everyone's surprise, after she finished speaking, the whole yard became quiet.
Of course, this silence did not mean that we were surprised.
Obviously, we are all thinking about this problem.
I'm always calculating in my head whether it's more cost-effective to split the family or not.
Seeing this, Wang Xiuying herself showed a hint of sarcasm.
However, at this moment, Zhang Zifu was carried back by his elder brother Wang Shishi and his younger brother Wang Shishi.
Looking at Zhang Zifu's red and swollen legs, Wang Xiuying was stunned.
Isn't this fake?
It seems like this, it's true?
"This...this...what's going on?" Wang Xiuying asked with wide eyes.
After asking, he seemed to realize what he had said, so he continued:
"Didn't I tell you to carry it to Renhe Hall first? Wouldn't it waste time to carry it here?"
When she said this, Wang Xiuying was so anxious that tears came to her eyes.
Because what she saw was that Zhang Zifu was really injured.
And it was a serious injury.
She didn't understand. When she just left, he was clearly alone.
Why did this suddenly become like this?
Zhang Zifu probably knew what Wang Xiuying was thinking, so he grabbed her rough hand and shook his head at her.
"you......"
"Don't worry, Xiuying. No matter what, as long as our family is together, it's enough."
Hearing this, Wang Xiuying immediately understood and nodded quickly, saying: "Yes, yes, yes, it's OK as long as our family is together, that's OK..."
"Xiuying, where's the money? You asked us to go to Renhe Hall, but how can we go without the money?"
Wang Xiaoshi said to Wang Xiuying.
Hearing this, Wang Xiuying immediately turned around and looked at Old Man Zhang beside her, and asked, "Dad, Mom said before that there is still some money at home. If it really doesn't work, we can take it out from Tianyi's salary first, right? Tianyi will go to the academy to recover, but I'm afraid there won't be anyone to recover his life, right?"
While saying this, Wang Xiuying glanced at Zhang Zirong and Fang Miaojuan in a similar manner.
By this time, Zhang Zifu probably already understood how things had progressed.
So he said to Old Man Zhang, "Dad, my foot... my foot... what do you mean now? Don't you want to give me money? Could it be that Tianyi's salary is heavier than mine?"
"Hey, Old Third, look at what you're saying. You're not dead, you just have a leg injury. Won't it be healed after a while?"
"Okay? Didn't you say that back then? What's the result?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Miaojuan choked.
Obviously, he didn't expect Zhang Zifu to be so sharp-tongued today.
Seeing Fang Miaojuan had nothing to say, Zhang Zifu turned to Old Man Zhang and asked, "Dad, where is the silver? Why don't you give it to me?"
"It's not that I don't want to give it to the third brother. In fact, this good wife you married just told me that she wanted to divide the family property." Old man Zhang pointed at Wang Xiuying and said.
"Xiuying, do you know what you are saying? As long as the elders are alive, the family will not be divided. This..."
"Old Third, your wife has already spoken like this, what else can we say?" Chen Xi on the side said quickly.
After hearing this, Zhang Zirong nodded repeatedly.
The expression of fear that something unexpected would happen if he was late was clearly written on his face.
Seeing this, Zhang Zifu still had something to understand.
But he still raised his head, looked at Old Man Zhang in disbelief, and asked, "Suo Dad, do you agree now? Do you plan to split the family?"
"That's not what I said, that's what she said!"
When he said this, Old Man Zhang pointed at Wang Xiuying with the chimney.
Zhang Zifu sneered, and this laugh seemed to be mocking himself, but also seemed to be satirizing himself.
Even he himself did not expect that he had only broken his leg and might never be able to stand up again.
My own father can treat me like this.
Just now at the end of the village, Jian Xiu had told 놛 that if 놙놚놛 told everyone that 놛's legs could no longer stand up, and he slightly suggested dividing the family, everyone in that family would agree.
I didn't believe it at the time, but I thought my wife might agree.
But Dad will definitely not agree.
But the facts slapped me hard in the face.
The dad whom I called all the way from home to home, abandoned me just because of my pair of legs.
Over the years, haven't we, the three-bedroom family, paid enough for this family?
But think about it, with my brother's experience as a precedent, what else is there for me to not understand?
I have to say that this time I really won't give up until I hit the wall.
After sorting out his thoughts, Zhang Zifu raised his head and asked with a trembling voice: "Dad, are you really going to separate our third room?"
"Didn't you guys suggest this? I didn't say it." Chen Dongxi muttered.
"I didn't ask you, I asked my father!" Zhang Zifu yelled at Chen Dongxi.
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