As soon as Xu Zhihe walked through, people in the yard were already discussing how to divide her home.
The widowed mother remarried, her twelve-year-old brother adopted her, and her seven-year-old sister was given as a child bride. As for her eldest sister who is already "sensible", the clan can naturally find a place for her.
Xu Zhihe asked: "Is it okay to not separate?"
The second uncle pushed eight taels of debt in front of her.
OK. If you can't get the money back within thirty days, you'll have to follow the original arrangement.
Xu Zhihe admitted the debt on the spot.
When the family was separated, the second uncle took away the fertile land and gave them only two acres of thin farmland, a leaky old house, and twelve acres of barren land that accumulated water every year.
The whole village was waiting for her to come back with her family and bow her head.
But the reeds in the wasteland can be sold for money, and the black beans that no one wants can be made into tempeh. When the first jar failed, she divided it into three jars and tried again. No one in the town was willing to buy it, so she went from store to store looking for it.
She also discovered from an old work book that her father's wages had been fraudulently collected during his lifetime.
On the 30th day, Xu Zhihe put three taels of silver on the clan table.
She turned around and stretched out her hand to her sister: "Xiaoman, go home."
