Chapter 446: Lin Shengli Is Much Better Than Han Chunming

Afternoon.

Broken Rag Marquis was reconciling accounts with Su Meng's big uncle when Su Meng walked in.

"What are you two doing?"

Broken Rag Marquis looked up at Su Meng and said:

"I'll flip through the ledger."

Su Meng nodded, sat down, and said:

"Big uncle, I have to tell you, my mother is really angry this time."

"She thinks you cheated her."

Big uncle laughed, "My sister is not easy to deal with."

Broken Rag Marquis asked, "Su Meng, have you settled that thing with Han Chunming or not?"

Su Meng: "It's off."

Broken Rag Marquis was a bit surprised, "Off?"

Su Meng nodded, her face serious, and said, "Officially off."

Big uncle: "Well off, I told you long ago."

"Han Chunming has no education, and no career."

"Someone like that, how could we marry him, right?"

Broken Rag Marquis: "No education doesn't equal no culture."

"No career doesn't equal no ideals,"

"I'm telling you,"

"Han Chunming is a top‑notch man."

Su Meng snorted coldly and said nothing.

She thought Lin Shengli was the top‑notch man, far better than Han Chunming.

Big uncle pointed at Broken Rag Marquis and said:

"I disagree with that viewpoint of yours."

"No education means his IQ is problematic."

Broken Rag Marquis: "The times are different now."

Big uncle: "What do you mean the times are different?"

"Little Meng, aren't you only two years apart from him?"

"How did Little Meng get into university?"

"That someone we ate with last time... Cheng Jianjun, right? Isn't he a classmate of Han Chunming?"

"How did he manage to get into university?"

"Isn't this still a question of Han Chunming's IQ?"

Su Meng said irritably:

"Hey, hey, hey, if you two bring up Han Chunming again, I'm leaving."

Big uncle laughed, "Alright, alright, no more mentions, no more mentions, no more mentions."

"First, tell me, how did you invite your mother and father over for a meal?"

Su Meng: "How would I know?"

"You have to invite them yourself."

"I can't help you with that."

Big uncle laughed, "Fine, let's do it that way."

"I'll invite them in a bit."

Evening.

Liu the landlord's house.

Han Chunming sat on a Ming‑era bed.

In front of him sat Liu the landlord and his wife.

"Listen, no matter how much you give me, I won't sell it to you."

"Just say this bed—my father slept on it."

"My grandfather slept on it."

"Our family's old master also slept on it."

"When the land‑owner battles the landlord and lands are divided, our family would go bankrupt."

Han Chunming laughed, "From what you say, you're dissatisfied with the land reform?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll sue you?"

Liu the landlord laughed, "What era is this now?"

"Do whatever you like, I'm not scared."

"When the wind blew, I got three years of criticism just for saying that line."

Han Chunming: "It wasn't you who was reprimanded then, it was your father, right?"

When Liu the landlord heard that, his smile instantly froze.

He slowly looked up at Han Chunming and asked:

"How did you know that?"

Han Chunming: "Is your father named Liu Delu?"

Liu Dizhu: "Right, exactly."

Han Chunming smiled and said:

"Let me read you a passage."

Liu Delu's work, slowly grinding...

Just then, a male voice called out: "Just three meals of millet a day and you still have to work."

The voice came, and the person appeared.

As soon as the words fell, the door opened and the Broken Rag Marquis walked in.

"Don't even think about drinking sesame oil."

Han Chunming smiled and greeted the Broken Rag Marquis.