Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Wang Guifen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Wearing that brand-new floral blue cotton-padded jacket, Lin Wanrou looked somewhat like a city dweller, despite being a timid and unlucky person.

Then look at that little beast Meng Yaya, she's also wearing a thick new outfit and holding a white steamed bun in her hand!

White steamed buns! A new cotton-padded jacket!

How much would that cost?

Greed grew wildly in Wang Guifen's heart like weeds, instantly overshadowing her fear of the "super-powerful freak".

Those two jinxes must still have money in their hands. Do they even deserve it? Once they've entered this door, all the money should belong to me, Wang Guifen.

Her face immediately fell, like a wrinkled black rag.

"Well, Lin Wanrou, you traitor!"

Wang Guifen strode into the east room, pointed at Lin Wanrou's nose, and began spitting at her.

"I knew our house had been burgled! Turns out you stole your husband's money to squander! Can't you live like this anymore?"

Lin Wanrou instinctively shielded Meng Yaya behind her. Although her legs were still trembling, her voice became much firmer: "Mother, don't make false accusations! This money was earned by Yaya from digging up medicinal herbs, and it was also sold with the help of Doctor Sun. It has nothing to do with any scoundrel!"

Sun Shouzhen was sitting on a small stool drinking chicken soup when he heard this. He snorted coldly and slammed his bowl heavily on the table: "Sister-in-law Wang, watch your mouth. Whether this money came from legitimate sources or not, I've filed a report with the county public security bureau. Why don't you go and check?"

Wang Guifen flinched when the police station was mentioned.

But looking at the shimmering blue fabric, her greed took over again.

"I don't care!"

Wang Guifen plopped down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her cloudy, triangular eyes filled with calculation.

"Since it was Old Meng's daughter-in-law who dug it up, it's Old Meng's money! I'm your mother-in-law, your elder!"

"How can a mother-in-law wear patched clothes while her daughter-in-law wears new clothes? This is unfilial! This is utterly rebellious!"

As she wailed, her hands, as thin as withered tree bark, began to rip at Lin Wanrou's body: "Take it off! Take it off for me! This fabric is precious; it's perfect for Jianjun's wedding attire. And this money, hand it all over! I'm keeping it safe for Changhe!"

"No!" Lin Wanrou clutched her collar tightly, shrinking into the corner. "This is for Ya Ya to keep warm, Mother, you can't take it!"

"I'm robbing? I'm taking back what's mine!" Wang Guifen snapped, her shrewish temper flaring up when she saw Lin Wanrou dare to dodge.

She reached out to pinch Lin Wanrou, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Meng Yaya sitting on the kang table, her dark eyes staring straight at her, and she was playing with a pair of scissors in her hand.

Wang Guifen felt a chill run down her spine, and her outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

This little brat is really weird.

If hard tactics don't work, try softer ones.

Wang Guifen's eyes darted around, then she suddenly collapsed to the ground, slapping her thighs and starting to chant and shout, "Oh my God! I don't want to live anymore!"

"My daughter-in-law has money and doesn't care about her mother anymore! She watches her mother-in-law suffer from cold and hunger while she dresses in gold and silver and eats like a king. She's trying to drive this old woman to her death!"

That shout was so powerful that the crowd outside who hadn't dispersed could definitely hear it.

Lin Wanrou, easily embarrassed, was at a loss for words after this unreasonable argument: "Mother, you...you shouldn't be like this..."

"Give me the money and clothes, and I'll stop crying!"

Wang Guifen peeked at Lin Wanrou through her fingers. Seeing her waver, she immediately scrambled to her feet and nimbly rushed towards the cabinet in the corner.

"The money must be hidden here! And there's still the remaining flour!"

She flung open the cabinet lid and saw that there was still more than half a bag of high-gluten flour inside, which she hadn't finished eating. Her eyes lit up with envy.

"Mine! All of them are mine!" Wang Guifen hugged the flour sack tightly, as if she were holding her own grandson.

Lin Wanrou panicked and rushed forward to snatch back the flour sack: "Mother! That's for Ya Ya to grow up!"

"Get out of my way!" Wang Guifen, relying on her strong physique, shoved her elbow backward, hitting Lin Wanrou directly in the abdomen.

