"You old hag, this is just a warning. If you dare speak out of turn again, or stop me from doing anything, then get out and go back to your own family, don't stay here at our Old Mu Family."
"Our Old Mu Family doesn't need disobedient people!"
After saying this, Mr. Mu turned his back and walked out the door.
Leaving Old Mrs. Mu behind, both rolling on the ground and swearing.
For a while, the main room was completely uninhabitable.
Mr. Mu took the land deeds and left, heading straight to Fu Wu's home.
Fu Wu received Mr. Mu politely and casually mentioned a few people interested in buying his land.
"Uncle Mu, speaking frankly, it's hard to sell land at this time. First, it's not the post-harvest season."
"Secondly, for three acres of land, it's hard to find a buyer of that magnitude."
Most families only purchase one acre of land, and even then it's funded by scrimping and saving, squeezed out from generations of hard-earned money.
"What should we do?" Mr. Mu was anxious.
