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Hearing what Yan Fugui and his wife said, Yan Fugui rolled his eyelids and responded: "If you don't agree to my conditions and give me ten yuan a month as pension, I won't agree to split up."

"It's up to you. If you want to split up the family property, you have to give me ten dollars a month. If you don't give me money, forget about it."

At this time, many people in the compound gathered at the door of Yan Fugui's house and expressed their opinions.

"Alas, Yan Jiecheng and his wife are so unlucky to have such a calculating father."

"Yes, the Third Master is very calculating."

"I think that although Third Uncle is over-calculating, what he just said makes sense. After the division of the family, Yan Jiecheng and his wife will pay ten yuan a month in alimony."

"I think so too. It is only natural for a son to respect his father."

Ye Ming stood next to Yi Zhonghai and heard the argument between Yan Fugui and Yan Jiecheng as well as the discussions of other people in the compound. A glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, Ye Ming understood why Yan Fugui quarreled with his son Yan Jiecheng.

It turned out that Yan Jiecheng and his wife could not stand Yan Fugui's calculations and wanted to separate the family. But Yan Fugui believed that if they wanted to separate the family, they had to pay ten yuan alimony every month.

Yan Jiecheng and his wife disagreed with Yan Fugui's request, so a conflict came up between the father and son.

After understanding the whole story, Ye Ming couldn't help but feel speechless towards Yan Fugui's family.

The father is always calculating his son's meager salary, while the son is unwilling to pay alimony to his biological father.

Really, if you are not from the same family, you won’t be able to enter the same house, Ye Ming complained silently in his heart.

Just as Ye Ming was complaining, the quarrel between Yan Fugui and Yan Jiecheng and his wife became more and more intense, and was about to escalate into a bigger dispute.

Seeing this scene, Yi Zhonghai stood beside Ye Ming, and then walked towards Yan Fugui and others.

After stopping, Yi Zhonghai first said to Yan Jiecheng and his wife: "Yan Jiecheng, you two should stop talking. Even if Yan Fugui is wrong, he is still your father."

"How can a son and his daughter-in-law speak so loudly to their father?"

After hearing what Yi Zhonghai said, Yan Jiecheng and his wife immediately shut up.

After all, Yi Zhonghai is the boss of the compound, and his words carry some weight. Although Yi Zhonghai cannot control stubborn elements like Qin Huairu and Xu Damao, he is more than capable of controlling Yan Jiecheng and his wife.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng and his wife quiet down, Yi Zhonghai nodded, then turned to Yan Fugui and continued:

"Old Yan, you are so old, why do you always bother with the younger generation?"

"The Yan Jiecheng couple just want to separate from you and live their own lives."

"Why don't you just agree to them? Why do you always care about these little things?"

"You are a teacher, you get a monthly salary, and you will get a pension when you retire. You and your wife should have no problem living together. Why do you want alimony from Yan Jiecheng and his wife?"

"Besides, your request is too much. Ten dollars a month is one hundred and twenty dollars a year. This money is enough to provide food for two adults for a year."

"Mr. and Mrs. Yan Fugui just got married not long ago. They need to spend money everywhere. Their life is already very tight. How can you ask them for so much?"

Yan Fugui couldn't help but respond when he heard what Yi Zhonghai said.

"Old Yi, I'm not happy when you say that."

"I do have a salary, that's true, but in the future my wife and I will be old and frail, and if we get sick or suffer a disaster, what should we do if Yan Jiecheng and his people ignore us?"

"I am preparing for a rainy day by asking them to hand over their retirement money to us in advance. I feel at ease knowing that the money is in my own hands."

"My position is this. If you want to separate, you can, but you must give me ten dollars a month in alimony. Otherwise, we will continue to live the same way as before."

Yi Zhonghai hesitated to speak after hearing this, but He Yuzhu spoke first.

"Uncle, it is not right for the younger generation to comment on the elders."

"But what you did today was really inappropriate. I couldn't help it."

He Yuzhu paused, pointed at Yan Jiecheng and his wife, and continued.

"Why did Mr. and Mrs. Yan Jiecheng want to separate from you? It's because of your careful calculations."

"All the money Yan Jiecheng and his wife earned during their marriage has been taken away by you in various names. I think they may not even be able to take out a few dozen yuan now."

"If it were me, I would also separate from you."

He Yuzhu defended Yan Jiecheng and his wife, not out of favoritism, but because Yan Fugui really went too far this time.

How could a father plot against his own son like this?

Yan Fugui's face suddenly changed after hearing He Yuzhu's words, and he felt embarrassed as if he had eaten dog shit.

He Yuzhu, a straightforward person, didn't care about Yan Fugui's expression and continued speaking.

"As for the division of the family property, you said it's okay, but Yan Jiecheng has to give you ten yuan alimony every month."

"According to common sense, a son should give alimony to his father, but you are asking for too much. Yan Jiecheng only earns 20 yuan a month, and you want half of it right away. How are they going to live?"

"Do you want your son and daughter-in-law to starve?"

He Yuzhu's words were like a Gatling gun, fiercely attacking Yan Fugui. Yan Fugui, who usually cared about his reputation, was almost suffocated by this bombardment.

In the crowd, Xu Damao saw this scene and couldn't help but complain.

"Silly Zhu, how can a junior like you speak to the Third Master like this?"

"That's really impolite."

Xu Damao and He Yuzhu have always been at odds with each other. Now seeing He Yuzhu showing off his prowess and criticizing Yan Fugui to pieces, Xu Damao naturally couldn't stand He Yuzhu stealing the show.

Almost unconsciously, Xu Damao couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks to He Yuzhu.

When He Yuzhu heard Xu Damao's words, he ignored him and looked straight at him and said:

"I, He Yuzhu, am indeed not as polite as you, Xu Damao."

"But even if I'm being rude, my son is going to be born in a few months."

"I want to ask, Xu Damao, do you have a son?"

Less than two months after Lou Xiao'e and He Yuzhu got married, she became pregnant. Counting the days, Lou Xiao'e will give birth in more than four months. Everyone in the compound knew about this, including Xu Damao.

When Xu Damao heard He Yuzhu's words and saw He Yuzhu's playful expression, his face immediately darkened and his chest was filled with anger.

At this moment, he really wanted to rush forward and teach He Yuzhu a lesson, and tell him that he would also have a son soon.

Unfortunately, the reality is that Xu Damao and Qin Huairu have been married for more than half a year, but Qin Huairu's belly has not shown any movement.

No matter how much he was reluctant to admit it, the cruel truth was before him and he could only hold his nose and admit that he had no son.

He wanted to refute He Yuzhu, but he couldn't. This frustrating feeling made Xu Damao so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

He Yuzhu didn't care about Xu Damao's feelings and continued to provoke him:

"Da Mao, what's the point of saying you are more polite than me? You don't even have someone to continue your family line."