Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

"When my mother-in-law married into the Zhao family, did she give away all her land?"

Yang Xiuying put her hands on her hips and said, "Let's get the village chief. He's a man of high moral character and a man of decisiveness."

Mother Zhao wanted to say something, but Tian Guilan beside her couldn't wait any longer. She had her husband and son to do the farm work, and even if those maids were not there, it would not be her turn to do it. She let her youngest son do the housework, and she would just cook at most, because she had so many sons.

Tian Guilan has already assigned the tasks left behind after Xiuying and her daughter left. As long as they don't tire herself out, it's fine.

"Go ahead, and don't regret it later. Once this family is divided, you, an orphan and a widow, will have no one to rely on in the village. I wonder how you'll survive!"

If you want to come back then, you must kneel down and cry to beg me. Tian Guilan seemed to have seen Yang Xiuying with seven useless girls, who had lost the protection of the Zhao family, were bullied and could not survive, and knelt down to beg her to take them in.

Tian Guilan became more and more proud, not noticing the expression of Zhao's mother beside her at all.

Mother Zhao was so angry that she gasped. Going to the village chief would mean dividing the good mountains, forests and fields.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. We will each live our own lives after the separation."

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Village head home

"Xiuying, you better think about it. It's not easy for a woman like you to raise a child."

The old village chief looked worriedly at the seven daughters standing behind Yang Xiuying. He had seen a lot of things in his life and thought that Zhao's mother must have taken out her anger on Xiuying again, which was why she took the initiative to propose a division.

Seeing that the village chief felt pity for Yang Xiuying and her daughter, Zhao's mother pinched her thigh hard and started crying as if she had suffered a great injustice. She told the story of Yang Xiuying killing the old hen.

"Old village chief, how can you imagine a daughter-in-law like this? They ate such precious things and didn't even leave a piece of meat or a sip of soup for me, an old woman!"

Mother Zhao cried and talked about how Yang Xiuying ate alone, how unfilial she was, and how she instigated her seven daughters to almost take her life.

Yang Xiuying listened quietly on the side without saying a word in rebuttal. She really admired the old lady's ability to stir up trouble. No wonder the original owner and her seven daughters had been exploited by her and eventually lost their lives.

Seeing the village chief listening with an expressionless face, I guess he knew about the Zhao family's affairs. After all, the seven granddaughters of the Zhao family were standing here with skin and bones. Anyone with a discerning eye could see whether they were living a good life or not.

After Zhao's mother finished her sobbing, the old village chief asked, "How much of the silver left by the second son is left? If the family wants to divide the silver, Xiuying and her daughter will also have a share."

Speaking of money, Zhao's mother looked flustered and stammered, "Has it almost been spent?"

"These girls don't look like they were raised with money." The old village chief said and looked at the strong boys standing next to Tian Guilan. The contrast was too obvious.

"Old Zhao, you'd better tell the truth. Xiuying and her daughter are supposed to share the money left by the second son. If you hide it and don't give it out, you're breaking the law." The old village chief shook his pipe and said, "I think it was a flogging."

When Zhao's mother mentioned the punishment of flogging, her hands trembled. She was already old, how could she bear the punishment? She answered honestly: "I have spent some of the second son's money over the years. Now I still have 20 taels. I am saving it for the children."

"Then divide it into ten taels and give it to Xiuying and her daughter."

As he spoke, the village chief asked his daughter-in-law to bring pen and ink. The old village chief had studied in a private school for a few days when he was young, so writing documents was not a problem for him. Everyone also respected people who could read and write. After all, now the old village chief's family was the only one in the village who had literate people.

Naturally, a deed must be written to divide the family. The Zhao family does not have valuable things like writing brushes and ink, and only the old village chief's family has them in the entire village. This is also the purpose of Yang Xiuying coming to the old village chief's house.

While his daughter-in-law Wang Shufen was grinding ink, the old village chief asked, "The Zhao family has 23 mu of land and six mountains. Have you decided how to divide it?"

Seeing her mother-in-law was about to speak, Tian Guilan quickly stopped her. Her mother-in-law had already made her lose ten taels of silver, and she couldn't let her lose her land again.

She raised her voice and said, "The second wife is too fertile. She has given birth to seven daughters. We, the first wife, only have four sons. If we divide the inheritance according to the number of children, it will definitely not be cost-effective for us. Besides, our son will have many children in the future."

Tian Guilan's eyes turned and she said, "Just divide it according to who you are. When I married into the Zhao family, my land was also divided over there, and the same goes for my mother-in-law. The public land should go to my mother-in-law, one part, Zhao Cunliang, one part, and me. My second brother is no longer around, so his share doesn't count. So my sister-in-law's share should be included. A total of four parts, that's fair."

Wang Shufen, who was grinding ink, was dumbfounded. How could it be divided like this? When asking for money, the second son of the Zhao family was included, but when dividing the land, he had no share. In the past, she only knew that Xiuying and her daughter had a hard life in the Zhao family, but now it seemed that they could not live at all. Otherwise, how could a helpless woman take the initiative to propose separation with her child.

Wang Shufen looked at her father-in-law, wanting to say something to help the widow and orphan, but was glared back at. She felt utterly disappointed. Could it be that she had seen it all, but her father-in-law hadn't?

When the seven daughters heard that according to their aunt's division method, the eight of them could only get one share, they looked at Xiuying helplessly. However, even if they could only get one share, as long as they could be with their mother, it would be fine. This time, their mother did not give up on them.

The seven daughters had already made a plan in their minds. If there was not enough food, they would be more diligent and go up the mountain to dig more wild vegetables, which were not that bad to eat.

The old village chief did not mention the division of land, but asked: "Old Zhao's family, you have three brick houses, how are they divided?"

The Zhao family's three brick houses were built by their ancestors. In the entire Futian Village, only the village chief's family and the Zhao family had brick houses. These three brick houses were the pride of the Zhao family. If Tian Guilan had followed her previous division method, wouldn't one of them have to go to Yang Xiuying?

These are brick and tile houses. How could Zhao's mother bear to part with them? Tian Guilan was even more reluctant. She hoped that Yang Xiuying would separate from the family and become the head of the household. Then she would be the mistress of these three brick and tile houses. Would Yang Xiuying still stay here and be an eyesore?

Mother Zhao glared at Tian Guilan fiercely. It was this stupid thing that made things worse instead of better. She had lost everything she had lost.

At this moment, Yang Xiuying, who had never been born, said, "I don't want the brick house that belongs to me anymore."

"Really?" Mother Zhao looked at Yang Xiuying in surprise.

What a fool he is. He doesn't even want a brick house. You can tell at a glance that he is destined to suffer.

"Mother-in-law just needs to give me a bigger piece of land."