Reborn in 1977, I will no longer be my brother's blood bag.

"I keep my own salary."

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

The wind outside the courtyard swept through the treetops, creating a depressing stillness.

Wang Xiulan's smile froze, as if she hadn't heard clearly.

"What did you say?"

Lin Xiuhe looked at her and said, "I said I'll keep my salary for myself, and I will in the future too."

As the last four words were spoken, Wang Xiulan's expression changed completely.

"In the future too? Lin Xiuhe! Are you crazy?!"

A sharp sound pierced the courtyard.

"You eat at home! You live at home! If you don't give your salary to your family, who do you give it to?"

coming!

As expected, it was the same old story. Lin Xiuhe remained calm, having anticipated this all along.

She knew in her heart that in her previous life they were after her job, but now that she had a job, they were focusing on her salary.

Wang Xiulan has always been like this; if she can't find a future, she'll hold onto the money in her hands.

"For myself," Lin Xiuhe replied calmly.

"You alone?" Wang Xiulan exclaimed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. "What do you need so much money for, you young lady? Besides, your family raised you, shouldn't you be filial?"

Lin Xiuhe suddenly laughed: "Filial piety? I worked at the supply and marketing cooperative for two months and paid more than forty yuan. Isn't that filial piety enough?"

One sentence left Wang Xiulan speechless.

But soon, she retorted, her neck stiff with arrogance, "That's only right! I'm your mother!"

"Mother?" Lin Xiuhe looked at her. "Then let me ask you, where did the money I paid these past two months go?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Lin Jianguo stopped smoking, and Lin Weidong also looked up.

"Where's the money? Show me. Did you buy grain? Meat? Or did you use it to save for my dowry?"

One sentence after another.

Wang Xiulan's face flushed red and then turned pale. She stammered for a long time, unable to answer a single question.

Where did the money go? Of course she knew—part of it went to buy cigarettes for Lin Weidong, part to buy things for Liu Chunyan, and the rest was spent on odds and ends. In any case, not a single penny was spent on Lin Xiuhe.

"So what if I manage the money? Which woman in the family doesn't manage the money?" Wang Xiulan finally blurted out.

"So, did you manage it?" Lin Xiuhe retorted directly. "Were you managing the family's money, or Weidong's money?"

"you……"

Wang Xiulan choked and her face turned red.

Just then, Lin Jianguo, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.

That's enough.

The sound wasn't loud, but it quieted the courtyard down.

"Xiuhe, hand over your salary. Don't let people laugh at us."

Hearing this, Lin Xiuhe suddenly found it somewhat laughable.

It was the same in their past life—Wang Xiulan was responsible for causing trouble, and Lin Jianguo was responsible for suppressing it. One played the good cop, and the other played the bad cop. In the end, their goals were the same: to get money.

"No," she answered crisply.

Lin Jianguo's face darkened: "Say it again."

"No way. This is what I earned. It's only right that whoever earns it should spend it."

The courtyard fell silent again.

Lin Jianguo stared at her, his gaze gradually turning cold.

"Fine, very well. In that case, starting tomorrow, you won't eat any food, drink any water, or live in any house. I want to see just how capable you are."

The air froze the moment the words were spoken.

This is a complete breakdown in relations. Even Lin Weidong was stunned, clearly not expecting his father to be so blunt.

But Lin Xiuhe was not surprised at all.

Because in their past lives, they used this tactic too—no ​​money? Then they'll make sure you can't stay. They'll force you to bow your head, force you to admit your mistakes, force you to hand over your wages.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiuhe smiled instead.

"Okay." She nodded. "Then I won't eat or stay."

This time, it was Lin Jianguo's turn to be stunned: "What did you say?"

"I said, starting today, I'm moving out."

The wind suddenly stopped.

The entire courtyard was eerily quiet.

Wang Xiulan opened her mouth wide, and Lin Weidong suddenly looked up.

No one expected her to say that.

Moving out? An eighteen-year-old girl? Where to move to? How will she survive?

"Who are you trying to scare?" Wang Xiulan was the first to react. "If you're so capable, then leave now!"

"Let's go then."

Lin Xiuhe answered without the slightest hesitation.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she turned and went back into the house to start packing her things.

Outside, Wang Xiulan suddenly panicked.

Because she realized that this time, Lin Xiuhe didn't seem to be acting out of spite.

She was really ready to leave.