Chapter 7: Separation of property

Xia Dinghai's face was blue and white, and finally he gave up the courage for the money, and said with a stubborn neck: "The Xia family has the credit of our three brothers today, not your father alone."
"Okay, then give me one third." Xia Qianqian didn't want to continue talking with him either.
Those who know the current affairs are brilliant, some people love money like fate, and divide the family property according to the rules and regulations, and they will work hard with you. They are now orphans and widows, but they can't fight them.
"No!" Xia Dinghai flatly refused, "Your father's family property belongs to Xia Yu. Moreover, if your grandparents are still alive, they are the family members!"
"Then a quarter." Xia Qianqian took a step back.
Steward Gu took a deep look at her, showing signs of progress. She was a girl with a general understanding.
"That's not okay!" Xia Dinghai still disagreed. When he thought of taking money away from home, he felt painful like cutting meat, and he didn't even want to fear the steward.
At this moment, Grandma Xia, with the support of the Sanfang couple, cried out: "Which one is sent by the heavens to divide my home? I fight with her..."
Fan Ming frowned as soon as he heard this voice, and the villagers sighed silently: Grandma Xia is the most rascal, and Xia Qianqian is afraid that she can't get a penny.
"Mother." Xia Dinghai was very happy, and ran over to Grandma Fuxia, and kept winking at Xia Dingfeng and Yang.
Grandma Xia trembling with her feet, Wei Wei said: "Qin, do you want my life? Have you forgotten what you said before your spirit?"
Qin's face was terribly pale. Xia Qianqian asked in a low voice, "Mother, what did you say before the spirit?"
"Qianqian, family property... we don't want it anymore." Qin said with difficulty, clutching the handlebars with both hands, his body trembling in the sun.
Xia Qianqian curled his lips: "Isn't that too cheap for them?"
"It's your father who honored them!" Qin's voice became lower and lower, with a desolate expression. "Your grandma... can do everything, she can't really kill her."
Xia Qianqian didn't know what happened, but she saw a lot of things about her reliance on the old. Just like a girl with abdominal pain on a bus will be beaten if she doesn't give up her seat to the elderly, it is moral kidnapping. She was silent for a while and said, "Okay, I listen to my mother."
"Aunt Xia, Qianqian just wants to get what he deserves, not to force anyone..."
"She is forcing me!"
Before Fan Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted by Grandma Xia. She stood there, beating her chest and feet: "Whoever dares to divide my Xia family today, I will die for someone to see!"
Fan Ming was also afraid of death, so he looked at Xia Qianqian in embarrassment, and then at the steward Gu.
Xia Qianqian hoped that this kind-hearted could assist her and help her speak, but the steward Gu said nothing.
The whole village began to be silent.
Xia Qianqian sighed helplessly, and said crisply: "Grandma, I know that my father's property belongs to Xia Yu. I have nothing to ask for, so we can live in a room and give us 50 catties of white flour and 100 catties of rice. We stay here. Just pack the clothes at home and throw them out for us."
This requirement is really not excessive. The winter is about to pass. A total of one hundred and fifty catties of fine grain is enough for the three of them to spend the winter.
However, even so, Grandma Xia still hurts: "The thatched house at the end of the village will be distributed to you. The rice noodles are 100 catties. Isn't there more!"
"It's okay. Give me some seeds and plant them in spring, right?" Xia Qianqian said.