"Mom, why are you moving all this?"
Mrs. Xu glanced around the yard, then ran into her kitchen. She saw an empty stove and a pot, and her vision went dark.
"Master, we have lost our big iron pot and many farm tools."
Zhao Dayong was speechless, "Mom, what are you doing?"
"What am I making a fuss about? Aren't these bought by your father and me? Now that I'm moving, you can't take my own things."
Old Sun sat on the ground, "Old man, take me with you, take me with you. If I stay here, I will be annoyed. What's the point of raising them? None of them are filial to me! Old man, I am in a difficult situation!"
Zhao Dayong's temples were throbbing, and more people gathered at the door of their house to watch the fun.
"It's all yours, it's all yours, you can move whatever you want, okay? I'm not stopping you from moving."
Old Sun curled her lips. Didn't they stop her from moving? Who would believe that? Just now, when Miss Sun said that the pot was gone, the second son wanted to eat her.
If I raise a child, there is no hope for me anymore.
With outsiders watching, Zhao Dayong held his breath and asked his son to help his mother move. Not only could he not stop her from moving, he had to help her move.
"Big brother, second brother, I can just use these old things, you guys buy new ones."
Zhao Dawen and Zhao Dayong vomited blood. This old lady has a big mouth. Does she know what she is saying?
"Mom, why don't you keep the old furniture and let my brother and I buy you new ones. A new house should be matched with new furniture."
"Really?" Old Mrs. Sun's eyes brightened. She also felt that these broken things were not suitable for her new home, but what could she do? Wasn't there anyone buying her a new house?
"Really?" Zhao Dawen said stiffly.
His reputation is bad enough, he can't bear to be criticized any more.
"Ms. Huang, move the furniture, and let's go to the cellar to get the food." She didn't think about asking for food from her two sons, she only moved food for herself and the old man.
Zhao Dayong's face turned dark. His mother had moved so much food, and their family might not be able to make it until the autumn harvest and would have to pay for food.
Good, really good! Really fucking good!
He could no longer keep the last bit of his family fortune, and he also had to personally help deliver the food to his mother's new house.
Zhao Dawen was relatively better off; his family brought all the kitchen supplies from the county town, as well as some farm tools.
Wang was the only one working at home, so there was no shortage of tools.
Zhao Dayong finally arrived at his mother's new home amidst the discussions of the villagers. He put down his things and didn't want to stay for a while.
"Master, should we send all this food to the cellar?"
"Leave a bag in the kitchen."
“Hey!”
Huang was very satisfied with her current life. Living with the old lady was much better than her life in her husband's or her own family before. At least she could have a full meal every time.
There wasn't much work to do. If two people didn't farm, how much work could they do with a well in the yard? As for the old lady's nagging, she didn't think it was a big deal. It was nice to have someone talking in the room, and it was a bit lively.
The old lady was a nice person. As long as she got the job done, she wouldn't scold her or hit her, and would even praise her occasionally.
She felt that being sold was a good thing and that she should have been sold earlier.
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