Reborn as an 80s-aged woman, her unfilial son begs for forgiveness on his knees.

But the eldest brother is right too.

When he gets old, he'll have to rely on them for his old age.

Now that they've fallen out, who will take care of him in his old age?

Li Jianguo gritted his teeth, swallowed the curse that was about to come out, and said in a muffled voice, "Alright, let's leave it at that for now."

However, you'll have to pay for the groceries. My monthly salary is limited; I can't afford to support a family of three.

Li Wenhai's smile froze for a moment, then he forced another smile: "Dad, what are you saying? How could we let you pay for it?"

"That way, we'll take turns buying groceries, one day for you and one day for us. That's fair."

Li Jianguo snorted and remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

What else can we do?

The people have already moved in, so we can't just kick them out like Zhang Wenying did, can we?

He didn't want to be talked about behind his back.

It's all that old shrew Zhang Wenying's fault. She tore our perfectly good home apart, leaving this old man to clean up the mess for his son.

Zhang Wenying didn't have time to deal with that family's trivial matters.

When they arrived at her elder brother's house, the gate was ajar. Zhang Wenying used the wheel of her cart to pry the gate open and saw her nephew's wife sitting in the yard, wailing and howling.

"Zhang Haihe, you heartless bastard!"

I've been taking care of your whole family all day long, and I've become a haggard old woman because of bearing your children.

"And you, for a little bit of rice and money, you actually hit me! I don't want to live anymore, waaaaah..."

Ma Lanxiang was crying with snot and tears streaming down her face. When she saw Zhang Wenying come in, she paused for a moment, then wailed even louder, as if afraid that Zhang Wenying wouldn't hear her.

"Zhang Haihe, I'm not living with you anymore!"

Your family was dirt poor; you couldn't even afford a decent dowry back then, and now you've learned to beat your wife!

I want to go back to my parents' house and let them judge this matter!

Zhang Haihe, the eldest nephew, squatted on the threshold, a cigarette between his fingers, his face ashen, and he remained silent.

Upon hearing Ma Lanxiang say she wanted to go back to her parents' home, he suddenly stood up, pointed at Ma Lanxiang's nose, and cursed, "Go back! Go back! If you're so capable, then never come back!"

"Can't I, Zhang Haihe, live without you?"

That woman is such a troublemaker!

Whenever there was something good at home, she would take it to her parents' home.

His father gave him thirty yuan a while ago, and he suddenly felt like a rich man.

He's almost thirty this year, and this is the first time he's had so much money in his hands. He's planning to buy each of his three children a new set of clothes and some meat to improve the family's meals.

Before the money could even be warmed up, Ma Lanxiang pulled it out and stuffed it all into her younger brother's hands, saying that he was too weak and needed to be properly nourished.

But she never looked at herself; her three children were as thin as monkeys, pale and emaciated, and didn't even have a decent set of clothes.

Zhang Haihe grew angrier the more he thought about it, feeling as if a stone was stuck in his chest.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and stomped on it: "Your brother is a precious treasure, while my three children are just trash."

Honestly, how much stuff have you taken from your parents' home over the years?

I, Zhang Haihe, may be poor, but I'm not stupid! Your brother's health has deteriorated over the past ten years; he's only gained weight. And your mother's family's few tiled houses have only gotten brighter and brighter!

Upon hearing this, Ma Lanxiang suddenly jumped up from the ground, pointed at Zhang Haihe's nose, and shouted in a shrill voice, "How dare you mention my brother?"

"If my mother hadn't taken a liking to you, you good-for-nothing, would I, Ma Lanxiang, have married you?"

I really don't know what her mother saw in this poor wretch!

He had no money, no skills, and didn't even own a decent house. When he went to people's homes to find a wife, the clothes he wore and the cloth shoes he wore were borrowed from the villagers.

Zhang Haihe was so angry at her rebuke that he trembled all over, but then he saw Zhang Wenying standing in the courtyard.

Zhang Haihe's face immediately turned extremely awkward. He scratched the back of his head helplessly and coughed twice: "Auntie, what brings you here?"

"This trivial family matter is something you've come across as ridiculous."

Ma Lanxiang glanced at Zhang Wenying, pursed her lips, and said sarcastically, "Oh, Auntie's here."

What are you doing here?

Is your son getting married and buying a house again?

I said, Auntie, my father-in-law is honest, but you can't keep taking advantage of him all the time, can you?

"Our family is barely making ends meet, and you, on the other hand, come here every other day to beg for food!"

This old woman has taken a lot of money from her family over the years. Her son's wedding, house building, and job purchase were all paid for by her father-in-law.

How dare they come here to beg for money?

Did they really think Ma Lanxiang was easy to bully?

"Auntie, you be the judge."

If you can take so much money from the Zhang family without any qualms, what's wrong with me, Ma Lanxiang, giving my brother some money?

My younger brother is the only son of the Ma family. If anything happens to him, our Ma family line will end!

As Ma Lanxiang spoke, she felt more and more justified, and her voice rose a few decibels.

"If an aunt who's married out of the family can come back and swindle money, then it's only natural for me, as a daughter-in-law, to give my own brother some money!"

"Shut up!"

If you keep arguing like this, I'll teach you a lesson today!

Zhang Haihe was so angry that his veins bulged, and his fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, as if he wanted to slap him across the face.

Zhang Wenying showed no anger whatsoever, only looking at Ma Lanxiang with a cool expression.

This woman is as feisty as ever.

In her previous life, this shrew would make sarcastic remarks and berate her whenever she saw her, wishing she could kick her out of the Zhang family.

Even worse, on one occasion, she chased her from her home all the way to the edge of the village, attracting the attention of the entire village and causing her to lose face.

Later, when she fell seriously ill, she almost crawled to the Zhang family's door, begging them to lend her some money to save her life. However, Ma Lanxiang didn't even let her in, throwing out a "no money" through the door and sending her away.

In their previous life, the eldest brother and sister-in-law lived with the third brother.

According to the old folks' custom, the old house belongs to whoever the parents live with.

However, after her elder brother and sister-in-law passed away, Ma Lanxiang brought her family to occupy the old house and drove out the Zhang brothers.

If this woman were filial, that would be fine, but deep down she was just like Pan Wenfang—snobbish, materialistic, and promiscuous. In the end, she angered her elder brother to death, and her sister-in-law also died of depression.

This nephew also became Wu Dalang.

Now she wanted to see what kind of trouble this woman could cause in this life.

Ma Lanxiang sat on the ground, slapping her thighs, looking like a theatrical performer, her face covered in tears and snot.

"In all honesty, I, Ma Lanxiang, have been married into the Zhang family for so many years, working tirelessly from dawn till dusk to serve the whole family. What's wrong with me giving my brother a little money?"

Are you trying to force me to my death?