Traveling through the Great Northern Wilderness and marrying the most beautiful educated youth.

Su Qingyun entered the room without saying a word.

He bent down, grabbed the opening of the sack, and with a whoosh, poured half a sack of potatoes directly into another broken basket.

Potatoes rolled all over the floor.

Ma Jinfeng's eyes turned red, and she pounced on him with a howl.

"Third brother! Are you crazy?"

"That's our grain! Why are you giving it away!"

Su Qingyun stepped on the corner of the sack and looked at her coldly.

"I can lend out the grain I brought back, just like I said I would."

Ma Jinfeng pointed outside the courtyard gate, her mouth like a knife.

"What business is it of ours if his family doesn't have enough food?"

"Qingliang's mother came this afternoon, and I said all the nice things she could to me."

"My family is poor too, why would I scrape the bottom of the pot for her?"

At the courtyard gate, Qingliang's mother's face flushed red.

She clutched two crumpled yuan notes in her hand, her eyes stinging, but she still handed them over.

"Qingyun, take this money."

"Auntie, you're not taking this for nothing. You'll get your money back with interest after the autumn harvest."

Su Qingyun did not answer.

He pushed the two dollars back, his voice stiff.

"Auntie, the Su family helps each other out and doesn't accept gifts."

"We'll talk about paying it back after the family has calmed down."

When Liu Guifen came out of the kitchen and saw Qingliang's mother's appearance, she felt bad.

"Here, let the child have something warm first."

Ma Jinfeng was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"Mom! Are you confused too?"

"Half a bag of potatoes! That's enough for so many meals!"

Su Qingyun snorted coldly.

"Didn't you say this afternoon that whoever starved to death would be buried by their own family?"

"If word gets out, what will become of the Su family's reputation?"

Ma Jinfeng's mouth froze.

She wanted to scold him, but she was afraid that Qingliang's mother would really spread the word.

Su Qingyun picked up the basket and shoved it directly into Su Qingliang's hands.

"Take it back."

Su Qingliang's eyes were bloodshot, and his fingers gripped the edge of the basket tightly.

"Third Brother, I'll remember."

Su Qingyun patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't just remember it."

"From now on, earn your work points so your mother won't have to beg for help anymore."

Su Qingliang nodded emphatically, carried the potatoes on his back, and helped his mother out the door.

The courtyard fell silent.

Only the sound of Ma Jinfeng breathing heavily could be heard.

At dinner, the atmosphere at the table was even darker than the bottom of the pot.

Ma Jinfeng picked up the bowl and smashed it, the chopsticks making a loud cracking sound.

"Eat up, eat up."

"Anyway, the grain all came from the wind."

"Borrow half a bag today, borrow another half bag tomorrow, and we'll all starve!"

Su Qingshui leaned against the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and scoffed.

Stop being so sarcastic.

Ma Jinfeng immediately exploded.

"What's it to you? How many work points do you earn?"

Su Qingshan was caught in the middle, silently eating his porridge, not daring to utter a sound.

Su Guishan's face was frighteningly grim.

He picked up his pipe and tapped it twice on the edge of the table.

"Shut up, all of you."

The room fell silent.

Su Guishan raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd.

"Let's settle the division of the family property tonight."

Ma Jinfeng was stunned, then her eyes darted around.

Split up?

True score?

How will the house be calculated? How will the money be calculated?

Liu Guifen sighed, turned around, and pulled a wooden box out from under the kang cabinet in the inner room.

The box still had an old brass lock hanging on it.

She fumbled around for a while before finally pulling out her key and opening it.

Inside was a stack of money, wrapped in an old handkerchief.

Su Guishan's voice was muffled.

"What I've accumulated over the years, plus what you've returned."

"Eight hundred yuan in total."

When Ma Jinfeng saw the money, her eyes widened instantly.

Her breathing even became lighter.

Eight hundred yuan.

These days, eight hundred yuan can be a death sentence.

Su Qingyun saw this and sneered inwardly.

Sure enough, the fox's tail can't be hidden forever.

Su Guishan placed the money on the kang table.

"One house, and eight hundred in cash."

"The eldest son got married early and occupies the east room."

"The third son wants to go out and build a house."

"Second brother, what do you say?"

Su Qingshui squatted on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with one leg on her knee and a straw stick in her mouth.

He waved his hand dismissively.

"I don't want a house."

"I'm the kind of person who might go off somewhere any day, so even if you gave me a house, I couldn't hold onto it."

Upon hearing this, Ma Jinfeng almost burst into laughter.

She immediately became sarcastic and sarcastic.

"Oh, my second brother is quite generous."

"Knowing I don't have a wife, I don't need the house."

Su Qingshui's face darkened.

He spat out the straw and stood up abruptly.

"What are you yelling about? Your house is worth at least five hundred dollars! Don't try to take advantage of me."

These words were like a slap in the face, silencing the room.

