The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

"How is it possible? The eldest princess is so filial to the Queen Mother and has a good relationship with you. After she gets married, she will become the mistress of the Yan family. No matter how much she has ideas, she is still a woman. How could she attack her mother's family and her husband's family? Well, doesn’t it mean stabbing yourself?”

Mrs. Mingguo felt as if she had heard a joke, "The land of the aristocratic family has been earned by generations of ancestors for hundreds of years. Naturally, the more land, the better, and the richer the family wealth, the more it can stand."

Cui Ming is the direct daughter of the Cui family.

She has grown up in this environment since she was a child. Even though she is reasonable and doesn't care much about things, she is still very traditional and stubborn in some general directions.

"The Yan family has opened so many factories with the help of my cousin, and the money they make is dozens of times that of those farms. Even if our family donated the 50,000 acres of land, and the slaves are all in good condition, they will not have any injuries. You can also get a good reputation.”

Yan Yang tried to reason with his mother.

However, Mrs. Mingguo couldn't make sense at all. She showed a sad expression: "There are two Zhuangzi among them, which were placed when your father was still alive. It's just a thought to keep them. Besides, the land is the land, and the factory is a factory. Factories and shops are making money now, but there is no guarantee that they will not lose money one day in the future, but the field is different. Although the profit is not much, it is a real deal to be able to harvest crops every year. The field is the foundation of a big family, and this foundation If you don’t want it anymore, how can you feel at ease?”

Yan Yang's face gradually darkened.

Seeing that her son was unhappy, Mrs. Mingguo softened her tone. She gave her grandson a mutton pancake and said, "Yang'er sees that the Cui family's huge family fortune is based on seven hundred years of accumulated land." Get up. The Yan family’s farmland is already small enough. You and the eldest princess will support it no matter what mothers you are, but it’s best not to touch this farmland.”

Zebao is a child who grew up in a honeypot.

He took a bite of the mutton sesame cake and spat it out in disgust: "The mutton must be spicy enough to make it taste better. This cake is a bit tangy."

Mrs. Mingguo felt very distressed and immediately took another piece of sugar cake and said, "Aze, dear, if it doesn't taste good, let's change it to another one. It's a cake made from sugar invented by your mother. It's very delicious."

Yan Yang looked at the mutton biscuits thrown away by his son, and the veins on his forehead suddenly bulged out.

In his mind, he pictured the seven bald children in Chief Shi's family who were so hungry that they couldn't even open their eyelids. They could only watch the guests eating boiled potatoes and secretly swallow their saliva while waiting for the black bran dumplings.

He remembered the scene where his fiancée, without saying a word, swept the broken bran dumplings into the vegetable soup and swallowed them down.

"pick it up!"

He frowned like a king of hell.

Yan Ze was a little bit like a nobleman from a noble family. He muttered, clenched his fists, and refused to pick it up.

Xie Wuya saw his elder brother being reprimanded by his father, and his elder brother became stubborn again. He couldn't help but pick it up, so he just left it there and remained in a stalemate.

He took the initiative to jump down from the embroidered pier, bent down to pick up the mutton sesame cake, and quietly stuffed it into his brother's hand.

Yan Yang said coldly: "No food is allowed to be wasted on the Yan family's dining table in the future."

Yan Ze felt more and more shameless, and the corners of his aggrieved eyes were moist.

Daddy, what's going on?

He used to be a notoriously picky eater. Before he met his mother, almost nothing could go into his mouth. I don’t know how many pancakes I didn’t like were thrown away, and countless unpalatable dishes were overturned. Dad also pampered and indulged them.

"Why bother? It's just a mutton pancake, worthless. Aze is still young, and you are too harsh on him."

The old lady hurried up to smooth things over, of course, in favor of her eldest grandson.

She held Zebao in her arms, made him laugh, doted on him like an ancestor, and personally fed him sugar cakes. Zebao was dissatisfied with Yan Yang and was holding back his anger. He just stubbornly turned his mouth aside and refused to take a bite.

The more so.

Yan Yang's anger became more and more uncontrollable.

The mutton pancakes were thrown away.

If you don't take a bite of the sugar cake, it feels like the whole family owes you.

Is this the Prince Regent?

Is this the heir to the Yan family?

"Eat the mutton pancakes."

"No." Yan Ze almost crushed the sesame seed cake in his hand.

"What do you want to eat? Eat the stars in the sky?"

"Yang'er——" Mrs. Mingguo was anxious.

"I think you should eat a few meals of black bran dumplings!"

Zebao didn't know what black chaff dumplings were, but when he heard the name, it was something that even livestock wouldn't eat. He felt that his father no longer loved him, and he was so pitiful when he scolded him like this without any mercy in front of his grandmother.

So, he opened his voice and cried loudly: "Dad, I'm going to find my mother!"

Say it.

He rushed out of the Regent's Palace without looking back.

He took a carriage at the gate of Shangfu and went straight to the eldest princess's mansion.

Zebao thought to himself, Mom is the best. Mom will give me chocolate, make hot pot, ketchup fries, and feed me whole meals in different ways.

But who knows.

Mu Tingxue looked at her son, whose eyes were red from crying, and listened quietly to his son accusing his father of how cruel and unreasonable he was.

"that's it?"

"Also, my father was very cruel. He made me eat the mutton pancakes on the floor. The pancakes were dirty. How could I eat them? He abused me!"

Zebao screamed and complained.

Mu Tingxue took her son's hand, took off his luxurious princely clothes, and put on a pair of coarse linen clothes for him: "Let's go, mother will take you to a place to play."

Zebao was extremely happy, his big eyes flashing: "Okay."

Three hours later.

Mu Tingxue placed Yan Ze on the earthen kang covered with tattered mats at the village chief's house, together with the seven naked and bald children.

"Village chief, I picked up a doll in a mud pit when I went up the mountain. Please look after it for two days."

"no problem."

"Give your baby whatever he wants to eat. He can eat from the same pot. Let him help with whatever farm work your baby does on a daily basis."

"okay."

Village Chief Shi was very simple and did not doubt Mu Tingxue's words at all. Along the way up the mountain, Zebao had a lot of cocklebur stains on his body, his burlap clothes were scratched, there was a streak of dust on his face, and there was a withered grass leaf in his hair. It really looks like a mountain doll.

Zebao was dumbfounded.

There were seven thin, dark children who couldn't tell the difference between men and women. They surrounded him. One pinched his face and the other tugged on his hands. The earthen kang was so crowded that he didn't know who kicked his little butt.

Wuwuwu——

His mother didn’t want him anymore and said he was picked up from a mud puddle on the mountain!

Two days later.

Mu Tingxue and Yan Yang went up the mountain to pick up the baby together.

I saw Yan Ze at the edge of the well, his fingers turned red from the cold, and several other bald children, helping to fetch water and wash clothes. He also had a black chaff dumpling in his hand, his mouth was flattened pitifully, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Turning around, I saw my parents at the door.

Zebao immediately burst into tears, out of breath, stumbled to the door, hugged Yan Yang's thigh: "Dad! I eat! I eat mutton sesame cakes! My son knows that he is wrong, and he wants to go back." Home!"

Wow, oh, my mother is also bad, she and my father are in the same group.