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Chapter 29 The bullock cart is also his

"It's up to you." Wang said this in a very calm voice.

If you didn't know that the old lady was sick, everyone would find it incredible to say this.

When Meng Shaokang heard that these words were spoken by his own mother, he was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged:

"Mom, you are completely crazy. If you divide it, divide it, and the food must be divided equally." Anyway, even mother is not willing to have him as her eldest son.

Ah Jiu looked at his uncle and his pitiful mother-in-law differently. Why can't the uncle still understand the world?

Without thinking much, I saw my father angrily picking up the sack from the car, rolling it up, taking out a snakeskin bag, emptying half of it and throwing it on the ground:

"Take it, half for each person. Even if my mother is raised, I won't get half a cent more food. It's fair enough."

Cai Lihua also saw that her husband had been focusing on the overall situation these days, and now he felt that the boss was too noisy, and this was not just out of anger.

Cai Lihua also jumped down, rolled up her sleeves and unloaded a basket of dishes, chopsticks, water ladles and water bags from the car:

"It's only fair that I share these with my eldest brother."

"Let's go..." Meng Shaode's eyes turned red with anger. He didn't expect that while he was thinking about the whole family, his eldest brother would have other ideas because of one word.

What's the difference between this and Zheng Sangou's thief son? It's really hard to fathom.

Ah Jiu could tell that his father was angry and his uncle's actions had hurt his heart.

The bullock cart had just started and he didn't whip it, as if he was waiting for his uncle to change his mind.

But what was waiting for me was my uncle's voice: "Stop, this cart is mine too."

If the grain is divided into half, their family of four will not have to share a morsel with the boy. The second child likes to feed idle people, so he can feed them.

But what's the point of sitting in his bullock cart?

At this moment, Ah Jiu, Wang, Cai Lihua, and Meng Shaode all looked back, their eyes widened.

Even Tuoba Yan, who was lying on the bullock cart, sat up and looked at Ah Jiu's uncle in disbelief.

Meng Shaode stamped his foot and gritted his teeth and said: "Here it is, I'll give it to you."

The brotherhood is broken because of this? I am not willing to accept it, feel distressed, and feel annoyed.

Meng Shaode gritted his teeth and unloaded the things from the car, carrying a bamboo basket with only three or four kilograms of wheat grains in it, and a baggage hanging on his chest.

The whole person looked particularly bloated and burdened in the sunset.

Why did it happen like this? Ah Jiu was about to speak, but Dad seemed to be so angry that he had already made up his mind.

He raised his chin at Tuoba Yan:

"Young man, can you walk? If you can't walk, go over there with him. At worst, your rations will be counted as uncle's."

"I don't, I want to follow my boss."

Tuoba Yan was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed anxiously, and he moved towards Ah Jiu.

Boss?

Well, the couple just stared blankly. How could they care about these things at this time? Their eyes just fell on Mrs. Wang.

She hummed and left first, hands behind her back, as if to prove that she was very agile and didn't care about the bullock cart.

But Ah Jiu noticed that her father's eyes were red with anger on his fierce-looking face.

In the past two days, Meng Shaode was in a panic, especially when this awesome thing was brought up, it was like a knife stuck in his heart.

If he had not been so foolish, filial, and reckless, relying on the few coppers he earned from running darts, and caring about his family, he would not have exchanged one of his cows for wine money.

We should all have horses by now.

There was silence all the way. Ah Jiu saw that Tuoba Yan's leg was limping, so she subconsciously supported him. Looking back, she saw that her uncle and aunt were arranging the oxcart.

Not long after, the bullock cart passed them.

The poor uncle didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't know him at all.
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