Reborn as a Superpower Girl in the 80s-Chapter 771 You and Your Spouse Are a Perfect Match

Old Master Zeng didn’t care how much money they had at home, nor did he care about the mess in the yard that had just been smashed; he was simply overcome with a headache every time he thought of his third son’s words, "I’ve had enough."

And to think that his biological son had exposed his shortcomings in front of the entire village, he felt that he had lost all face. Anyway, he had a key to the cashbox at home.

If he’d had enough, then he should just leave.

The grandsons from the second and fourth branches of the Zeng Family quickly stepped forward to persuade, "Grandfather, dividing the family is a serious matter, why not wait for grandma to return before discussing this?"

They weren’t fools – with their grandmother absent, if Grandfather gave more to the third branch, wouldn’t they be at a loss?

Old Master Zeng might be old, but he wasn’t senile. He knew exactly what his eldest grandson meant, but it was precisely because of his words that he was reminded – indeed, his third son had suffered grievances over the years.

No matter how terrible he was, he was still his own flesh and blood, unlike this eldest grandson, who wasn’t of their Zeng bloodline.

Old Master Zeng, driven mad with anger, did not heed the advice of his grandsons from the second and fourth branches, and instead took out one hundred yuan from the house: "Village head, party secretary, and old patriarch, all of you bear witness.

It is this unfilial son who has asked for a division of family assets. I’m not treating him unfairly – here’s one hundred yuan. I’ll also divide some grains according to the headcount later. The three rooms that they are living in will be regarded as their division of the third branch."

The grandsons from the second branch stepped forward, "Grandfather, our family doesn’t have that much money to begin with. How can you just give uncle three one hundred yuan like that?"

Old Master Zeng narrowed his eyes, "What, do you want to be in charge here?"

As soon as these words came out, the grandsons, no matter how displeased, didn’t dare to speak up again.

Onlookers outside the courtyard whispered among themselves: "That’s right, the last people who should be speaking up are those from the second branch. They’re not even real Zengs – this house was built with the money from Luo Daoming’s own father."

Shortly after, under the witnessing of the party secretary, village head, and the patriarch, Zeng Baoliang, along with his children, moved the grains and household items that were divided to them back to their place.

Luo Daoren just watched the commotion unfold. When he felt it was enough, he finally said, "Now that you’ve settled your own affairs, it’s time to settle the accounts between the Luo Family and the Zeng Family."

All members of the Zeng Family turned to look at Luo Daoren. The Eldest Grandson of the Zeng Family said angrily, "There can’t be any accounts between the Luo and the Zeng Family. Get lost quickly, or else I’ll call the police."

Luo Siyuan spoke coldly, "Sure, call the police now. Whoever doesn’t call is a son of a bitch."

The crowd around the Zeng Family’s courtyard grew larger. Old Master Zeng glared at Luo Daoren, "How do you want to settle this?"

The grandsons of the Zeng Family chorused, "Grandfather."

Luo Daoren glanced at the Zeng Family’s courtyard, "This courtyard must have cost a considerable amount of money to build, right?"

Old Master Zeng’s complexion turned even uglier, "What are you saying?"

Luo Daoren continued, "My second uncle disappeared three months after our side of the family divided. I’m very clear about what was divided in our household, and I very well know how much money my aunt had on her when she remarried.

Moreover, we had investigated you before she married you. You couldn’t even afford a decent wedding feast, and not long after the marriage, you took mother and child back to your hometown without objection, isn’t that right?"

The onlooking villagers saw Old Master Zeng’s silence as an admission.

Luo Daoren added, "When my younger cousin left with his mother, he was already nine years old. His mother passed away when he was fifteen, and two years later, you remarried. By then, he was already seventeen.

To put it bluntly, your step-wife never raised my cousin for a single day, yet she inherited a ready-made son. But ever since she entered your house, she didn’t even allow my cousin to continue his studies. He was either toiling in the fields or working odd jobs in the city, and all his wages were taken by you.

When he turned twenty-five, your step-wife’s own son already had children, yet you never thought to arrange a marriage for my cousin. You must have considered him as a permanent servant.

Living off the Luo Family’s money, letting the Luo Family’s fine son support your entire household – you’re even more ruthless than the old landlords, a perfect match indeed."

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