The rice we grow is for the Zhou family. We have to sell the rice we grow to the Zhou family. Maybe we will be too hungry to eat and have to give the rice to the Zhou family." The old lady of the Gao family raised her eyebrows. Another villager smiled and said, "You don't know that Manager Du only wants 40% of our harvest every year, and the rest is ours. And he will give us a sum of money for the 40% harvest." "By then, we will not only have enough food, but also have money to build houses, buy cloth and cotton." "We can also buy piglets, chickens and ducks." They said with a smile. But the old lady of the Gao family didn't believe it. She snorted coldly and said, "I'm just waiting to see you starve to death one by one."

The villagers were not to be outdone, "Old lady Gao, you should worry about your own family first. Your family has even sold the land. If you want to farm, there is no place to farm."

Old lady Gao was so angry that her teeth were trembling. She said with anger, "So what if there is no land? My family still raises three pigs and dozens of cattle and sheep!"

These pigs and cattle and sheep were previously raised by Miao.

After hearing this, the villagers mocked, "Everyone knows that those are raised by your ex-daughter-in-law. She is not here now. Otherwise, I don't know if you can feed them."

Old lady Gao was so angry that she could no longer control herself and was ready to scold them.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the villagers did not argue with her anymore and turned away one after another.

Before Old lady Gao could finish her scolding, those people disappeared.

She was holding this breath in her heart and couldn't vent it even if she wanted to.

"A bunch of little bitches, let me see how good your life can be. No matter how you compare, it's not as good as our Gao family!"

After saying this, Mrs. Gao stomped her feet and returned to her own yard.

Ever since Mr. Gao was beaten by the people sent by Mr. Qian, he has been bedridden.

It's not that he was really injured, he was just lazy.

When Miao was here, she cooked for them and their son every day and brought it to the room.

They just ate and slept, slept and ate, and did nothing.

Now that Miao is not at home, Mr. Gao has to chop wood and cook by himself.

In order not to work, he pretended to be sick in bed and let his mother serve him.

Mrs. Gao was old after all, and she was tired after working for a while. She turned around and fed the cattle and sheep and ate vegetable leaves casually, and then went into the house to cook some thin rice porridge for Mr. Gao.

When Boss Gao saw the thin rice porridge brought by Old Lady Gao, he said with an unhappy face: "Mom, what are you doing? There is not even a piece of meat."

Old Lady Gao said: "The money in the family was taken away by Mr. Qian. How can we have money to eat meat?"

Boss Gao pointed to the backyard and said: "There are pigs in the backyard. Can't we just slaughter them?"

Old Lady Gao's face was stern, "The pigs in the backyard are still piglets. How can we eat them?"

Boss Gao listened, waved his hand, and cursed: "That little bitch, she can't even raise a pig, and it's still a piglet."

Old Lady Gao was so angry that she slapped him on the forehead, "This piglet was caught before she left, and it hasn't grown up yet!"

Old Lady Gao After hearing this, the eldest brother calmed down and began to regret, saying, "I should have known better than to divorce her. No one would feed the pigs in this house."

Mrs. Gao raised her hand and slapped him again, "Just divorce that woman, and don't always think about her. Get well soon, and then go find a wife to work for you!"

Mrs. Gao touched the back of his head and said, "Mom, where is the money for us to marry a wife?"

Mrs. Gao pointed to the backyard, "Don't we still have cattle and sheep? We should be able to get some money by selling them."

Mrs. Gao nodded after listening, then turned his eyes and smiled, "Mom, why don't you kill the piglet and make soup for me."

"You eat the piglet too?" Mrs. Gao asked in surprise.

Boss Gao pulled his mother and said, "Isn't there a dish called roast suckling pig? Of course we can eat piglets, but we don't need to roast them, we can just stew them and drink them as soup."

Mrs. Gao listened and frowned, "If you eat the piglets, what will we eat in the future?"

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