My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

At first, Zhou Jingyi was delighted that his wife was finally willing to look at him more and feed him.

Gradually, he didn't want to live like that anymore.

As a man, I cannot live without dignity.

The boy wanted to confide in his elderly mother, but when he saw that her hands were covered in red bumps, he hurriedly asked, "Mom, what happened to you?"

"It's alright, Mother is alright." Yang Fenglan, caught red-handed, hurriedly pulled her sleeve to cover the bumps on her hands.

There is no three hundred taels of silver here.

Zhou Jingyi, of course, didn't believe her and pressed her for details.

Yang Fenglan then reluctantly confessed, "To find you some fresh vegetables, I climbed the lacquer tree and picked some lacquer leaves, the ones I used to fry eggs last night."

"Don't you know you can't touch lacquer trees?"

"I know, isn't this so you can eat something good and recover sooner? I'll do anything for my son's health." Yang Fenglan started scratching again. "It's alright, this itching will go away in a few days."

Zhou Jingyi: "..."

"You rest well. I'll go sell the rabbit and chicken I caught yesterday so I can buy you medicine." Yang Fenglan said, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears. Afraid that Zhou Jingyi wouldn't see them, she even raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

"Mother...does it hurt a lot?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"How can it not hurt when you're crying?" No matter how much Zhou Jingyi felt sorry for his mother, he could only watch helplessly.

Yang Fenglan sniffed bravely, "You've been lying in bed for so many days, and I've been thinking about ways to make money. My hair has turned white from worry, and I haven't been able to take care of the work in the fields at all."

I'm sad because of your grandma... She doesn't understand me, and she doesn't care about you. Even at a time like this, she still asks me to help her water the fields.

“This…” Zhou Jingyi frowned.

He had no objection to helping his grandparents water the fields, considering it an act of filial piety on behalf of his deceased father. But given the current situation at home, they really couldn't do without someone.

Zhou Jingyi felt conflicted and didn't know how to express himself. After holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "I'm sorry to have wronged you, Mother."

Yang Fenglan almost couldn't hold back and rolled her eyes.

“I’m not wronged. I’ve already helped your grandma water her fields twice before. But this time, it’s really too much. She made me water all that land by myself. I’m willing, but I’m too weak.”

"What? You're going to water it all by yourself?" Zhou Jingyi asked angrily.

The Wangs arrived early, before he woke up, so he didn't hear what was being said outside.

Therefore, Yang Fenglan had to perform it for him again.

Over the past few days, she has mentioned countless times how bad the Zhou family is, but her adopted son always sides with the Zhou family and criticizes her, his mother.

Today has really stirred up his emotions.

Yang Fenglan continued, "That's what they say. I still have to take care of you, Jingyi. I don't think your grandma treats you like her own grandson."

"If you're watering the fields all by yourself, what are all those people in his family doing?"

"Just doing nothing."

“Then…” Zhou Jingyi hesitated. He had never encountered this situation before.

I don't have that much time and energy to go.

I don't want to go, but Grandma has already asked me to.

After thinking it over, Zhou Jingyi asked, "Mother, are you going?"

Yang Fenglan: ...

Poker face.

After a long silence, Yang Fenglan kicked the bed angrily, "You're hopeless!"

Are you going or not?

"No, let your wife go!"

"No, Xiaoyu doesn't have to do any chores at our house, how can she go and do chores for others?"

"You know that's someone else too?" Yang Fenglan slammed the door shut.

"..." Zhou Jingyi suddenly fell into deep thought.