A Happy Event in a Farming Family: Marrying a Hunter

"Alright, I'll come back in a month." Butler Wang accepted the IOU with satisfaction and left with his men.

Next came the matter of dividing the family property.

Under Xiao Zhengshan's witness, the two families separated. Liu Hehua was stingy and, apart from the small house, two plots of land, two pairs of chopsticks, two bowls, and a pot that were supposed to be given to the mother and son, she didn't give them a single thread.

They claimed it was because their family was poor!

Whether they are poor or not, everyone knows in their hearts, and Yunluo doesn't care. The most important thing now is that her mother and Xiaojie can live alone.

Although Zhou Rong felt that dividing the family property was inappropriate, she didn't say anything.

Qin Zheng, after everything was settled, walked up to Zhou Rong and said calmly, "Mother, why don't you and Xiao Jie move in with us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the Yun family and the villagers outside stared wide-eyed at Qin Zheng.

Is it customary to give away two children as a wedding gift?

Where did Qin Zheng get his confidence?

Don't bring it back, or your whole family will starve!

Liu Hehua chuckled twice, finding it laughable that someone so poor still wanted to support someone who would eat for free. She said sarcastically, "Xiao Luo, Xiao Zheng has such a kind heart. You've married the right person."

Yunlu rolled her eyes, ignoring her sarcasm. She had the same thought, but Brother Qin's family was also struggling, with two young children to care for. Now that he had spoken up, she felt grateful and, more than anything, warm. "Mother, Xiaojie, let's go home."

Zhou Rong had no idea how the two of them had gotten a marriage certificate without the consent of their elders, nor did she know how these two people, who were completely unrelated, had ended up together. And Qin Zheng was even going to take them home?

Putting all that aside, she comes from her maternal family, and since no daughters have married out of the family, she has her mother and younger brother with her. If word gets out, people will laugh at her.

She had nothing to give Xiao Luo; she couldn't even afford a wedding dress. She couldn't be a burden to Xiao Luo any longer.

"You and Xiaozheng should live a good life together. Don't worry about your mother. Things are different now than before. Your mother and Xiaojie will make a good life for us."

"Sister, don't worry, we'll take good care of ourselves. Besides, we have our own house and land. Grandpa and Grandma aren't heartless people; they won't take it all away, right?"

Yunlu almost burst out laughing.

That's pure flattery to kill! My little brother, that's a brilliant move.

Neither Yun Lai nor Liu Hehua spoke. To be honest, they actually had that thought: let them starve to death to avoid the trouble. But Yun Shaojie had brought it up so directly, what could they say?

Even if Liu Hehua was dissatisfied, she wasn't stupid enough to say it in front of so many villagers.

"Don't worry, second son's family. What's rightfully yours, we don't want. Just live your own lives!" Yun Lai said indifferently, demonstrating his impartiality.

After the couple finished speaking, they ignored Zhou Rong and her two children and went to greet Xiao Zhengshan.

"It's a rare treat for the village chief to come, please have a cup of tea before you leave." Although Yunlai wasn't really in the mood for tea, he still wanted to be polite.

After reading about the Yun family's situation, Xiao Zhengshan felt very uncomfortable with the old lady. "I have some things to take care of at home, so I won't stay any longer. I'll come find you next time."

Once the spectacle was over, the crowd that had been watching outside the Yun family's house dispersed completely.

Yun Luo wanted to say a few more words to Zhou Rong and Yun Shaojie, but the two urged her to go back.

She thought that if she had the ability and earned money in the future, she would help her mother and younger brother move out and leave the den of wolves.

Before even entering the gate, I could hear silvery laughter coming from the courtyard, sweet and soft, the voice of a little girl.