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

The two elderly people still need to continue to raise and grow the children, so I have to weigh this matter comprehensively."

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, he added: "The first thing is, of course, to count all the belongings."

"Of course, the silver in the box is no exception."

When Aunt Zhou heard this, her expression suddenly changed and she blurted out, "No!"

Her refusal was firm, for she knew that once the inventory was made public, she would have to face huge losses, and the silver coins that contained her past joys and sorrows might be gone forever.

However, before the village chief could speak again, Jiang Xunzhong strode forward, snatched the box, and said firmly, "Why not? Since you want to divide the family, but you are so stingy with the money, how can this be justified?"

Under the spotlight of all people, Jiang Xunzhong was determined to show his rational and responsible side, and did not want others to see him as weak and incompetent.

He pulled out an axe from the box neatly, threw it aside casually, and said in a voice that left no room for doubt: "Then let the village director count it fairly and divide it up as it should be. Of the three sons, one died young, one drifted apart due to misunderstanding, and the other is lying on his sickbed with his life or death uncertain. We, an old couple, should have been enjoying our retirement, but now we have to take care of even Da Zhuang's livelihood ourselves. Although this money is the pension left by my late husband, it is not necessary to divide it up, but for the sake of dividing the family, I can't bear to see Xie Xinghua and her son suffer, so let the village director decide everything according to the situation."

Jiang Xunzhong's words, like a series of affectionate dramas, slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes. His helplessness and sacrifice made everyone present feel the same.

Especially when mentioning that the silver was the pension for Aunt Zhou's deceased husband, the weight of it was not just the weight of the silver, but also touched the softest part of everyone's heart, making the village director feel deeply moved and with mixed feelings.

At this moment, the village director frowned, and his eyes revealed a hint of embarrassment and helplessness.

This inheritance clearly belonged to the deceased and had nothing to do with the Jiang family. However, Aunt Zhou's refusal to hand it over seemed to have some valid reasons.

But the situation had developed to this point and was like an arrow on a bow string that had to be shot. The village chief could only force himself to remain calm and secretly figure out how to properly handle this sudden storm.

Aunt Zhou glanced at her husband beside her, and a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in her eyes.

After being married for many years, she never thought that her husband, who always played the role of a good guy, could be so capable.

Normally, he would push any task that might offend others onto himself, causing her to be known as a shrew and henpecked woman among the neighbors, while he would always try to keep things quiet.

At this moment, he no longer avoided it. This hidden intention made Aunt Zhou feel unprecedented strangeness and depth.

A chill quietly crept into her heart, and Aunt Zhou suddenly felt as if the person she had relied on all these years was actually a mysterious existence.

She couldn't help but wonder if she really understood the man next to her?

The turmoil in Jiang Xunzhong's heart and his doubts and dissatisfaction with Zhao have been going on for a long time.

Thinking back to when we first met, she was shunned by everyone because of rumors that she was a jinx. No one in the entire village dared to approach her easily.

I was alone, with two young children to support, and my life was very difficult and I was struggling to make ends meet.

I happened to hear that she had a generous compensation in her hands, and I immediately felt that this might be an opportunity to resolve the current dilemma.

The two of them did have a sweet and warm time at first. The money was like timely rain, which made their lives less difficult.

However, with the birth of Changxi, Zhao's attitude towards her two sons gradually became cold, and the situation became more and more serious day by day.

Although the atmosphere at home was becoming increasingly tense, Jiang Xunzhong chose to endure and avoid it in order to maintain peace in the family.

People in the village often laughed at him for being henpecked, but at the same time they also praised him as a good man who didn't want to cause trouble.

In such evaluations, he found a peculiar balance and comfort. Even when faced with Zhao's harsh criticism and even occasional physical conflicts, he always endured it silently.

The reason why Jiang Xunzhong was able to be so forbearing was partly because he did not have to rely entirely on farm work to make a living. His life was relatively affluent and he did not suffer too much hardship.

Until one day, Zhao revealed that the family's money was almost exhausted because of Changxi's wedding. He suddenly realized that something was wrong. So he began to work with Xie Xinghua and her three daughters to take care of the long-abandoned fields.

What no one expected was that Zhao had secretly hidden a large amount of silver, enough for the family to live worry-free for several generations.

Jiang Xunzhong felt mixed emotions when he thought about how they had slept in the same bed for all these years but yet their minds were as far apart as a thousand mountains and rivers.

At this moment, the two of them were each thinking about their own things and were waiting for the village director to announce the division of their property.

The village director held the list in his hand, pursed his lips, and said slowly, as if he had weighed the pros and cons: "The items in your house are badly damaged. There is no point in dividing them up."

"As for the property, apart from the rooms that each of you lives in, there are only the kitchen and the woodshed left. I think the kitchen should be left to the two old people, and the woodshed should belong to the eldest son. Does anyone have any objection to this distribution?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xinghua got the woodshed and naturally had no objection.

Aunt Zhou wanted to raise an objection, but was stopped by Jiang Xunzhong with a subtle look. The protest on her lips finally turned into silent swallowing, and everything seemed to be settled.

Seeing that both parties had no objection, the village chief's weather-beaten face showed a warm smile, and his voice was a bit gentle and vicissitudes of life. He slowly said: "Since there is no objection, the ownership of the old house will be settled happily. It can be regarded as a successful conclusion to a major event in our village."

As for the distribution of the land, the village director looked through the crowd, as if looking for everyone's reaction, and then he slowly spoke: "As for the land, according to convention, the Tianzi land is the most superior, so it will naturally be one piece; the Dizi land is slightly inferior, with a total of four pieces; the Renzhuo land is suitable for ordinary farming, with two pieces; and finally the more remote and barren Hezi land, with a total of three pieces. In my opinion, the Tianzi land should be left to the two elders. After all, everyone has witnessed their contributions to the village over the years."

Jiang Xunzhong's brows relaxed slightly, a hint of comfort flashed in his eyes, and Zhao's clenched hands gradually loosened. The two exchanged a reassuring look, secretly glad that the village director still did not remember the old friendship.

However, before this feeling of gratitude could take root in my heart, it was shaken by the village chief's next words.