The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

"So three years from now, will she still have to die? Look at her, her legs aren’t even good, right? I see her descendants always carrying her around. Living like this, she’s only a burden to her offspring. It would be better for her to die sooner and leave the grain for her children and grandchildren. Only in this way can she secure more opportunities for her descendants to survive."

"You... Your Highness King Jin, how can you think like this? Filial piety is of utmost importance. You only see that she’s now useless, burdening her descendants, but can’t you see the hard work she put in when she was young to raise her descendants?"

Jie Huanzhi felt his worldview was being turned upside down, staring at King Jin in utter shock.

King Jin, however, seemed completely unconcerned, suddenly laughed, and said, "Advisor Jie, now I understand why both your sons have run away to join the army at a distance. You, you’re stubborn and inflexible, too emotional! If your sons were to answer these problems, they would surely think the same as I do."

The corners of Jie Huanzhi’s mouth twitched violently.

At that moment, King Jin stood up and looked toward the large tent in the distance.

The people inside that tent were those isolated because of tuberculosis, and they, too, were consuming food.

Moreover, these people couldn’t be cured, and their number was growing.