Separated by a wall, Zhu Bamei was lying on the bed, covering her head with a quilt, pretending to be "sad", but actually she pricked up her ears and listened.

She heard the door to the room open and her parents coming in.

I felt happy: Mother is coming to persuade her, right?

Humph! She won't forgive her mother so easily, don't give her enough benefits, don't even think about it.

"I'll help you hang it on the beam." Old Zhu took the basket from Ye Yuran's hand, stepped on the bed and hung it up.

As for the cut-up fish, it was hung far away from the bed, and a basin was placed underneath to collect water.

Ye Yuran felt a little uncomfortable at the thought of sleeping with such a strange old man at night, even if nothing happened.

Although she had had boyfriends in her previous life, God knows, even if they were not handsome men, they were definitely in their prime, and they were particularly attractive to each other. How could they look like the bad old man in front of her, and she didn't even want to take a look at them.

I don’t know what kind of mood the original owner had before he hugged this old vegetable with an old eye and started to chew it.

Maybe it’s because I want to have a daughter, and I won’t give up until I have a daughter (you know the truth).

After Old Man Zhu hung up, he sat at the table with her.

Although he had eaten quite happily just now, God knows how distressed he was. This was food, and every little he ate meant he would lose a little.

Their family has so many mouths and only a few acres of land, which is not enough to eat.

If she doesn't have enough food, she's still so lavish. Will she not be able to even afford porridge and have to work in the fields hungry?

He didn't say anything in the main room, not because he had no idea, but because his son and daughter-in-law were there, he wanted to save face for her.

After all, I have been married to him for so many years and have children, which is hard work without any merit. I can't afford to be old and have my daughter-in-law be fucked by him in front of my son.

He frowned slightly, with a hint of blame: "Why did you use so much food today?"

There was no tea at all in the farmhouse, so the pot on the table was actually used to hold water, so as not to have to look for water in the middle of the night.

Ye Yuran pretended to be thirsty, poured herself a glass of water, and said, "What's wrong?"

"You still ask what's wrong? Are you confused? Don't you still know what the conditions are at home? It's just two bags of rice, and it will take another month to harvest. If you don't eat carefully, we will let everyone know when the time comes.

Doing farm work on an empty stomach?”

Ye Yuran immediately thought of the two bags he saw in the cabinet. One large bag was rice mixed with rice bran, and the other was flour.

It is difficult for a family of three to feed it for a month, let alone the Zhu family of more than ten people. No matter how much food is added to it, it is still enough for a month.

No wonder the original owner was so harsh before and always cooked porridge to drink. This was really helpless. If he didn't cook porridge, he wouldn't have anything to eat.

"Then what should I do? Eat porridge every day?" Ye Yuran looked unhappy and told him the countermeasure he had thought of for a long time. "I have understood this fall. If I really die on the bed, I will die in bed."

Just shed a few tears for you and a few children, and nothing will come of it. After living for most of your life, and you still can’t have a good meal when you are about to die, is it possible that when I meet the Lord of Hell and he asks me what grievances I have, I

Tell me, am I not full?"

It just so happened that she also wanted to test the old man's "bottom line" to facilitate some of her future plans.

"See what you said? You are not dead. Isn't it just a fall? I don't see anything wrong with you. You are already an old woman, and you are still so pretentious?"

"Why am I so pretentious?" Ye Yuranzi slapped the table directly, imitating the look in his memory, sitting on the ground and started acting up, "From the moment I marry you, I will give you children, and I will continue to give birth to your old Zhu family.

Isn’t this credit for having a few sons? Do you think it’s easy to take care of a big family like yours? How many people can you feed with just the few acres of land you cultivate? If I hadn’t saved one grain and one grain when I was young,

If you feed the children, can your old Zhu family feed so many children?"

"Go to the entrance of the village and ask yourself, which family in Zhujia Village has never had a child die? Which family has a daughter-in-law like me who is so fertile, giving birth to so many children in her lifetime, and supporting you each one? Ah, why am I not one of you?

Is he a hero of Lao Zhu’s family?”

"I have worked so hard for so many years. When I get old, I don't know how many more days I can keep my eyes open. What's wrong with just wanting to eat a full meal?"

"I've worked hard for most of my life, but I still can't have a full meal?"

"Ah! I can't take a bite of food? What's the point of living like this? I might as well die."

"Are you hoping that if I die, I will find a new wife to take care of your family? Tell me, is this what you mean?"

…

With such nonsense, Old Man Zhu's head exploded: "I...why can't I make sense with you?"

"Why doesn't it make sense? Tell yourself, which one of what I said is wrong? Tell me, I didn't serve you, didn't give you food, or didn't give birth to a son for your old Zhu family, or didn't give your son a wife.

Have you lost the incense of your old Zhu family? How come I have been busy for most of my life, and when I get old, I can’t even eat enough to eat? Huh?"

"It's not that you can't eat it. Isn't this the only condition at home?"

"Only this condition means you don't have the ability to be a man. If you have the ability, why don't you find a way to bring more food to the house? If you have the ability, how can you let your wife and son starve? You have the ability to make a living.

There are so many children, why don’t you have the ability to raise them? You don’t have the ability to raise them yourself, and you want me to be hungry for the rest of my life with you, so that I won’t even be able to eat when I get old?” He howled at the top of his lungs.

The more he howled, the more Ye Yuran felt that to deal with such a rural man, one must be able to "howl".

Not only should you howl loudly so that everyone can hear it, but you should also focus on the key points, be clear and well-reasoned, and let everyone understand what is going on. Otherwise, your howling will be in vain.

In fact, the original owner was not such a person at first. Her dream was to hug the young master's lap and enjoy a lifetime of wealth. How could she be a shrew?

Unfortunately, the competition for favor in the backyard failed and I married a farm boy. I found that the "pear blossoms with tears" that worked for the young master was like a blind man lighting a lamp for the rough man. I had to readjust it. After a few adjustments, I learned the "one

Cry, make trouble, and hang yourself." If you dare to treat me badly, I will act violently.

This move not only made the rough guy admit defeat, but also defeated all enemies in the village, making him the "biggest tyrant in Zhujia Village".

This is what is called not to be afraid of gangsters, but to be afraid of gangsters who are educated, civilized and martial, and others can do it.

The grain of the Zhu family belongs to the original supervisor, and Old Zhu only needs to be responsible for farming. No, when Ye Yuran "howled", Old Zhu had no choice but to become angry and helpless: "Okay, stop howling.

You love whatever you want."

Slam the door and leave.

Ye Yuran put it away when he saw it was good, tidied it up, and went to bed.

As for where Old Man Zhu went and whether he would come back to sleep at night, it was none of her business?

He was no longer better. As soon as the door was locked, he was eager not to come back.
Chapter completed!