Before Old Yang had a chance to speak, Yang Huaming quickly said, "Father, the room that Fifth Brother gave up has three rooms, which is just right for our family of five."

"Alright!" Old Yang nodded.

Then, they discussed a few other details.

It's basically settled.

When everyone was satisfied and ready to leave, a crisp voice suddenly cut in.

It is Yang Ruqing.

Young Yang asked Lao Yang's head: "Grandpa, you have divided up all the fields, so what will you and Grandma eat and drink in the future?"

Lao Yang glanced at Yang Ruqing and raised an eyebrow.

Several sons were only concerned with how much they could get for themselves, and no one asked about how their elderly parents would support themselves in the future.

It was still this chubby girl who brought it up.

A touch of emotion passed through the old man's heart.

After Yang Ruqing's question, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaizhou also immediately realized this.

Yang Huazhong said, "Even if our five brothers split up, father and mother are still ours in common. We can't ignore them!"

Yang Huazhou also nodded.

The other three remained silent.

Lao Yangtou took over the conversation and said, "My wife and I will continue to live in this east room."

"The east wing has three rooms. One room is for Meier, and the other one will be used as a kitchen for me and your mother."

Lao Yang pointed to the kitchen of Lao Yang's house and said, "That kitchen used to belong to the eldest son's family. They had many sons, so the dining hall was also given to them."

Most of the second house lived in town, returning home once a year for festivals. If they needed to make a fire...

"You can borrow any other brother's kitchen."

>"Four rooms occupy three houses on the west side, and the kitchen is built by themselves."

“The grain and miscellaneous grains in the warehouse, your mother and I have left half a year's ration. The rest is given to you.”

"After the autumn harvest, each household will send eighty jin of rice to our two elders."

"During festivals, one must show filial piety!"

“I’m sick with all of you. You guys share the cost of my medicine!” Old Yang said.

No one else said anything.

Yang Huaming spoke.

"Father, my second and third brothers, they have money. Eighty catties of rice every year doesn't mean much to them!"

“Our four houses tightened our belts to send eighty jin, they should at least send two hundred jin to make it worthwhile!”

As soon as Yang Huaming said that, Yang Hulin became agitated.

"Lao San opened a restaurant, he's really wealthy. I'm just running errands for Lan Er's uncle, I don't have any money!"

Yang Huaming said: "Second Brother, spare me. Second Sister-in-law puts on makeup and Lan is always kept away from housework. You don't have money? Who would believe that!"

The two brothers were about to start arguing again.

>Lao Yang stopped them.

His eyes immediately turned to Yang Huazhong.

The meaning is very obvious.

Yang Huazhong frowned and stood up.

"Father, our life in the third house is a bit better than before. But opening a restaurant carries risks!"

Yang Huazhong said.

“Things look prosperous now, but who knows what might be hidden beneath the surface later on.”

"Your fourth brother and his buddies are probably keeping a close eye on things, who knows they might have gotten lucky and made it big by now?"

"How much grain should we give to our parents? All five of us brothers should follow the same standard!" Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Huazhou nodded: "I agree with Third Brother!"

"Everybody should give the same amount of millet. Whoever has a better life can send more filial piety to their parents during festivals and holidays!" Yang Huazhou proposed.

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Old Yang sighed and nodded.

"That's it then!"

"Father, when are we going to open the warehouse and release the grain?" Yang Huilin asked eagerly.

Old Yang glanced at him: "It's dark as night now, you can't tell who has the upper hand. If you go back and forth again, you'll make a fuss!"

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"Tomorrow, tomorrow when the sun is shining bright, you can divide it however you want!"

The sons finally left the house.

Only Lao Yangtou and Tan Shi were left.

Tan had slammed the door shut and sat down angrily at the edge of the bed. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

But seeing Lao Yang leaning there, his face ashen, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Everybody says raising children is for your old age, but I think they are just a bunch of debt collectors!"

The old man sighed.

Tan looked at Old Yang's appearance and felt uneasy in her heart.

Since I was fifteen and followed him, for most of my life, through wind and rain, I've never seen him shed a tear.

Tan stood up and poured Lao Yang a cup of tea, then sat beside him.

"One by one, each of them was born after ten months of pregnancy."

"No breast milk, each one held in my arms and fed with rice gruel, or porridge."

"Winter nights tucked their tiny feet into its warmth, while summer nights fanned away mosquitoes with a bamboo fan."

“Every single one of them, I was raised that way...”

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Tan said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why have you all grown up, married wives, and treated me like an enemy?"

"I'm their mother!"

Tan sobbed, her white temples, which had been ruffled during the beating of Yang Hua'an and his companions, now stood in disarray.

Under the light, he looks even more aged and haggard.

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Old Yang's heart was filled with a sense of sorrow.

"Mellie, don't cry anymore. From now on, just you and me!"

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Yang Huazhong accompanied Yang Huazhou to the west room to pack things.

Tonight, I will sleep here for one more night. Tomorrow, Yang Huazhou will move all these things to town.

Yang Huazhong was also overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

Unthinkable, such a large Yang family, just disbanded like that.

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"Fifth brother, I'm not feeling well inside!" Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Huazhou stopped his work and let out a sigh.

“To be honest with my third brother, I feel a little strange in my heart.”

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He said.

“Especially when I left the east room before, I saw my parents like that, it was so distressing!”

"Third Brother, to be honest, I really don't want to split the family."

"All I want is for everyone to get along and live together peacefully for their whole lives. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

“But these days, we can’t afford to be divided. Things keep going wrong, and Suyun almost had a miscarriage…”

Yang Huaizhou's voice choked with emotion.

Yang Huazhong patted Yang Huazhou's shoulder: "Since things have come to this, fifth brother, don't dwell on it anymore."

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We've gotten to this point, it's not your fault.

"It's alright that we're splitting up. In the future, let's work hard to earn money and send more filial piety to our parents. Even if we split up, we are still their sons and should support them in their old age!"

“Hmm!” Yang Huazhou nodded vigorously.

The two brothers, having composed themselves, continued to pack their belongings.

Next door, Yang Huaming and Liu shi were also unable to sleep. They huddled together, discussing the matter.

Yang Huaming clutched the land deed in his hand, utterly at a loss.

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“I'm so fed up, with six or seven acres of land, how are we going to manage this? We’ll be exhausted!” he said.

But Liu didn't think much of it. Let me know if you'd like to translate any other text! ?

"If you can't do it, just don't. Rent it out, and we'll get some rent money." she said.

Yang Huaming said: "With just that amount of rent, you can barely make ends meet, there's no extra money left over."

"What are we going to do?" asked Mrs. Liu.

Yang Huaming held his chin.

"I plan to sell the two mu and two of good-quality land I was allocated, and keep the four mu and three of medium-quality land for ourselves to do whatever we want with."

“Two mu of second-rate land, it would sell for eight taels of silver!” he said.

"Wow, so many!"

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Liu's eyes lit up, and she started to count on her fingers.

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