Lin Wanrou groaned and squatted down in pain, clutching her stomach.

"Mom!" Meng Yaya slammed the scissors in her hand into the kang table, the blade sinking deep into the wood.

Wang Guifen trembled with fear, but the sack of flour in her arms gave her courage. Clutching the flour, she retreated to the doorway, a smug look on her face: "You little beast, don't glare at me. I'm your grandmother, it's only right for me to take what's mine! Today, these clothes, this flour, and all the money you've hidden away, all go to the communal fund! Otherwise, I'll report you for elder abuse!"

As she spoke, she shouted towards the door, "Jingui! Jianjun! Where have you been? Hurry up and come in and move your things! Empty this east room completely! Don't leave them even a mouse hole!"

Immediately, hurried footsteps echoed in the courtyard.

Meng Jingui and Meng Jianjun couldn't wait any longer. Like two flies that smelled fish, they pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Move! Move everything out!" Meng Jingui looked at the room full of good stuff, his mouth watering.

The east room instantly descended into chaos.

Sun Shouzhen was so angry that his beard trembled. He grabbed his cane to stop him, but was pushed off balance by the strong Meng Jianjun.

Lin Wanrou tried to protect the cabinet, but Wang Guifen grabbed her hair and dragged her to the side.

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! Today I'll show you who's in charge of the Meng family!" Wang Guifen said with a ferocious expression, spitting as she spoke.

Amidst this chaotic scene, Meng Yaya made a move.

She neither went to save Lin Wanrou nor tried to snatch the flour sack.

She jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), put on her brand-new tiger-head cotton shoes, and expressionlessly walked past the adults who were wrestling, step by step, out of the east room.

The courtyard was quiet.

The main gate to the north side of the house was wide open. That was the house of Wang Guifen and Old Man Meng, and also the most heavily guarded place in the Meng family compound.

Normally, it was a forbidden area with three locks, and even Lin Wanrou was not allowed to get close.

Wang Guifen must have been out of her mind to grab things today; she didn't even bother to close the door.

Meng Yaya took her short steps and stepped into the threshold of the main room.

The room was dimly lit, and a musty, stale smell filled the air. Beneath the altar against the wall stood a large black pottery jar, about half a person's height.

The jar was covered with a thick wooden board, and a large stone was placed on top of it. This was the Meng family's pickled vegetable jar, and also Wang Guifen's lifeline.

These days, pickled vegetables are a lifeline. The whole family relies on these pickled vegetables in the jar to eat with their rice during the winter.

Without this jar of pickled vegetables, we'd have to eat coarse grain cakes dry all winter, a torture that could make your throat bleed.

Meng Yaya walked to the large vat, stretched out her tender little hand, and patted the rough vat wall.

The voice was muffled, filled to the brim.

"very good."

Meng Yaya turned around and glanced at the mother and her two children who were still looting like bandits in the east room.

Since you're not human, then let's all just give up on living together.

"Feed".

Meng Yaya stood at the entrance of the main room, her voice not loud, but with a chilling coldness hidden beneath her soft, sweet tone.

The noise from the east room didn't stop.

Meng Yaya frowned, grabbed a doorstop from the side of the door, and slammed it hard against the wooden door frame of the main room with a loud "bang".

Wood chips flew everywhere, and a deafening roar shook the heavens.

The activity in the east room instantly froze. Wang Guifen, carrying a sack of flour, Meng Jingui, carrying a quilt, and Meng Jianjun, clutching a few White Rabbit milk candies, all three of them turned their heads to look towards the main house as if a pause button had been pressed.

There stood the three-year-old toddler in the old couple's house.

She placed one foot on the large rock that weighed down the jar, and her two small hands gripped the edge of the large pickled vegetable jar, which weighed over a hundred pounds.

The large vat, which should have taken several strong men to lift, was now wobbling and lifting off the ground in her hands!

"Wang Guifen." Meng Yaya tilted her head, a naive smile on her face, but that smile chilled Wang Guifen to the bone.

"If you dare to touch my mother again, I'll use this jar of pickled vegetables as fertilizer for the ground in this yard."