Sure enough...
"Mom..."
Zeng Yong, who was about to speak with a frown, was stopped by Hua Da Gu.
"Mom, the way you're talking makes it seem like we aren't supporting you. If I remember correctly, as soon as the grain is harvested each year, we don't dare to keep it at home for long before sending it over. Your words are really disheartening!"
"Since that's the case, hurry and send it over this year, along with the money for your old age and clothes. Look at what you're wearing and what we're wearing. We're in rags, and you, as a daughter-in-law, can bear to see this? Aren't you ashamed?"
Seeing that the wife of the third son wasn't getting angry, Zeng's old lady grew bolder and arrogantly ordered.
Originally, Hua Da Gu planned to prepare clothes for them seeing their worn-out attire, but only if it was her own choice, not like this. This made Hua Da Gu very unhappy.
"Mom, have you forgotten something?"
