After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Xia Dinghai trembled and stared at the Song family angrily: "It's all because you can't give birth to a son! I want to marry a little wife and give birth to a son!"

With a son, his position is secured. Xia Dingfeng can never kill him and his son together?

"Msang Gong." Song Clan looked like he was stepped on his tail, blushing and his neck thick, "How can you say that to me?"

"Huh, if I had a son, I wouldn't be run by the third child. Everything in the old Xia family is mine!" Xia Dinghai said.

Song sees that softness is not good, but he comes hard: "Xia Dinghai, I tell you, if you dare to marry a child, I will tell you all those nasty things you did!"

Xia Dinghai's complexion changed drastically, and he immediately softened: "I, I'll just say it. How can our family have the money to raise a child?"

"Huh! Although I didn't give birth to a son, my daughter is vying. Shanshan is already familiar with the county, and she will give me retirement in the future! Maybe I can take me to the county to enjoy the blessing!" Song's hands on hips, as if already After entering the county seat, she became a noblewoman, "I will go to the county seat in the future, who is rare to have this broken family business."

Xia Dinghai was not as optimistic as the Song family. As soon as he closed his eyes while lying on the bed, he saw someone come to pinch his neck and was so frightened that he quickly opened his eyes.

No, I can't live with the youngest anymore. Must be separated! Don't covet anyone if you divide your home early!

Xia Dinghai got up and went to the main house to discuss with his parents.

Old man Xia categorically disagreed: "Which family should I divide?"

"That is, your father and I are not dead yet!" Grandma Xia also disagreed. Regardless of the family, the financial power of the family is in their hands, although they do not work. If the family is divided, who can they manage in the future? Who makes money for them?

"Mother, my third child and I really can't make it through. We must separate families! Don't worry, we will pay you pension money regularly when we separate, and we will never let you be wronged." Xia Dinghai said.

"No!" Grandma Xia sneered. Once she surrendered the financial power, she would be different from reaching out to ask people for life. They were completely different things.

Old man Xia also said: "Our family burns tiles for a living, and your brothers can help each other to work. After dividing the family, how should the kiln be divided?"

"You can build another kiln," Xia Dinghai said.

"The newly built kiln can produce tiles of the same quality? Do you think you are all Xia Qianqian?" Grandma Xia said.

Xia Dinghai thought about it. They learned how to burn tiles, but the kiln was built by the older brother, and they didn't understand the mystery. He said: "That's it, we will work together if we divide the house. But the third child is too lazy. Father, you often go to the kiln to supervise the work, and the money you make is three open."

"It's so troublesome, don't you get it regardless of family?"

"That is, the family wants to talk about two things, so there is no need to make the villagers laugh!"

"No, I really can't spend time with him. He always bullies me and doesn't have a son, and I can't bear this grievance. Why should I pay the money I made so hard to pay to his son in the future?" Xia Dinghai said, "In short, I've made up my mind. If my parents support me, I will separate from the amicable family. If I don't support me, I will take my daughter-in-law and my child to live alone.

My son couldn’t help but, Xia Dinghai insisted that Old Man Xia and Grandma Xia had no choice but to agree: "All right, I will talk to the third child tomorrow, and then invite the village chief and the tribe to witness. However, the separation does not matter. Xin, your brothers still have to cooperate well in the future."

"Okay." Xia Dinghai breathed a sigh of relief. After dividing the family, the third child can't even count him.