"Mom, didn't we just give you two hundred pounds of grain when autumn harvest was divided? We agreed when the family split that my brother and I would each give two hundred pounds a year, and we've already fulfilled that for this year!" Daliang was puzzled why his mother was still demanding tribute grain.
"You unfilial son! How can two hundred pounds of grain be enough for us old folks for a year? You're the eldest son!" Grandma Bai, upon hearing Daliang say he had already given, immediately started scolding him, slapping the edge of the kang.
Seeing the relief grain had arrived, her mind started to calculate. The eldest family had nine members, a considerable amount of grain, and she intended to extract some for her beloved little grandson to have a few decent meals.
