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427 The Child Is Right

“What are you saying?!” Wang Sufen’s face immediately turned sour. “How are you my son? What kind of son would talk about his mother like that? I just want my family to have a better life!”

The two grandsons knew what kind of person their grandmother was. They were afraid that their grandmother would scold them, so they didn’t dare to say a word. They even thought that their father was being quite brave today. Usually, their father would not even make a sound.

“You don’t have to be so talkative if you want your family to be better!” He was furious. “You’re the most annoying person in the village! No one owes you anything! Who do you think you are? Sometimes, you even make it sound like you’re the biggest person in the village!”

Why is my son forsaking me?!”

Just as Wang Sufen was about to burst into tears, the man who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

“Alright, Sufen, you need to change your personality. The child is right. Although the villagers haven’t said it in person, I can see how much they hate our family. It’s useless even if you cry. Don’t say that I’m being unreasonable and don’t throw a tantrum at me.

“I know that if it wasn’t for you desperately bringing me here when I was a refugee when I was seriously ill, I would have died long ago. I’m grateful to you, so I’ve never said anything to you all these years.

“You can do whatever you want in this family, but you have to think about the younger generation soon. They will outlive us, but because of you, they can’t have their own place in the village. It’s not that we don’t want to be involved, but because they have you in their family, they’re afraid of getting involved.

“You often scold others for being talkative and having a rotten mouth, but you never realized your own rotten mouth too. I won’t criticize you for always thinking that other people should be like this. You look at your own reflection and reflect on yourself.”

With that, her man put down his chopsticks and returned to his room without eating. He even coughed twice as he returned to his room. It was obvious that he was not in good health.

“W-what?! Come back!” Wang Sufen had wanted to cry out loud and blame her son and her man for talking about her like that. However, when she saw that her man was not even eating, she panicked.

For so many years, her man had never said a harsh word to her, he didn’t even bother eating and immediately left!

She felt bad for causing him to leave the dining table.

When Wang Sufen’s son saw that his father had left, he also put down his chopsticks and stopped eating. He returned to his room as well. His wife saw that her husband had left and realized that it might be awkward. She lowered her head, put down her chopsticks, and left.

The two grandsons looked at each other and felt that they should be brave for once. Their grandmother’s personality really needed to change. They also put down their chopsticks and quickly returned to their respective rooms, as if they were afraid that they would regret it if they turned around.

At the dining table, only Wang Sufen was left. She was too stunned to react.

On the other side, Li Qingshu’s house was also having dinner, but they had a livelier mood.

Li Qingshu’s mother had not recovered from her joy.

“I didn’t expect that I would still be able to work for someone who’s almost forty years old. Erfu said that he’s going to let us work for two months. Two months! Usually, our family has never worked for two months in a year.

“Previously, Qingshu worked for their workshop for half a month and made some money from selling oil. When the time comes, we can also sell rice at Erfu’s workshop and make some money. This year has gotten much better compared to the last!”

Li Qingshu’s sister was very happy with the news as well. “Mother, you won’t have to worry about anything at home. I’ll be here. I can do both washing and cooking.”

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