The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

"How can I get paid for my own work?"

Su Yu responded calmly, "This is what you advocated, and it must be clearly divided. Since we don't own a single cent of the Jiang family's property, then you shouldn't take away Ziling's labor for free. Village head, Uncle Li, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Her eyes sparkled with confidence and wisdom.

Uncle Li stroked his gray beard and silently calculated the figures given by Su Yu in his mind. He secretly praised the girl for her quick mind. The accounts were clear at a glance and clear in a flash.

Being directly named, Uncle Li nodded in agreement, "No deviation! I remember the matter about the two wing rooms and the land very clearly. It is indeed true."

The village chief witnessed this scene and wanted to remain serious, but he was almost amused by the verbal battle between Zhao and Su Yu. In the end, he couldn't help but smile, but soon regained his serious expression, "I think what Ziling's wife said makes sense. Since we have to divide it clearly, then the accounts must also be clearly calculated."

Zhao was so shocked by the two people's remarks that she was speechless. That was more than one hundred taels of silver. How could the two most respected elders in the village think that this request was reasonable?

"Don't delay any longer. Pay the bill quickly. I will vacate the house as soon as the money arrives."

Zhao's eyes wandered between the three people. Suddenly, as if she realized something, her voice was full of disbelief. "You, you teamed up to bully me?"

When the village chief heard this, his face darkened. "Auntie Zhou, that's not right. Collaborative oppression? As the village chief of Liushu Village, you personally invited me to mediate the family conflict today. How can it be considered collusion and oppression? Your words are really chilling."

Uncle Li's tone was mixed with a bit of helplessness and a bit of blame, and he said, "That's right, it was Xunzhong who told me that you two elders were interested in making peace with the second branch, so you asked me to come and persuade them. I also thought that once Youfu left, you two elders would be alone, so I took the trouble to come here. Now I just said a few fair words, how can I be considered a part of the conspiracy?"

Zhao's temperament is a secret known to almost everyone in this small village.

Faced with this self-inflicted situation, even bystanders could clearly see that she had pushed herself step by step into a situation where she had no way out.

In this family dispute, wise people have already judged which side to support.

Seeing that no one was on his side, Zhao realized that his situation was not good. Not only did he fail to win the hearts of the people, but he made enemies on both sides.

Thinking about the huge sum of hundreds of taels of silver in her mind, how could she easily raise it to pay the so-called "wages"?

So, Zhao simply sat down on the ground and started to perform the farce she was best at.

"Oh my god, is this really fair? How can a son work for his old father and then ask for the wages he has earned since he was a child?"

Her voice was high-pitched and exaggerated, trying to gain sympathy.

"It's so hard to be a stepmother. You have worked so hard to raise the child, but now that the child has grown up, you want to distance yourself from him. You change your mind faster than turning the pages of a book!"

"My poor poor fellow..."

Her crying seemed to be telling a tragic story that no one understood.

This commotion did attract some attention among the villagers who were enjoying the cool air after dinner, but unlike in the past, this time, people just stopped from a distance and no one came forward to watch the excitement.

"Hey, wasn't it just a few days since Youfu left? What's the Jiang family up to now?"

"Who knows? Every family has its own problems."

"Why don't you go take a look?"

"Forget it. It's not the seventh day of the rich's reign yet, and I don't want to bring bad luck upon myself."

The villagers exchanged glances and tacitly decided to just be spectators from afar.

Su Yu was already extremely tired of Zhao's tricks.

"enough!"

She shouted, "If you don't want to pay, then forget about getting those items back. Please ask the village chief to write a written receipt, in black and white, to avoid any trouble in the future."

The village chief saw through Su Yu's real intention - he just wanted Zhao to stop making unnecessary noise, so he quickly prepared a certificate and both parties put their fingerprints on it to confirm.

When Zhao heard that Su Yu had given in, how could she refuse? She thought to herself, how could those shabby houses and a few plots of land be worth so much money? She pressed her fingerprints on the voucher impatiently, fearing that Su Yu would suddenly regret it.

The matter was finally settled, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Xie Xinghua alone to quietly clean up the scattered dishes.

Daya volunteered to stay and help, while Erya and Sanya were sent to deliver dinner to Jiang Wangshan.

Zhao's eyes fell on the almost empty bowls and plates, and the frustration in her heart bubbled like boiling water, becoming increasingly difficult to calm down.

This time, not only did she lose her original plan, but she also lost her own delicious food. She gained nothing and was filled with sorrow.

Looking at the backs of Daya, Erya and Sanya as they walked away, a nameless fire rose in my chest, as if I had found an outlet to vent.

"You ungrateful little girl, you actually dare to defend that cunning thing and go against me!"

Zhao suddenly grabbed Xie Xinghua's wrist with such force that Xie Xinghua couldn't help but scream out in surprise.

Due to the sudden pain, Xie Xinghua accidentally dropped the dishes in her hands, which instantly shattered to the ground. The crisp cracking sounds echoed in the air.

Zhao was furious when she saw this scene. She couldn't help but increase the strength of her hands. "What an idiot! You can't even handle such a small matter. What else can you do besides eating?"

"Mom, I really didn't mean it..."

Xie Xinghua tried hard to break free and pulled her arms back with all her might, but the strength accumulated from years of hard work was beyond her ability to resist and all her struggles seemed so powerless.

Daya was startled, a hint of anxiety and determination flashed in her eyes. She didn't care about the steaming food on the table. The chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a "click". She rushed towards Zhao who was abusing her mother.

"Stop! Don't hit my mother!"

There was a determination in Daya's voice that could not be ignored, and her small body looked particularly brave under the dim light.

Zhao frowned, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she was secretly calculating the last time Daya talked back to her.

Today, this girl has walked herself into the trap, so it's a good opportunity to settle all new and old grudges together.

Her hands skillfully picked up a wooden stick lying in the corner. The stick looked smooth from long-term use and exuded an unquestionable majesty.

The wooden stick made a sound as it was swung, and its target was directly aimed at Xie Xinghua's thin body.

The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly in this sudden storm. Their figures seemed particularly small under the flickering candlelight, but they were extremely determined. They only cared about each other's safety and had no time to care about anything else.