Zeng Laoda became anxious upon hearing this. How could that be feasible? The third family's grain was hard to come by. Though it wasn't much, mixed with wild vegetables, they could save some and stretch it out for quite a while.
If the rent were paid, it wouldn't be doable. Zeng Laoda urgently tugged at his father's tattered sleeve.
"What? Is rent still required?" Zeng Pozi looked at her son in disbelief.
"Of course, father and mother wouldn't think we're living here for free, right? We're not from Hua Village; we're benefiting from the in-laws. There's no way there won't be rent. If you want to come with me, at least consider my feelings. Let's treat these as a year's rent."
"Old third, how could you say such a thing? This is our retirement grain." Zeng Pozi's anger, which had barely subsided, was triggered again.
"Yes, it's supposed to be father's and mother's retirement grain. If you're coming with me, then this grain naturally becomes ours; otherwise, how will we retire?"
