“Sending the betrothal gifts? Isn’t that next month? Didn’t we already plow the vegetable fields and plant the seeds? The crops should be ready by next month, so why do we need to ask Second Son for vegetables? It’s not like you don’t know about the living conditions of Second Son’s family. As his parents, even if we can’t help him, we shouldn’t add to their misfortunes and cause more trouble for our children. What would others say about us?” Of course, Old Yu didn’t believe her nonsense and immediately exposed her.  

“Shouldn’t a son be filial to his parents? What would others say! Do you think that others won’t gossip about a son who eats and lives well while his parents barely have enough to eat?” Madam Zhang was an expert at pestering others endlessly.

Old Yu frowned and became even more displeased, “What do you mean by ‘we barely have enough to eat’? Although we’re not making as much money from selling fish as before, it’s certainly enough to feed our entire family. Moreover, you still have a lot of…”

“It’s for our third son’s studies, so no one is allowed to touch it!” Madam Zhang valued her youngest son the most and no one was allowed to touch him. When she heard Old Yu mention her savings, she instantly startled and...