There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 56 You want to steal my mother

The palms and backs of her hands were full of flesh. No matter how much Mrs. Yang complained about Yang Mingda, he was her own flesh and blood after all, and she was not willing to let him go to the northwest like this.

With this scene alone, Old Mrs. Yang finally understood that children and grandchildren would have their own blessings, so it was better to separate the families as soon as possible and let them make trouble on their own if something happened to any house.

It wouldn't be as troublesome as it is now, which would give her a headache and make her unable to sleep well.

Mr. Yang was also called back from outside. When he heard that even Mrs. Yang agreed to the separation, he had no choice but to nod and agree.

The family didn't even have lunch. They sat at the table and started discussing the matter of dividing the family.

The Yang family has accumulated a lot of property over the years, including some shops and fields. Seeing that the matter has become a foregone conclusion, Yang Mingshu and Yang Mingli started to blame each other:

"My little sister chooses. I will choose after my little sister has finished choosing."

"Second brother chooses first, and I will choose after you have finished choosing."

Seeing that Yang Mingda was not willing to divide the family property, he simply started it himself and said firmly:
"I don't want a shop or land, I just want money so that I can take care of myself on the way back."

The others were easy to talk to and had no objections to this matter. They turned to look at Yang Songlan.

Yang Songlan didn't hesitate and said what she wanted. She looked at Mrs. Yang and said softly:
"Mom, I want the dyeing shop at home so that I can save money for Tang Bao's dowry and prevent her from being looked down upon in the future."

"Do you have all the craftsmanship?"

"They're all here. I remember everything you taught me."

Old Mrs. Yang only felt that she had failed her daughter.

Seeing that the second son wanted to take away the family's money, the younger daughter only wanted a small dyeing shop. Just when she was about to refuse, she heard Yang Songlan say next:
"If mother really feels that she owes her daughter, she can just add some dowry to Tang Bao when she gets married. There are two brothers in the family, and you and dad still have to live off the shop. You can't have your daughter too. go."

Yang Songlan could see clearly: "My daughter only has the ability to open a dyeing workshop, so she only needs one. It's too much, and she can't hold it in her hands. After all, it's a waste."

When it comes to dowry, there is a lot or a little. If the mother's family is proud, there will be a dowry of hundreds of thousands of dollars. Old Mrs. Yang nodded.

When the time comes, there will be many more additions, and it is impossible for my daughter to stop her from doing anything about her granddaughter.

Turning to look at the remaining two sons, they looked at each other, but Yang Mingli spoke first:

"Mom, give me some shops on the long street at the west end. I've been there for a long time, and I'm familiar with the waiters and customers. You, dad, and eldest brother can take the rest."

"It's not bad. The street is in a good location and there are many customers, so it's not a loss."

Mrs. Yang finally felt relieved and turned to look at Yang Mingshu.

As the eldest son of the family, Yang Mingshu has always been humble. He waited until everyone spoke and there was no intention of competing, then he spoke:

"Mom, I only want ten acres of land."

"Ten acres of land?"

Mrs. Yang's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect that her eldest son only wanted ten acres of his family's hundred acres of land, not even a shop.

Seeing everyone staring at him with concern on his face, Yang Mingshu smiled helplessly:

"My husband and I don't seek wealth, and we don't have any children, so we don't have to worry about our children. It's enough to cultivate a few acres of land to feed and clothe ourselves. Any more is a waste."

"Of course you two are enough, but..."

Old Mrs. Yang knew that her eldest son had no big ambitions and had no intention of doing business. She was concerned that although his temperament was usually non-competitive, he was also the most stubborn, so she began to worry about another thing:
"In the current lean years, how many pieces of wasteland have you asked for? What will you use to eat?"

Yang Mingshu had already thought about this matter and smiled shyly:

"We have a surplus of food at home. My wife and I are living at home. We eat at home and don't have anything big to buy. I help you and dad do some menial work on weekdays and take care of your two elders. Please don't dislike it."

Mrs. Yang smiled:
"Okay, not just you, but all four of you kids have to remember that if you can't survive anymore, come back to find your mother. You can't break up your heart just because the family is separated." *
The adults were discussing the family separation at the table, while Song Rutang was eating happily in the kitchen.

Yang Songlan had already brought her the rice before talking about the matter. Now she was not hungry, so she started eating with the steamed buns and side dishes.

Yang Pinrou stared at her for a long time.

Although Song Rutang pretended not to see him, he still felt a little uncomfortable being stared at for so long. He raised his head and said:
"Why are you looking at me? If you want to eat, ask your father to get it for you."

Yang Pinrou shook her head sincerely:
"My father doesn't want me anymore, he took the money and left."

So sincere, Song Rutang was immediately blocked, and she didn't know what to say.

If someone else said this, it would really make her get up in the middle of the night and beat the bed and scold herself.

Seeing that Yang Pinrou was still staring at him with piercing eyes, Song Rutang couldn't finish the meal no matter what, so she put down her chopsticks and said:
"Don't look at me. My father is gone a long time ago. Or are you trying to steal my mother?"

"That was not what I meant."

Yang Pinrou shook her head:

"I figured it out. Maybe I shouldn't blame you. When my mother was divorced, my father didn't say a word. Now that he has abandoned me and Pinxiang, it is my father who I should blame."

Could it be that he wants to reconcile with himself?
Song Rutang shivered.

Seeing her like this, Yang Pinrou guessed what she was thinking, and then said:

"But I won't like you either. You have nothing to do with my mother's matter after all. I made an agreement with my third aunt that in the future I will work with Pinqin and help her. I will always have something to eat. Live alone."

"That's fine."

Song Rutang didn't know what to say, so she replied dryly, always feeling uncomfortable, and turned to ask Yang Pinxiang:

"How about you two sisters talk alone?"

"I'm leaving right now."

Yang Pinrou stood up.

She doesn't like her sister. She has been raised by her grandmother since she was a child. But why can she be the only one raised by her grandmother?

It was just that they were sisters after all. Yang Pinrou turned around and said to her:
"You... take care of yourself, and remember to send me an invitation when you get married."

Yang Pinxiang's eyes lit up:
"Sister, take care. I will write to you."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not dead."

Yang Pinrou dropped these words and ran away.

After the person left, Song Rutang was also clean and continued to work, indifferent to the previous matter of dividing the family property.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with myself.

It was only when Yang Pinrou was disturbed that she suddenly remembered about making dough cakes with green onions. After all, there was still a task with fifty positive reviews hanging there. After thinking about it, she turned around and asked Yang Pinxiang:
"Do you still want to learn the pancake I'm going to teach you?"

Yang Pinxiang shook his head and nodded again:
"Xue, if I cook it for my grandparents, they will definitely feel uncomfortable."

This is easy to do.

Song Rutang finished a bowl of soup in several gulps, wiped his mouth, stretched, and was ready to start a big fight.

"Go get some green onions and I'll teach you how to make green onion dough pancakes."

(End of this chapter)