Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Wang Guixiang was stunned, as everyone stared in disbelief.

Zhao Da'e sneered, glanced at Zhao Tiesheng, and then turned and left.

Fighting with this family is truly exhausting. It's interesting how family members scheme against each other all the time.

Zhao Da'e returned to the barn, closed the door, took out the cutting board, swung the small cleaver, and began chopping cabbage and lean meat, adding some mushrooms, and started mincing dumpling filling.

The argument was still going on loudly in the main room, and Zhao Da'e didn't like listening to them argue.

The cow belonged to their family; it was bought by Cheng Jinxiang, the mother. It had given birth to four calves, all of which were sold by Zhao Tingxu. She was about to give birth to her fifth calf, and before it even arrived, he was already thinking about it—quite clever.

"My grandma was faking her illness; she just wanted to steal our money. All we have left are the sorghum and the cow; we have nothing else, and they still covet it. They're utterly heartless."

Cheng Jinxiang was breastfeeding Xiao Juanzi when she heard Zhao Da'e say this, and she was stunned: "Pretending to be sick?"

Zhao Da'e nodded: "That's right, they're so old. Almost sixty, and they're still faking illness to scam money. If it weren't for me today, my dad would have agreed to give them money again. I see this trick of the six kids pulling out money once a year, but my dad falls for it every year. In the end, our family pays, and the rest don't spend any money. Over the years, my grandfather spent several thousand on my eldest uncle's wedding to raise money for the famine relief, and several thousand more on my third uncle's wedding. More than half of that came from my dad and you."

My second aunt's dowry was also spent by my grandfather. My eldest aunt's dowry was later borrowed back by her under the pretext of buying a tractor. My youngest aunt didn't ask for a dowry at all. My grandfather has been farming all these years, the land was farmed with the help of my father and you, and in the end, he lent all the money from selling the grain to my youngest aunt. My grandfather is broke, so he starts causing trouble. The problem is, he should have had quite a lot of money. All these years, he hasn't built a house or bought land. In the end, he has not a penny. Who the hell knows where the money went?"

Cheng Jinxiang lowered her head, looking dejected.

After a while, Cheng Jinxiang asked, "Big Goose, what should we do? It's a whole family, how do we protect ourselves?"

Zhao Da'e smiled and said, "Easy. We'll stop playing with them. Aren't they always trying to fool and cheat us? We'll separate from them and stop living together."

“I don’t think your dad will agree. He’s a very filial son,” Cheng Jinxiang said worriedly.

Zhao Da'e was stunned for a moment: "Mom, you're overthinking it. When I said we were dividing the family property, I didn't take my dad with me. From now on, he won't handle our family's money, and the three of us will live separately."

"Ah..." Cheng Jinxiang looked at Zhao Da'e, feeling that Zhao Da'e wasn't serious: "How are we, an orphan and a widow, going to survive?"

“Life goes on. The world keeps turning no matter who's gone. Mom, listen to me. We have to take it one step at a time. The first step is to separate the family, the second step is…”

Zhao Da'e and Cheng Jinxiang were whispering to each other.

At night, in the barn, Zhao Da'e lit the stove with coal, making the room warm.

Inside the main room, Zhao Chunqin had long since left, but the argument was still going on. The core issue seemed to have become who would pay for Cheng Jinxiang's hospitalization. Zhao Tiesheng had already sold all his corn, earning 1,500 yuan, and said he could also sell the sorghum for over 1,000 yuan.

However, the hospitalization cost more than 7,000 yuan, and the rest is still nowhere to be found.

While eating dumplings, Zhao Da'e listened to their argument: "Mom, you don't need to worry about it. That cow can't be sold. The rest is up to you. I've already said, if they try to take that cow, you should go and divorce Dad."

"Divorce? Big Goose, you can get drunk from eating dumplings?" Cheng Jinxiang asked in confusion.

Zhao Da'e dipped a dumpling in soy sauce and stuffed it into her mouth in one bite. She stuck out her tongue and said, "It's hot. If the man can't perform, it's worse than not having one at all."