ork."Oh my, son! This is what you got from that deadbeat Zong Yu"Zongping Kang chuckled softly, "Not at all.""This Zongyang, this ingrate who betrays his family, ever since he married a wife, there's...When Wang, the village head, saw the atmosphere gradually becoming tense, he was also afraid that Old Zong would really go crazy and not care about anything. He disregarded his face and didn't distinguish between things at all. He hurriedly stood up to smooth things over.

"Why not speak things out openly We're discussing this all for the sake of these two. A touch of embellishment isn't entirely inaccurate."

"If you don't give them some food, the sparrow will have to take care of both Zong Hu and the young ones. She really won't be able to manage the farm work anymore."

"How can Zong Hu be your grandson as well Give them some food to last them for a while. To put it bluntly, if Zong Hu doesn't make it, you won't end up with the reputation of being heartless, will you"

If we make it through, maybe I'll still remember this one good thing about you.

"You shouldn't go too far in doing things, either." Although Village Chief Wang said it with a smile, Old Master Zong understood what he meant.

It's just a warning to him not to go too far. A cornered rabbit will bite, let alone when they have someone like Fang Jinshi backing them up.

The elder was still unwilling, reluctant to part with the grain.

"Humph, I've given them so much - tools, bedding, even two mu of land each. Isn't that enough"

"Since Fan Jinshi is so willing to stand up for them, claiming they helped her in the past, why doesn't she show some support by treating them to a meal or drinks"

Zong Laotou's words struck a nerve, luckily Wang Yan'er could tell right from wrong and resolutely replied.

"Grandpa, Jinxiu and the others have already helped us a lot. We've been getting by on our own. I can't rely on them for everything, can I Wouldn't it be like we're freeloading off their generosity"

"Besides, what we're talking about now is just a separation. We are only dividing what rightfully belongs to us. Zong Hu is your family’s flesh and blood. For all these years, he has worked tirelessly for the family, always being the first to take on the hard and tiring tasks."

He hasn't done any good, but he has suffered, right If you didn't have food in your hands, we wouldn't beg for it. You clearly have plenty, why can't you share some with us

The villagers wouldn't budge. “That’s right, what Wang said is correct. This isn't for outsiders; Zonghu isn't your blood relative, is he”

Someone whispered, "Could it be that this Elder thinks Zong Hu is about to die, so giving him rations would be a waste That's why he's reluctant"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone nodded in agreement.

It truly does seem like something Zong Laotou would do, it's just a bit chilling.

"Nonsense!" The old man, Zong, was struck where it hurt and became angry.

"Who is that long tongue chewing on our family's roots!"

We can't let these people keep talking at our doorstep. If they keep going, all of our secrets will be out in the open.

He turned back to glare at Wang Yan'er, his eyes were menacing, scaring Wang Yan'er who kept shrinking closer to Fang Jinshu.

Fang Jinshi gently patted her on the back to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, Sister Yan. There are so many of us here, we'll all make sure you get a fair and just outcome."

He does not dare to bully you.

The elder head nodded irritably, "Fine, I'll give you rations!"

He took out the key to the food storehouse he'd been hiding and turned to walk toward the back of the house. In a short while, he came out carrying a bag of grain.

Visually estimated to be around 20-30 kilograms.

Fang Jinxiu was truly helpless. They had pushed Zong Lao to such an extent, and in the end, he only managed to produce twenty or thirty kilograms of grain. Could it be that she had overestimated him

In fact, he didn't have much grain in his hands at all.

The old patriarch angrily threw a bag of grain at Wang Yan'er's feet. Their family, especially Old Mrs. Wu, wore expressions of palpable concern on their faces.

Even faced with their own grandson, lying half-dead on the ground, they didn't show such an expression. But a sack of twenty or thirty pounds of grain was enough to make them gnash their teeth and glare with rage.

Fang Jinxiu felt very sad inside. This was feudal society, and in times of natural disaster, human life was so cheap.

No, not everyone is so careless about human life. The Zong Lao family are simply the worst of the worst.

Who can be more ruthless than them!ys idle and causing trouble in the capital with that group of friends.She looked down on the business world, but she couldn't help but let her second son get involved. If he could learn to run a busin...