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"Guoqiang, you don't know how to be polite."

Zhou Guifang couldn't help it anymore and said angrily, "My mother stewed this meat for everyone to eat. If you can cook it all by yourself, will others eat it?"

Lin Guoqiang didn't even raise his head: "Sister-in-law, you have never called us a family before you ate meat. You feel distressed after we just ate a few pieces?"

Zhou Guifang was choked and her face turned red.

“Okay, okay, how can we talk so much over a meal.”

Lin Haizhu finally spoke, not loudly, but the hall immediately fell silent.

The old man put down the teapot, put his hands on his knees, and glanced around the children on the table.

"I called you here today because I have something to say."

Everyone’s chopsticks stopped.

Lin Haizhu was silent for a while, as if he was organizing his words or making a final struggle.

"Your mother and I have discussed it," he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against wood, "It's time for our family to be divided."

Separate the family.

These two words are like a stone thrown into the calm water, causing ripples.

Lin Guowei and Zhou Guifang looked at each other. Both of them had an expression of "finally here" on their faces. The corners of their mouths were slightly raised, but they were quickly suppressed.

Lin Guodong held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes. He couldn't see any emotion, but his hands were clenched under the table.

Lin Meiling frowned slightly, moved her lips, but said nothing.

Zhao Sumei’s body stiffened for a moment, the chopsticks in her hand stopped in mid-air, Lin Wei twisted in her arms, and she quickly lowered her head to coax him.

Lin Guoqiang picked up a piece of potato and chewed it slowly, without any change in the expression on his face.

He had known for a long time that this day would come.

In my last life, the family was separated half a year later.

By that time, almost all the money in his hand had been "borrowed".

When the family was separated, what he received was a piece of thin land by the river beach and two adobe houses that were about to collapse.

plus the “right to use” the donkey.

It is nominally his, but in fact it is shared by everyone.

The eldest brother was assigned three brick houses and the best five acres of irrigated land at the east end of the village.

The old man bought a sewing machine and a bicycle, plus two hundred yuan of "start-up capital."

Is it fair?

It’s not fair.

But in the last life, he didn’t say a word.

He feels that it is meaningless to care about these things between brothers and sisters.

He believed he could earn it with his own hands.

What’s the result?

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