Yan Sirui didn't know if her mother was so relaxed and free as she said, but it was an indisputable fact that she heard Wang Daya's snoring soon.

Since her mother doesn't want to go to bed anymore, what else is she thinking? She has to go to work tomorrow, so she goes to bed too.

Wang Daya slept early, and Yan Siwu's family was in trouble. The ancestral home had not been cleaned up for decades. The weeds in the yard were half a person tall, and the dust inside choked their throats when they breathed.

Zhang Cuihong coughed twice and complained, "Mom is really good. Why is it that if we stay for one more night? We have to clean up so late. How can we get started tomorrow?"

Yan Siwu was also irritated, "Okay, hurry up and clean up, otherwise I will really not be able to go to work tomorrow."

Zhang Cuihong instructed the three girls to quickly clean the stove and room first, and the main hall could be cleaned up tomorrow, but Yan Siwu's family encountered a problem. Their family had no beds and they were just concerned about moving out. They didn't expect this problem at all, but it was impossible to move back now. The letter of the division was clearly written, but there was no such item. Zhang Cuihong asked: "Siwu, are we going to sleep on the floor?"

"First cut some straw mats outside, and I will get two beds after the autumn harvest. It's hot now, so there's nothing to sleep with grass." Yan Siwu thought about it and said that he had some woodworking skills in his hand, so it's fine to sleep at home.

Zhang Cuihong nodded aggrievedly. Seeing that Yan Siwu's face was indeed very tired, she quickly urged the three daughters behind her: "You move quickly, you have been busy for a day and can't rest yet. Are you going to exhaust your father to death?"

Chunhua was cleaning up the stove and not outside. Chunxiang and Chunxiu followed Zhang Cuihong. At this time, Zhang Cuihong was yelling like this, and she felt very aggrieved.

Zhang Cuihong had been most annoying to the fact that several daughters in her family had developed such a temperament by Wang Daya, and she was not like her at all. She was even more annoyed when she showed this aggrieved expression.

Some people used to be in charge of her, but now she can be the master of her family, so she naturally has to correct her annoying personality of her daughter.

"Who are you showing this expression to show me? Why are you standing here? I can't help you."

Zhang Cuihong rolled up her sleeves and walked forward two steps to teach the two daughters in front of her. Chunhua heard Zhang Cuihong's voice and quickly walked out of the kitchen and asked, "What's wrong? Hurry up, do you want to sleep anymore."

Chunhua, regardless of Zhang Cuihong, took her two sisters to the yard, and saw Yan Hua squatting alone in the yard and looking at the direction of Wang Daya's house.

Chunhua is the oldest child in the family, but she is only 13 years old. But she can understand that this family has been divided and it is still very irresistible. It would be nice to have a good look when they meet each other in the future. It would be absolutely impossible to go back.

She stepped forward and touched Yan Hua's head and said, "Okay, hurry up and get up, otherwise you will be out of energy when you go to work tomorrow."

"Sister, why do we have to separate? Wasn't it good before? Why did my father beat my mother and then divide it out?" Chunxiang Chunxiu asked Chunhua crying.

Seeing Chunhua, Chunxiang continued to ask: "I heard from my mother that it was my mother who has planned for a long time. Is it true?"

As soon as Chunxiang finished speaking, Zhang Cuihong walked over from the house and slapped Chunxiang in the face, "You little bitch, I give you food and clothing, but I dare to arrange my mother behind her back, you shameless, I will beat you to death."

When did several children in the family see such a scene since childhood? Chunxiang was stunned by the slap. After Chunhua and Chunxiu reacted, Chunxiang had already been slapped several times.

They hurried forward to stop Zhang Cuihong, "Mom, stop beating, what are you going to do?"

"Why can't I beat you? This little bastard was born by me. Why can't I beat my own daughter?"

Zhang Cuihong used her hands and mouths at the same time, scolding and beating.

Yan Siwu heard it clearly in the room, but this was the first time he encountered this. He didn't know how to solve it for a while and was extremely irritated. Until the lights were on next door, Yan Siwu was worried that the incident would be bad if it would be spread tomorrow, so he walked out, but he only shouted: "Okay, let's not let people sleep."

Zhang Cuihong stopped then. Yan Siwu stood at the door and glanced at her daughter who was still lying on the ground and crying after being beaten. Without a word of comfort or care, she just said coldly, "Put the grass into the house quickly, and you will have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhang Cuihong stood up, glared at Chunxiang and then returned to the house with Yan Siwu. Yan Siwu frowned and said, "Why are you beating your daughter?"

Zhang Cuihong has been frustrated for so many years, and finally got to the point of being able to jump around. She just needs to show off her power and show off her power.

But she accidentally played with her might and beat her a little hard, but Zhang Cuihong still felt that she was right.

She was beaten a lot when she was young. Why did she marry into the Yan family and she couldn't beat her children anymore? She even made the children so soft and glutinous, and she was so angry.

If you seize the opportunity, you will just beat your child.

The Yan family is all scholars. No matter what the book is like, they have also studied. Beating a child has never been done since the previous generation, and even more so in their generation, so seeing Zhang Cuihong beat the child Yan Siwu couldn't react for a moment.

But Zhang Cuihong still smiled and said, "I was beaten to the point of being beaten at home. Who doesn't beat the child? That is, your mother, I want me to tell you, the more the child beats, the more filial the child is, you see, I'm better than before."

Yan Siwu didn't speak because he couldn't teach children, so he didn't know if what Zhang Cuihong said was right.

But Zhang Cuihong thought Yan Siwu had agreed, and she was even more happy, feeling that the decision to split the family was extremely correct.

Yan Siwu and Zhang Cuihong entered the house, and the four children outside were still pulling weeds outside. Chunxiang no longer dared to cry, just as Chunhua said just now, what if their mother came out to accompany them when she heard the crying sound.

There was no way, so I had to hold back the sound and cry silently while pulling the weeds.

The three sisters were in a bad mood, and Yan Hua volunteered to walk away from Yan Siwu's house with grass, ignoring the two adults spread the grass on the ground.

When Zhang Cuihong saw it, she was so angry that she said, "Are your three sisters dead? I want you the youngest one to lay the grass, so I won't let them die."

Zhang Cuihong acted as if she was going out to beat people again. Yan Hua put down the weeds in his hand and explained: "Sister is going to pull the weeds, so you can do it quickly."

After Yan Hua said that, he turned around and left. His tone was so cold that it did not attract Zhang Cuihong's attention, which aroused Yan Siwu's dissatisfaction, "How do you guys say?"

Yan Hua stopped and looked at Yan Siwu, without saying anything, "Clean up and rest."

Yan Hua's cold eyes were like looking at a stranger. Yan Siwu didn't understand what he meant for a moment, but it didn't give him a good feeling, so he said to Zhang Cuihong: "Make the bed."
Chapter completed!