Chapter 25: What Exactly Did My Man Do Wrong That You Have to Humiliate Him Like This

The Party Secretary had always looked down on this fifth younger brother of the same clan; he knew the man's character all too well. Liu Shanliang was a junior he had watched grow up, a loyal and honest boy, so naturally he wanted to look out for him a bit: "Fifth, tell us, how do you plan to divide this family?"

Old Liu thought for a moment and spoke up: "Over these years, raising such a large family, we haven't saved any money. Besides the houses and grain, there's nothing much to divide."

He did want the Second Branch to leave with nothing, but if he truly dared do that, the village probably wouldn't tolerate him: "The house the Second Branch couple lived in before belongs to them. Grain will be divided according to the number of people. The iron wok in the house cannot be given to them; give them two clay pots instead. Bowls and chopsticks will also be divided by headcount."

Before Old Liu's wife could erupt, the village head nearby spoke up: "Old Liu, is your second son even your biological child? Not dividing the money is one thing, but only giving one house? That won't hold up anywhere you go. Where do you expect the two granddaughters of the Second Branch to live?"

Old Liu's wife jumped out at this: "Anyway, girls will marry sooner or later. The Second Branch has no sons. What's the point of occupying so many houses?"

Old Liu's wife's eyes turned red with anger: "What exactly did my man do wrong that you have to humiliate him like this?"

The old Party Secretary, his face dark, spoke: "Fifth, over these years, besides working in the village, the second son didn't stop looking for work during the farming off-season. Dividing things this way seems inappropriate, doesn't it?"

Having been shamed by his third clan brother, Old Liu felt embarrassed and quickly tried to make up for it: "Dongzi of the First Branch is about to reach marriageable age. We'll need to prepare a wedding house for him then, won't we? When the Second Branch couple grows old, they'll rely on Dongzi to smash the funeral basin anyway. Giving it early or late is still giving it."

Old Liu's wife exploded: "Which biological father curses his own son to have no heirs? Is my man even your biological son?"

Her voice was so loud it nearly scared the people peeping over the wall outside into falling down.

She didn't give Old Liu a chance to refute: "If it's divided this way, then in the future, do we of the Second Branch not need to support you in your old age either? After all, you parents were the first to abandon my man."

Hearing this, Old Liu's wife refused to back down: "You really dare to say anything. Tomorrow I'll tell the second son to divorce you. My family can't afford a unfilial, unfriendly, shameless troublemaker like you."

These words directly angered Seeing Liu Chuxue: "Grandma, you were unfilial first. My father is still lying in the commune hospital. How can you turn the tables and blame us in front of everyone? How can you have the face?"

Old Liu's wife's eyes were about to spit fire, but her daughter had said that failing to endure a small matter would ruin a grand plan.

In these times, reputation was the most important thing. Not for any other reason, but for the sake of the daughters, this bad reputation absolutely could not be shouldered by their Second Branch.

Hearing Chuxue's words, Old Liu was even angrier: "You, a yellow-haired girl with milk still on your lips, where do you get the right to speak?"

Old Liu's wife glared at Chuxue with eyes that looked like they wanted to eat her: "You're everywhere. Get out of my sight."

Seeing Liu Chuxue saw the time was ripe: "It is a fact that the Second Branch has no boys. My older sister is married, my younger sister is still young, and the only strong laborer is lying in the hospital due to injury. If I don't stand up now, won't we be bullied to death?"

Old Liu laughed in extreme anger: "I didn't expect the second son, a blockhead, to have produced such a eloquent and argumentative daughter. Her wings aren't even hard yet, and she dares to talk back to elders. Truly excellent."

Old Liu's wife, afraid of damaging her daughter's reputation, quickly took over the conversation: "If the needle hasn't pricked your own flesh, naturally you don't feel the pain. If it were your own father lying in the hospital, you'd probably go mad with worry too."