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February 13th
After staying in the provincial hospital for four days, Zhou Xiuhua’s condition finally stabilized. At least she could sit up on her own without too much effort, and her speech became fluent, no longer so weak that it just made people feel sad.
That day, Fan Jiefang drove through the night again, bringing Xie Tiesheng and his daughter over.
Working at home for three straight days, Xie Tiesheng finally allocated the family’s fields. With his son-in-law Fan Jiefang supporting him on the side, renting out the fields was made simple and quick, even pioneering in Qingfeng Village.
With the tenth day of the lunar new year approaching and formal work resuming, Fan Jiefang would not have as much free time as before. Plus, Xie Jinghong had been crying at home for several days. She was about to swell her eyes with tears if she didn’t see her mother well soon, and the three children at home were also turned into crybabies.
This time, Fan Jiefang brought the three children back to his mother’s house, gave her twenty yuan to take good care of the children for two days, and then he came over with his wife and father-in-law with peace of mind.
Upon seeing her frail mother, Xie Jinghong truly couldn’t help but cry. It was only after seeing Zhou Xiuhua speak clearly that she breathed a sigh of relief.
With Zhang Shanni around, how could she possibly let her mother-in-law’s health deteriorate?
Xie Jinghong might be a bit muddle-headed about matters at her husband’s home. Mainly because she was a bit old when she got married and was a village girl who had once broken off an engagement, so she wasn’t considered very desirable for Fan Jiefang from the town.
Initially, Xie Tiesheng wasn’t fond of this son-in-law, and Li Xiaochun hadn’t thought highly of Xie Jinghong either!
Regarding her dominant mother-in-law, Xie Jinghong started off soft, but when she later wanted to stand up for herself, she couldn’t find a foothold.
But being soft had its advantages. At least Fan Jiefang was more concerned about his wife, so his mind inevitably focused more on his family affairs, which allowed him to realize sooner what his own mother’s true nature was like.
This caused Fan Jiefang to be heartbroken by his blood mother and younger brother and to focus wholeheartedly on his own little family from then on.
It was a blessing in disguise.
Zhou Xiuhua’s nature was straightforward and righteous, so the children she raised, even if they turned out a bit crooked later, still retained their basic common sense.
Seeing that her mother-in-law was cared for by her eldest sister-in-law, Zhang Shanni sat next to her father-in-law and listened to him chatting with Fifth and Fan Jiefang. Of course, they talked about serious matters concerning the division of fields and tenancy.
It wasn’t that the three men deliberately excluded her from their conversation, but Fan Jiefang, who had seen twins before, felt dizzy seeing her belly. It had only been a few days, but it had obviously grown much larger.
His wife had also given birth to twins during her second pregnancy, and although hers was a premature birth, her belly was only a tad larger than Zhang Shanni’s currently is. However, Zhang Shanni was only a little over four months pregnant, while others of the same size would be six or seven months along!
[PS: The setting for Ranran is due to poor nutrition in the past, pregnant women’s bellies would not be as big as now, probably around what would now be the seventh or eighth month.]
Zhang Shanni heard that Xie Tiesheng had directly divided the family’s seventeen acres of land into five parts, keeping five acres for himself, and the remaining twelve acres were evenly distributed as three acres each among the four brothers, without considering how many children each son had.
Was this a division of family and property? Zhang Shanni’s eyes brightened upon hearing this.
Then, there was also a policy in the village: current fields were not counted, and if you were separating households, you could tally three acres for yourself by reclaiming the wasteland. This was very humane, as long as you were hardworking, you could develop the wasteland yourself.
Qingfeng Village was near the mountains, and the good fields were fixed, but there were many slopes available. If you wanted, and while there was still land, you just had to work hard to claim it.
Furthermore, the five acres owned by the elders were also divided for a hundred years later. Now that the elders were still here, the yield from these fields belonged to them, and the dowry for their youngest daughter would also come from there. The brothers only needed to add a portion to the dowry as they wished.
Even Fifth had privately persuaded him several times to split the family outright. As for San’er, he had already called for a division of the family when Fifth got married.
Xie Tiesheng always thought that if a family, parents, and brothers were together, they could better assist and protect each other...
It was an old-fashioned thought, but this has been the tradition passed down through China’s 5,000-year history. Although Xie Tiesheng wasn’t highly educated, he had read old books and it wasn’t surprising for him to have such old-fashioned thoughts.
However, his thinking was now a thing of the past.
Watching and helping each other is only possible when there is a ’common’ enemy to forge an alliance-like kinship!
In fact, his sons had grown up, and his sons’ sons were also growing up... Living together now, without a common enemy, they only shared ’interests’!
When personal interests need to be divided and cannot be distributed fairly, even fathers and sons, brothers and brothers, can split apart!
The most realistic metaphor was that there was only one ’Imperial Throne’, but they were all Princes and Imperial Grandsons, each wanting to ascend and occupy the ’territory’!
Zhang Shanni heard the pain in her godfather’s calm voice, and even Zhou Xiuhua, who had woken up at some unknown time, was silently shedding tears...
"Dad, Mom, life will get better. Separating is for a better reunion in the future."
Zhang Shanni felt that these past few days, she had been constantly feeding people ’chicken soup for the soul’, yet now, with people’s language impoverished under the poison of the ’Red X Book’, they actually all agreed and nodded deeply moved by her clearly superficial words...
Zhang Shanni: ╯﹏╰ Silent.
A village girl with a twitching corner of her mouth said: It’s not that the other side is too emotional, but rather that we are too sharp.
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