Xia Dinghai's face turned pale, but he finally risked his courage for the sake of money. He stiffened his neck and said, "The Xia family is what it is today thanks to the three of us brothers, not just your father."
"Okay, then give me one third." Xia Qianqian didn't want to continue arguing with him.
A man who knows the current situation is a hero. Some people love money like their life. If you really divide the family property according to the rules and laws, he will fight with you. They are now orphans and widows, and they can't compete with others.
"No!" Xia Dinghai flatly refused, "Your father's property belongs to Xia Yu. Besides, your grandparents are still alive, they are the head of the family!"
"Then one quarter." Xia Qianqian took a step back.
Butler Gu looked at her deeply. She seemed to be a sensible girl, as her progress had slowed down.
"That won't do either!" Xia Dinghai still disagreed. The thought of taking money out of the house made him feel as if his flesh was being cut. He didn't even care about being afraid of the housekeeper Gu.
At this time, Grandma Xia came over, supported by the couple from the third room, crying, "Who is the one sent by God to divide my family? I will fight her..."
Fan Ming frowned when he heard the voice, and the villagers sighed silently: Grandma Xia is the most shameless, Xia Qianqian is afraid that she will not get a penny.
"Mom." Xia Dinghai was very happy. He ran over to help Grandma Xia and kept winking at Xia Dingfeng and Yang.
Grandma Xia stood on her feet and trembled as she said, "Qin, do you want to kill me? Have you forgotten what you said in front of the coffin?"
Qin's face was terribly pale. Xia Qianqian asked in a low voice: "Mother, what did you say in front of the coffin?"
"Qianqian, we don't want the family property anymore." Qin said with difficulty, holding the handlebars tightly with both hands, her body trembling slightly in the sun.
Xia Qianqian curled her lips: "Isn't that too cheap for them?"
"Just think of it as your father honoring them!" Qin's voice became lower and lower, her eyes full of sadness, "Your grandmother... can do anything. You can't really force her to death."
Xia Qianqian didn't know what had happened, but she had seen many cases of people taking advantage of their age. It was like a girl with abdominal pain on the bus who was beaten for not giving up her seat to an old man. It was moral kidnapping. She was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll listen to my mother."
"Auntie Xia, Qianqian just wants to take what she deserves, she's not forcing anyone..."
"She's forcing me!"
Before Fan Ming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Grandma Xia. She stood there, beating her chest and stamping her feet: "Today, whoever dares to divide my Xia family, I will die in front of him!"
Fan Ming was also afraid that someone would die, so he looked at Xia Qianqian in embarrassment, then at Butler Gu.
Xia Qianqian hoped from the bottom of her heart that this kind-hearted assistant could speak up for her again, but Butler Gu said nothing.
Everyone in the village fell into a mysterious silence.
Xia Qianqian sighed helplessly and said crisply, "Grandma, I know that my father's property belongs to Xia Yu. I don't have any requests. Just give us a room to live in, and 50 kilograms of flour and 100 kilograms of rice. Just pack up the clothes we left at home and throw them out to us."
This request was not excessive. Winter was coming soon, and a total of 150 kilograms of fine grains was only enough for the three of them, mother and daughter, to get through the winter.
However, even so, Grandma Xia still felt pained: "I'll give you the thatched house at the end of the village, and 100 kilograms of rice and flour. Is there any more?"
"That's fine. Can you give me some seeds to plant in the spring?" Xia Qianqian said.
(End of this chapter)