After the separation, the family had a lot of fish and meat every day, and the best was furious

Housekeeper Wang was still a little panicked, because Mr. Wang only wanted to have a wedding to bring good luck because he believed the master's words.

Now that Lin Ting said this, he had to worry about the safety of the young master.

Don’t be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the worst!

"Shut up, you little whore, stop talking nonsense. How dare you question the Wang family?"

Mother Shen came over and was about to beat Lin Ting, but she didn't even consider her age. Lin Ting grabbed her wrist and pushed her out, and Mother Shen fell down.

Mother Shen's eyes widened. The pain from her body made her unbelievable that Lin Ting would hit her. This was extremely unfilial.

"You bitch, you dare to hit me?"

Lin Ting looked down at Shen's mother who was lying on the ground and throwing a tantrum, and said in a firm tone.

"The Lin Ting of the past is dead. From now on, I will only live for myself, and these methods of yours will be useless to me."

"Shen Jizu, is what she said true? If you dare to lie, and anything happens to the Wang family, we will fight to the death and see you in court."

These words really frightened Shen Jizu. He was panicked and at a loss. He didn't dare to be responsible for the life and death of Wang's grandson, so he could only tell the truth.

"She, she, she...she was indeed out of breath for a while."

Things have changed, and Butler Wang has no choice but to listen to Lin Ting. He has to find a master to calculate before deciding whether to take the person away.

"If this fails, the Shen family will return the fifty taels of betrothal silver to the Wang family. Our Wang family's silver didn't come from the wind. Let's go..."

Butler Wang turned and left unhappily. Wang Shichu was a well-known money-grubber and would not waste a penny.

"Butler Wang, Butler Wang..."

No matter how Shen Jizu and Shen's mother called out, Steward Wang would not turn back, and they were extremely anxious.

"What should we do? Mother, my son has already spent thirty of the fifty taels. If the Wang family returns the betrothal silver, how can we afford to pay them back?"

Mr. Wang had a reputation for being a money-grubber, and Shen Jizu believed that if he didn't return the fifty taels of silver to them, they would definitely not let him go.

"What? You've already spent thirty taels? This is going to kill me."

Mother Shen sat down on the muddy road and wiped tears from her eyes.

"Mother, I have no choice. The ancestors of the Shen family were high officials. My name reminds me to inherit the virtues of my ancestors. I must spend this money."

For many years, Shen Jizu has been using these words to coax Shen's mother. One is willing to say it, and the other is willing to believe it. It has become a pathological habit.

Lin Ting held her daughter in her arms, feeling dizzy. Her stomach growled and she was so hungry that she felt dizzy and dizzy.

She was too lazy to watch Shen's mother and Shen Jizu crying and shouting, so she followed the path through Wushan Village and went home according to her memory.

When I returned to the Shen family, the shock I experienced in my memory and in reality was different.

At the entrance to the Shen family's house was a one-meter-high fence made of branches, many of the black branches had rotted.

After entering the door, there is a messy courtyard, surrounded by three small houses built with mud.

The yellow mud walls were falling off piece by piece. The main house facing the gate was where Shen's mother lived.

Shen Jizu rented a small house in Zhuwen County, and when the family came back, they would also live in the main house.

The east wing is where the second brother's family lives, and it has three small rooms.

The most dilapidated west wing is where the third son Shen Dali and his family live. Originally, there were three rooms, but Shen's mother said that he only had one son, Shen Qingzhou, so she used the remaining room as the family's kitchen.

Now the larger room in the west wing is where Lin Ting lives with Xiaobao and Shen Qingzhou.

The smaller room is where my parents-in-law, Shen Dali and Yang Xiuxiu live.

When Lin Ting returned home, there was no one at home. All the people who could work had gone to work in the fields.

Although Shen Qingzhou could not walk, he would tie a wooden board under his body before dawn every day and support himself with two small stools with his hands.

He supported himself with his hands and went to Zhuwen County to write letters to others, earning some money to supplement the family income.

He could earn three cents for writing a letter for someone else. If someone asked him to copy a book, he would charge based on the content of the book. Sometimes he could earn fifty cents, sometimes eighty cents.

However, he copied too few books, and in three years, he had only copied five or six books.

All the money earned was handed over to Shen's mother, and all the money in the family belonged to Shen's mother.

The hungry Lin Ting and Xiaobao's stomachs were rumbling like a symphony.

There are several people in the family, and only those who work can have dinner. People like Lin Ting and Xiaobao don’t have any dinner.

"Xiaobao, play in the yard for a while. Mommy's going to find something to eat."

Shen Wanyi blinked her big eyes and looked at Lin Ting, speaking in a baby voice.

"Mom, my great-grandmother locked up everything edible in the house. There's nothing to eat."

Shen's mother was in charge of all the household expenses, and she even worried that Lin Ting would steal the bran.

Because in their eyes, Lin Ting was a madman and a scoundrel who never went out to work and even stole the food from the chickens at home.

"Be good, little darling, let me go take a look."

After entering the kitchen, Lin Ting found that it was even cleaner than the yard outside. The mice would curse at it before leaving.

Two dry big pots, without a trace of oil.

The pot used to cook porridge was cleaner than Lin Ting's face. She searched the kitchen for a long time but couldn't find any food.

The only thing edible was a basket of wild amaranth that her mother-in-law had picked that morning.

Having food is better than being hungry, so Lin Ting immediately started a fire and boiled water.

I took out two handfuls of wild amaranth, put them in a basin of water and went to the yard to wash them. The two large water tanks in the yard were full.

This water was also filled up by her father-in-law in the morning before he went to work in the fields.

Most of the work in the Shen family is done by her parents-in-law, mainly because there are three people in their small family who don't work.

In order to reduce the complaints from their family members, Shen Dali and Yang Xiuxiu worked very hard.

While washing vegetables, Lin heard the cries of hens coming from the chicken coop behind the main house, and his ears moved.

Could it be that the hens are about to lay eggs? These two hens at home lay eggs every day. Today, Shen's mother and Shen Jizu paid for everyone.

If she were to take Xiaobao away, she might have forgotten to collect the eggs.

Lin Ting stood up, shook off the water droplets on his hands, and walked towards the chicken coop.

I opened the chicken coop and looked inside, and sure enough, I saw two warm eggs.

Lin Ting took out two eggs without hesitation, washed them and threw them into the pot.

"Mom, those are the eggs that my great-grandmother gave to my great-grandfather."

Xiaobao has never eaten eggs at home. All the eggs at home are given to Shen Jizu.

The only time he ate it was when Shen Qingzhou was helping someone write a letter. The other person had no money to pay him, so he used a boiled egg to pay him.

That was the only egg Xiaobao had ever eaten.

After knowing the taste of eggs, Xiaobao wanted to eat the eggs in Shen Jizu's bowl very much, but when he said it out loud, he was scolded.

"Xiaobao, remember, these eggs are what they owe us."

He wanted to sell her daughter and caused the original owner to lose her life, so it was only natural for him to eat her two eggs.