Inside the ancestral hall, the Old Captain was surprised to see the two large vats, two stools, and four or five baskets stacked together, all scattered on a cart. He looked at Old Yougong and his wife in amazement.
Zhang Guoqing shook his head at him. He was already too tired to speak. Just now, Old You Po almost claimed that even the iron pot belonged to her. If it weren't for the large and obvious cabinet, she would probably have claimed that too.
He couldn't possibly let the old lady wail and cry in his home, bringing bad luck to his family! Earlier, his father had mentioned how fortunate it was that the whole family didn't live at his place.
He wouldn't mind having them all. Wont't leave? He'd just grab and throw them out. If they played tricks, he could lock them up for a few days until they behaved. He really couldn't afford to mess with these almost-dying elderly, or he might end up having to organize their funerals.
