Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

With the eldest son's family agreeing, even if Old Master Shao was unwilling, the division of the family property was now completely settled.

However, because he harbored resentment towards his second and third sons for bringing up the matter of dividing the family property, Old Master Shao was practically ready to kick the second and third sons out of the house, and was unwilling to give them any more of his family's belongings.

“This house was built by your mother and me when we were young. It has seven rooms in total. At the time, we thought it was too much, but now it’s becoming increasingly cramped.”

Since you're all arguing about dividing the family property, then each of you should take your families and move out. There are plenty of old houses in the village; you can pay the village committee some money, renovate them yourselves, and they'll be more spacious."

He was saying this to the second and third wives.

Uncle Shao and Uncle Shao remained silent. Although they had suffered a loss, they were willing to endure it for the sake of dividing the family property.

“The food rations at home are all earned through everyone’s hard work, so let’s divide them according to our usual contributions. Also, the pots and pans at home should be divided into three portions.”

Before the old man could object, Shao's father quickly interjected:

“The house is yours, and if you don’t give it to us, we have nothing to say. But if you’re going to be stingy with everything else, then forget about dividing the family property. Just write a letter severing ties with me and my second brother and kick us out. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways, and your life, health, illness, and death will all be the responsibility of your eldest brother.”

These words were harsh, but they effectively shut down what Old Master Shao was about to say.

To ensure fairness, in addition to Village Chief Li, Shao's father also specially invited several senior uncles and elders from the village to witness the division of the family property.

In front of everyone, the old man was afraid of being laughed at, so he could only hold his breath and say:

“You’re quite the schemer, dividing it into three parts. So your mother and I don’t need to eat or drink? From now on, my husband and I will live with the eldest son. Each of you should give your parents a certain amount of money each year, according to the village’s rules.”

"As for the money, it's a total of eighty-seven yuan and sixty-five cents. Since Jianjun's wedding cost 15 yuan, I'll give each of you two other families 15 yuan. I'll give each of you ten yuan more, and the rest is for the old man to use himself. You all have no objections to this, right?"

How could I not have any objections?

Everyone has a rough idea of ​​how much money the family has saved over the years. The old man is just deliberately not taking it out, but they can't make a scene. They can't very well go around searching his house.

"Whatever you say goes. As your son, I wouldn't hold it against you."

Shao's father replied in a neither soft nor hard tone, grabbed the money on the table, and pressed his fingerprint on the paper. He didn't want to stay even a day longer and directly moved all the belongings of the third branch of the family away. He would rather sleep on the floor in a dilapidated house than see the faces of the eldest branch of the family.

The second family has many members and the house is cluttered. Although I want to leave as soon as possible, I still need to tidy up for a few more days.

As a result of this delay, they ended up witnessing another good show from the main wife's family.

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However, thanks to Old Master Shao's private compensation, the twenty-odd yuan that he originally owed Widow Zhao was able to be repaid immediately.

But at this crucial moment, Zhao Fang wouldn't let go of the money and insisted that He Xinlian give up her job to her son.

He Xinlian was naturally unwilling, but unfortunately she couldn't come up with that much money right now. Widow Zhao was also pressing her hard, threatening that if she didn't give her the money by today, she would be sent to jail.

He Xinlian was so angry that she wanted to tear those two old hags apart on the spot. She turned to her husband, hoping that he would say a few words for her, but the scoundrel actually lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

"Build an army!"

He Xinlian grabbed the man's arm, her eyes red-rimmed, and said:

"Say something! I earned that job through my own abilities. Why should I give it up, Mom? Are you the kind of person who can't stand seeing your wife being more capable than you?"

Shao Jianjun stared blankly at the person for a long time without saying a word, until He Xinlian couldn't bear it anymore and turned her face away, only then did he speak:

"Didn't you keep saying you loved me and would do anything for me? If that's the case, what's the difference between you doing this job and me doing it?"

"Or are you just saying all this to bluff me?"

With things already discussed to this extent, He Xinlian could no longer make a fuss. In order to become the wife of the richest man in their city in the future, she reluctantly signed the transfer of her job and only then did she get the money from her mother-in-law to return to Widow Zhao.

When Zhao Fang saw that things had gone well, her previously sullen face immediately broke into a wide smile, and she even personally saw the widow out.

The two whispered a few words to each other outside the door. Seeing that no one came out of the house, Zhao Fang immediately took out a piece of paper money from her pocket and quickly stuffed it into the other person's arms.

"Let's just forget about it, but don't go spreading rumors."

"Row!"

It was just a matter of saying a few words, and she earned another dollar. How could Widow Zhao not be happy? She nodded cheerfully, turned around, and hugged her money bag as she walked home.

She's carrying a huge sum of money, and she doesn't feel secure about it.

Originally, Widow Zhao had asked Village Chief Li to pass on a message, asking her son to come and pick her up. However, after waiting for a long time, she still couldn't see her son.

"You brat, where have you been slacking off again?"

The wind chilled Zhao's neck, so she could only wrap her collar tighter and cautiously look around as she jogged home.

As fate would have it, not that anyone dared to rob the village, but a large rat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaping more than a meter high and darting into Widow Zhao's arms, scaring her so much that she screamed and slapped herself repeatedly.

"what sound?"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Unfortunately, by the time someone heard the noise and rushed over from nearby, the mouse had already vanished.

The villagers looked at the raggedly dressed Widow Zhao, exchanged glances, their minds filled with erotic images, and assumed that the woman had done *that* thing again.

Unexpectedly, Widow Zhao touched her chest, slapped her thigh, and burst into tears, sitting on the ground.

"My money, all of it, was carried away by rats."

the other side.

Inside the dilapidated thatched hut closest to the village entrance, enclosed by a fence.

Shao's father was patching the cracks in the wall with chopped straw and mud, while Shao's mother borrowed several bundles of dried mugwort from relatives to smoke out insects around the house. Meanwhile, Shao Linshen, holding a broom, swung it around and then hid by the ditch at the door, squatting on the ground, doing something unknown.

Thinking her son was shirking his duties again, Shao's mother quickly told him to fetch water from the nearby well.

Shao Linshen agreed verbally, but his eyes were still fixed on the intersection not far away. When a dark figure suddenly darted towards him around the corner, he deliberately kicked over the bamboo basket next to him, taking the opportunity to let the dark figure in.

At the same time, a voice rang in his mind:

"Phew, I'm exhausted. Brother Shen, now that things are done, don't go back on your word about the conditions you promised me."

Shao Linshen looked at the large handful of paper money in the basket and wanted to reach out and touch it, but seeing that the other party was now in the shape of a rat, he turned his hand and directly turned the basket upside down on the ground, instructing Pangu Banner to put the money away.

"I'll give you a wisp of merit; absorb it slowly."

"Alright, Brother Shen, remember to call me next time there's something like this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the big rat in the basket jumped into the ditch and fell to the ground, dead as could be.

However, in his sea of ​​consciousness, the mysterious patterns on the originally tattered, jagged cloth became clearer with the blessing of merit energy, making it appear even more extraordinary.