Old Deng is reborn in the 1980s, and he starts by severing his father-son relationship!

If it were Chen Deshun from his previous life, he would value his children's happiness and future above all else, and Huang Xumin's words would definitely make him compromise immediately.

But now? You still want to use such clumsy methods to make him feel that you broke up his daughter's marriage, so that he will live with self-blame and guilt for the rest of his life?

Chen Deshun found it laughable: "What difference does it make to me whether you get a divorce or not? Will you give me an extra penny?"

"Dad! You really want me to get a divorce?"

Chen Limei was shocked and couldn't believe that Chen Deshun would say that.

"Paying back debts is a matter of course. If Huang Xumin divorces you over two hundred yuan, I'll just applaud and be happy for you, finally getting rid of a good-for-nothing."

Call him trash!?

Huang Xumin's lips trembled with anger, and he turned to instigate his child: "Xiaohui, did you hear that? Your grandpa is forcing us to give him money. If your dad and mom divorce, who will you live with?"

Huang Hui's eyes were filled with hatred as he yelled, "You old coffin, what right do you have to separate my dad and mom? I'll beat you to death!"

He shouted and swung his fist at Chen Deshun.

Chen Deshun's face darkened, and he raised his hand to slap Huang Hui.

Children learn by listening to what adults say, which also proves that his parents often spoke ill of him behind his back, indicating that his upbringing was terrible to the core.

Since the parents are reluctant to discipline their children, he will discipline them properly for them!

This slap was incredibly powerful, no less so than the slap he gave the third brother.

Even the third brother, an adult, felt the pain. Huang Hui, a little kid, was slapped and rolled three times on the ground. After getting up in a daze, he belatedly covered his face and cried loudly.

That slap will be one he'll never forget.

The third brother covered his mouth and chuckled to himself, secretly pleased: Finally, another one in this family has been hurt! I wish the eldest and second eldest brothers could also experience their father's love someday!

"Xiaohui! My Xiaohui, quick, let Mommy see if you're hurt anywhere!"

Chen Limei's eyes widened, and she rushed forward to hug Huang Hui, examining his face. Turning to Chen Deshun, she roared, "What right do you have to hit my son?!"

Huang Xumin was both angry and annoyed that Chen Deshun dared to hit his son in front of him. His dissatisfaction with Chen Deshun deepened, and he even wanted to hit back.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chen Deshun's strong physique, then looked down and silently compared it to his own. He then looked at the three sons standing behind Chen Deshun, especially the fourth son, who was short but muscular, and with several scratches on his body, he looked like a leper on the street.

He quietly loosened his clenched fist, deciding to let him off the hook for today!

Chen Deshun shook his hand and let out a long sigh.

One word: awesome.

Turning to look at Chen Limei and her family of three, he uttered two words: "Give me back the money!"

"Dad, why did you hit him so hard?! Xiaohui's face is all swollen, and you don't even care, but all you talk about is money? You weren't like this before, how come you're so obsessed with money now?"

Knowing she was in the wrong, Chen Limei, though dissatisfied, tried her best to suppress her temper and spoke.

As the grandfather, Chen Deshun hit the child in a fit of anger. It's one thing to not apologize, but shouldn't he at least make some kind of statement? He didn't offer any explanation and just asked them to pay back the money. What kind of person is that?

"Stop with the nonsense. First and foremost, I'm your creditor; secondly, I'm your father; and lastly, he's your grandfather. What else is there to talk about if not money?"

Chen Deshun shrugged. Did he think a slap was worth two hundred? Did he think Huang Hui was made of gold?

Huang Xumin feigned concern and said, "Dad, even if we wanted to pay it back, we don't have that much money on us right now."

"It's okay, I'll go home and get the money and come back later," Chen Deshun replied directly.

Chen Limei wiped away Huang Hui's tears, then snorted and said defiantly, "What do you mean 'still'? Xumin, Xiaohui, we're not welcome here. We're not coming back. We're going home!"

"Take care. Remember to return the money to me within a week. If you don't, I'll go to your factory and have a good talk with your leaders. I'll ask them how they raised such a scoundrel who owes money, threatens his own father with divorce, and instigates his children to beat and scold their grandfather."

Chen Deshun's chilling voice rang out from behind, causing Chen Limei to stiffen and Huang Xumin to nearly stumble and fall.

The two men had arrived chatting and laughing, discussing how to get some ration coupons from Chen Deshun to improve their lives. But now they were leaving like stray dogs, dragging the sobbing Huang Hui along, and quickly leaving without looking back.

After Chen Limei and her family left, Chen Deshun plopped back down in his chair and let out a long sigh.

After all, they were the ones she raised. Even though she had been reborn and was mentally prepared, she was still quite angry.

Thankfully, I'm still in good health, otherwise I would have fainted from anger.

The room fell silent again, a sound it hadn't heard in a long time.

Chen Lihua and Chen Sanqi ate their meals carefully, holding their bowls tightly, afraid of making any noise that might upset Chen Deshun.

The second and third children were already starving; the thin porridge and cornbread they had for breakfast had long been digested, and their stomachs were growling every now and then.

But going out at this juncture seems inappropriate, leaving them stuck in a dilemma.

At this moment, Chen Deshun tapped on the table, and everyone looked over.

"Lihua, wash the dishes later."

Chen Lihua instinctively wanted to refuse, but the words caught in her throat. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly nodded: "Okay, I'll pack up later."

Chen Deshun glanced at his youngest daughter, somewhat intrigued.

Normally, asking her to do any chores is like asking her to die, but today she was obedient and didn't talk back.

He then added, "From today onwards, all household chores, including cooking, laundry, and cleaning, will be taken care of by you and the fourth son in turns."

"dad!"

Chen Lihua suddenly looked up, her voice trembling.

"What are you yelling about? I'm not deaf!" Chen Deshun glared at her impatiently.

The fourth brother raised his head, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and looked down to pick at the almost empty bowl of fried sauce noodles.

Chen Lihua didn't expect the fourth son to step up; since it involved her interests, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and take the initiative herself.

Since she needed her father's help, her tone was still very gentle: "Dad, I have to prepare for the college entrance exam right now. I have to study every day, how can I have time to do housework?!"

"Oh, do you think doing housework will interfere with your reading and studying?" Chen Deshun retorted.

"It will definitely cause delays!"

Chen Lihua nodded and asked urgently, "Dad, do you know how many people took the college entrance exam last year? And how many of them were ultimately admitted?"

Before Chen Deshun could speak, Chen Lihua immediately interjected, "Last year, a total of 468 million people took the college entrance examination nationwide, and only 28 were admitted, with an admission rate of 6.1%. This means that only six out of every hundred candidates can go to university. It's no exaggeration to say that it's like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge."

She spoke rapidly and eloquently: "Our teacher said that the admission rate last year was relatively high, but the number of students taking the college entrance examination will only increase in the future, while the number of places is limited, making the competition even fiercer. It will become increasingly difficult to get into university in the future. If I am distracted by housework at this time, I will fall behind others, and my studies will definitely be affected."