Jiang Youzhi glanced at Mrs. Zhou and smiled at Mrs. Chen, "Mother, my body hasn’t fully recovered yet, I can’t eat meat, a bowl of plain rice is enough for me."
Mrs. Chen patted his hand and immediately turned to Mrs. Zhou with a stern face, "Mother, what do you mean by this?"
"It’s not Sanlang’s fault he didn’t take the exam this time."
"What, failing to pass the exam means he’s not even qualified to eat eggs?"
Before Mrs. Zhou could speak, Jiang Erlang’s younger brother, the fifteen-year-old Silang, shouted, "Aunt, normally all the eggs in this house go to San Ge, but I also do a lot of work for the family. I want to ask, am I not qualified to eat eggs either?"
The Wulang of the third household also whispered at this time, "I want to eat eggs too."
"Also, I want to study."
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Jiang Youzhi lowered his gaze, the family’s resources are limited, and now all the resources have been focused on him, it’s only natural for his brothers to have complaints.
He used to think that once he passed the exam, he would repay the family, but now it seems he thought too simply.
People don’t fear scarcity as much as they fear inequality.
Gu Yunjiao came over from the kitchen carrying a bowl of rice, just in time to hear the words from Silang and Wulang.
She hesitated for a moment at the doorway but still walked in, placing the bowl of rice and chopsticks in front of Jiang Youzhi.
In this household, besides Mrs. Chen, Jiang Youzhi had also looked out for her. She was the kind of person who reciprocates kindness with kindness.
After putting down the bowl, Gu Yunjiao left, afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would get into trouble.
Jiang Youzhi was hungry too, so he sat down to eat, unhurriedly.
Everyone else also sat down, eating in silence.
Gu Yunjiao returned to the kitchen, taking the rusty chopping knife to the whetstone to sharpen it.
She decided that from now on, wherever she went, she would carry this knife.
That beast Jiang Erlang wouldn’t just let this go.
The silence in the main house made the sound of sharpening in the kitchen rather piercing.
The restless Jiang Rong cursed, "Little bitch, sharpening a knife at midday, what for?"
A meal was completed under such a stifling atmosphere.
The men got up and returned to their rooms, while Mrs. Chen and the third daughter cleared the dishes.
Jiang Youzhi had just helped a little when Mrs. Chen quickly stopped him, "Your hand is meant to hold a brush, leave it, your sister and I will take care of it."
Jiang Youzhi knew he couldn’t argue with his mother, so he turned around and stepped outside.
As he stepped out, he saw Yang Shi and Jiang Erlang storming their way into the house.
Yang Shi shouted at the top of her lungs as she walked, "Gu Yunjiao, you little bitch, come out quickly and fix Erlang’s arm!"
Just before, she and Erlang had gone two miles to the town to see Doctor Xu, who shook his head, saying he wasn’t skilled with treating bone injuries.
He also told Yang Shi to find a doctor to reset the arm as soon as possible; if time was delayed, even if the arm got reset, it might not regain its strength later.
Yang Shi and Jiang Erlang then became anxious, thinking the county town was too far, and came home to find Gu Yunjiao.
Upon hearing Yang Shi cursing, Jiang Youzhi frowned, turning to ask Mrs. Chen, "What’s making Second Aunt go mad?"
Mrs. Chen lowered her voice and said, "Erlang’s arm is broken, Yun Jiao did it."
"That beast Erlang, he put his hands all over your eldest sister-in-law today, nearly strangled Yun Jiao."
Jiang Youzhi’s expression turned cold as he gave the approaching Jiang Erlang a chilling glance.
In the kitchen, after sweating from sharpening the knife, Gu Yunjiao stopped to rest but heard Yang Shi’s shouting.
She gripped the woodcutting knife tightly, came out of the kitchen, and said calmly, "I can treat the arm, Second Aunt, bring silver, I will treat it right away."