I Was Called a Poor Widow, But I Relied on My Supernatural Powers To Fight Back In Ancient Times

Chapter 247 Don’t even bother to complain

When Mrs. Zheng saw the situation in the yard, she anxiously poked Bai Yunsong's arm with her arm and nuzzled at him.

How can we separate at this juncture?

 Besides, if the family is divided, there will be a lot of work in the fields alone. Who will do it?

 He and the head of the family haven't worked for so many years, and they are not used to it. His son Anbang is a good student, so how could he give up studying in order to farm?

Seeing his wife's anxious look, Bai Yunsong glared at her and made a hushed gesture at her.

Although he was also anxious, he had to wait and see his second brother's attitude first, and also wanted to see if his father meant what he said to him.

 He cannot get into trouble first.

Bai Yungui, on the other hand, was surprised when he heard his father's tone and then returned to normal.

 Step forward and kneel down,

“My father’s words about dividing the family really hurt his son. As the ancients said, if the parents don’t separate the family, how can a son be so virtuous as to let his father break the rules?”

 After saying that, Bai Yungui kowtowed to his father. Looking at his father's pleased eyes, he moved the corners of his mouth.

“Actually, my son has been longing for a family separation, but not now. Only after the family separation can I, the father, let my wife and children take a breather.”

“You won’t be criticized or scolded for getting up late. There is no need for children to work despite their sick bodies.”

"But in addition to being a father, I am also a son. As a son, it is my responsibility to honor my father. So I owe my children...In the end, I am not a good son, a good husband, and not a good father."

 Old patriarch: “…”

How many years has it been since he heard his second son say so many words? Today, for the first time, he said so many words, but his tone was full of sadness.

 In the end, he, as a father, neglected his second son too much.

 Otherwise, why would a good son be so depressed?

He was once proud that he had two sons. They had a clear division of labor. One was walking outside, and the other was tending the farmland at home. The two of them have never had a verbal argument. Brothers from other families often argue over family property and pension, and some even hesitate to pick fights.

 As the patriarch, he has dealt with countless similar matters.

 Later, he was very relieved that his two sons had never been in such a situation, and he had never been embarrassed in front of everyone.

 But now seeing the sadness and unspeakable grievance in his second son's eyes, he was unable to refute.

Before he could speak, the old lady Bai who came to her senses walked over with a cane in hand.

With a bang, it hit Bai Yungui’s back,

"Second brother, you bastard, are you looking forward to the separation of our two old immortals? You are such a heartless child. I raised you in vain. How dare you? Say something like this?"

　　The old lady was not relieved as she spoke, and struck the cane twice more.

　　Even if the old lady hit her with the cane, Bai Yungui didn't move at all.

Still the old patriarch couldn't stand it and waved his hand to stop her.

“Old lady, stop it, what are you doing? We have indeed owed the Yungui family these years.”

"You have a lot of things to do, and you don't owe anything. You live as a family, and there are no pots and pans that don't touch the bowl. You will be noisy all your life."

　　Listening to my mother’s tone, Bai Yungui twitched the corner of his mouth.

 Suppose his father is out on the road every day and busy with work. My mother stays at home every day and always turns a blind eye to him and his eldest brother and his family.

If there is a quarrel, it will always be their second child who gets hurt and scolded in the end.

 (End of this chapter)