"Only three acres?!" Mrs. Chen's voice changed tone, "Father, this is too much!"
Mr. Jiang frowned, "I told you, I have my reasons, and I will explain them in a moment. Why are you shouting?"
Mrs. Chen held back her anger and remained silent.
Even Erlang, who was ten years old, could understand these words.
However, he knew it was useless to say anything; he was just a child, and no one would listen to him.
Zhao Lizheng and the two uncles from the Jiang Family exchanged glances, realizing the division of the family estate was indeed unfair to the main house. Nonetheless, they were only there to witness, not to ensure fairness.
Mr. Jiang took a puff of his pipe and then said, "I have my reasons for dividing it this way."
"This matter, I originally planned to take it to my grave with me, without telling anyone. But today, I have no choice, otherwise, you will say I am bullying the widow and orphans of the main house."
