Being scolded as a poor widow, I relied on supernatural powers to counterattack in ancient times

Chapter 8

"Mother... why does mother look at her son like this?"

Bai Yunxi leaned on the pillow, seeing his cowardly look, disgusted.

"Boss, your father has passed away. As the eldest son of the family, what are your plans for the future?"

"Back to mother, Song Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. Mother is the old matriarch of the family. My son is willing to listen to mother's arrangements." Bai Anchen thought for a while, bowed and said solemnly.

Hearing the incongruity in his tone, Bai Yunxi really wanted to kick him out.

What the hell old lady, I'll go to your old lady.

"Then are you filial?" Bai Yunxi looked at him and asked quietly.

"Son is unfilial, please mother punish?"

Bai Anchen knelt on the ground with a plop, at this moment he finally knew that his mother was still angry with him.

"Women and villains are difficult to raise, but the sage does not deceive me." '

Bai Yunxi clenched his fist and ground his molars, I will bear with you one more time.

"Your father is gone, and the private school may not be able to continue. After the yard is paid off, the family will only have two acres of dry land and Doctor Yang's two foreign debts."

"Life is going to go, the fields have always been cultivated by your second brother and his wife. Your daughter-in-law handles the laundry and cooking at home. In the future, the fourth and fifth children will also have to do some work within their ability to subsidize the family. What are you suitable for? Go back by yourself Think about it, no matter what, you can’t fall behind a few brothers, can you?”

"...Yes, son, let's go back and make a good plan."

Bai Anchen was taken aback for a moment, thinking about this big family, he couldn't help having a headache.

Seeing the cheap eldest son leave, Bai Yunxi finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes at his back, cowardly and selfish, even if he was suppressed by the eldest son, it would be embarrassing to reform.

Holding a bad hand, no matter how you play, you will be troubled.

Looking at the indoor furnishings, the box cabinet, and the simple dressing table, although they are not worth mentioning compared to ordinary big families, but in ordinary people's homes, these are objects that are reluctant to throw away after several lifetimes.

The life of the common people is difficult, and it is even more difficult to save some family property. The three generations of the original owner's family are all scholars. Both grandfather and father are famous scholars. In her generation, she is the only daughter left by her parents.

Even so, it took three generations to have this family business, and it was hard to imagine.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, it was in vain.

This is also the reason why the original owner wanted to protect this house with all his might, knowing that it was unreasonable.
Bai Yunxi sighed weakly, lying sideways on the bed, sorting out the memories in his mind.

The village where the original owner lived was called Liushuwan. There were one hundred and eighty households living in one village, which was considered a medium-sized village.

In her generation, the Bai family had only one daughter. As the only daughter in the family, she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, with a high and arrogant personality and a domineering personality.

The old Juren who died was the adoptive son of the Bai family and her son-in-law.

Because the old Juren was picked up by the original owner's father.

She still remembers that when she was very young, the father of the original owner went out to meet friends, and when he came back, he picked up a child covered in blood. After recovering from his injuries, he found out that the child had amnesia. At the suggestion of everyone, the father of the original owner adopted him as a foster son and adopted him His name is Bai Yunhui.

From then on, the original owner had more righteous brothers.

Bai Yunhui learned to read and write with the old scholar, and he won the Juren at the age of 15.

The bright future has not yet begun. The adoptive father died of illness, and the adoptive mother was hit hard. She couldn't afford it. Before she passed away, she entrusted her daughter to her adoptive son. She closed her eyes only after watching the two get married.

(End of this chapter)