Many people nodded as they listened. If that's true, then they're just fools.
Sun Chengmin looked at Sun Ercheng, "Uncle, I don't have a place to stay. I'll manage at the brigade this winter, and when spring comes, I'll build my own house."
What could Sun Ercheng do? It was almost New Year's Eve; he couldn't stand by and do nothing while a young member of the village had no place to stay.
The Sun Family remained silent. They were still upset with Sun Chengmin for not controlling his wife, resulting in them being beaten and losing money.
"Alright, there's an empty house. You can move in."
Sun Chengmin nodded and went inside to pack up his family's belongings. These were what his wife had brought over.
"Mom, wasn't it said nothing is to be given to his mom?"
Sun Ercheng happened to hear this. He raised his cane and struck the second son's family with it. She wasn't paying attention and got hit directly. "You wasteful woman, those are things from the Yang Family."