Ma Jinfeng jumped up with a loud yelp, as if her tail had been stepped on.

"Su Qingshui! You're talking nonsense!"

She slapped her thigh and started wailing.

"When I married into the Su family, the east wing was promised to me and Qingshan!"

"Why are you asking for money now?"

"You Su family are bullying us!"

Su Qingshui sneered.

"Stop howling."

"If you say it doesn't matter, then fine, vacate the east room and we'll redistribute the money."

Ma Jinfeng's crying suddenly stopped.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Why should we take over?"

"I've lived with Aoyama for so many years!"

Su Qingshan was caught in the middle, his face turning bright red.

"Jin Feng, say less..."

"Shut up!"

Ma Jinfeng immediately retorted.

"You good-for-nothing, you can't even protect your own house!"

Su Qingshan shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

Su Guishan's chest heaved with anger.

He understood it too.

Ma Jinfeng wasn't afraid of suffering losses.

She wanted to occupy the house and also get a larger share of the money.

Liu Guifen clutched the hem of her clothes and whispered, "Jin Feng, there must be a fair division of the family property."

Ma Jinfeng immediately cried even louder.

"Mom, you're being unfair to me too!"

"I bore children for the Su family, and they still want to haggle over this little house?"

"If you're going to count, include all the work I've done since I married into this family!"

Su Qingyun remained silent.

Looking at the mess in the room, he felt more at ease.

Minute.

It must be divided.

If he doesn't distinguish between them, he'll be bitten by this woman at every turn when he builds a house and marries Lin Wanqiu.

When Ma Jinfeng's voice became hoarse from faking crying, her eyes were still secretly glancing at the money on the table.

Su Qingyun finally spoke.

"Dad, I have something to say."

Ma Jinfeng's crying stopped abruptly, and her ears immediately perked up.

She was afraid that Su Qingyun would fight for the house.

They were also afraid that Su Qingyun would try to steal their money.

Su Guishan looked at him.

"you say."

Su Qingyun spoke calmly.

"I don't want the house."

The people inside the room were stunned.

Ma Jinfeng's eyes lit up.

Su Qingshui frowned as well: "Third brother, think it through."

Su Qingyun nodded.

"I've thought it through."

"This house in the Su family will be left to my eldest brother and sister-in-law."

"I only need two hundred yuan."

"Building a house requires timber, adobe bricks, and tiles, and you also have to feed the laborers."

"Two hundred yuan is enough for me to get started."

Ma Jinfeng was secretly overjoyed, but she pretended to be happy.

"Two hundred isn't a small amount..."

Su Qingshui immediately snapped, "Shut up!"

Su Guishan frowned even more deeply.

"Third brother, we don't want the house, just take two hundred."

"That's a huge loss."

"When Lin, the educated youth, married into the family, they didn't even have a decent house. How could they be willing to accept that?"

Su Qingyun glanced out the window.

The area around the reed marshes is remote, and nobody likes to go there.

The more remote the better.

In the future, he can use that wasteland as cover when he wants to grow things, raise chickens, or set up nets.

He said, "I want to build a yard by the reed pond."

"It's off to the side, so it won't bother the villagers."

"The land is large, and we can reclaim some wasteland in the future to build chicken coops and dig vegetable cellars."

Su Guishan was taken aback.

Su Qingshui also dropped his carefree attitude.

"Are you really planning to settle down there?"

Su Qingyun nodded.

"A person can't live their whole life crammed into one pot."

"I'll move out and live on my own, and I'll pay my share of retirement benefits in full."

"When building the house, I just need my family to come and lend a hand."

Liu Guifen's eyes immediately reddened.

"You silly child..."

Su Guishan remained silent for a while, then picked up the stack of money and counted out two hundred.

His hands were shaking.

"become."

"Call the Party Secretary and the team leader over tomorrow to write the family division documents."

"The third brother takes two hundred and goes out to live alone."

"The eldest son lives in the old house; the second son will be a different story later."

Fearing a change of heart, Ma Jinfeng quickly nodded.

"Father is right, let's write the document, let's write it tomorrow!"

Su Qingshui gave her a cold glance.

"You better remember this: if you dare to slack off or try to cheat when building the house, I'll be the first to object."

Ma Jinfeng's face stiffened, and she didn't dare to retort.

Su Qingyun took the two hundred yuan, folded it neatly, and put it in her pocket.

This isn't a lot of money.

But from that moment on, he was no longer bound by that broken pot.

He has land, space, strength, and Lin Wanqiu.

Life is finally going according to his plan.

Su Guishan was still worried.

"Third brother, aren't you afraid of making Lin, the educated youth, suffer?"

"It's okay, I have hands and feet. As long as I'm willing to work, I'll definitely be able to make a good living."

"As long as I have a place to live, I won't care about anything else."

Su Qingyun understood Lin Wanqiu's personality.