After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

"The two elders still need to raise and support Dazhuang, I’ll need to weigh all aspects thoroughly."

The village chief had barely finished speaking when he added, "First and foremost, of course, we must inventory all the household possessions."

"Obviously, the Silver in the chest is no exception."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou’s expression suddenly changed as she blurted out, "No!"

Her refusal was categorical, well aware that once the inventory was made public, she would have to face a significant loss. Those Silver Taels, imbued with past joys and sorrows, might be gone from her forever.

However, before the village chief could speak again, Jiang Xunzhong strode forward and snatched the chest, his gaze resolute: "What’s the problem? Since you want to divide the family, yet you’re so stingy with the Silver, how does that make sense?"

In front of all those gathered, Jiang Xunzhong was determined to show the rational and responsible side of himself, not wishing any longer to be seen as weak and incompetent.

He smoothly pulled an axe out of the chest and tossed it aside, his voice definitive, "Then let’s do it now, let the village chief count everything fairly and decide how to divide it. Three sons, one died young, another became estranged due to a misunderstanding, and one lies ill in bed, uncertain of life or death. We, as an old couple, should have been enjoying our twilight years, but now even the livelihood of Dazhuang must be managed by us. Although this Silver is the pension left by my deceased husband and doesn’t necessarily have to be included in the division, out of consideration for the familial bonds, I can’t bear to see Xie Xinghua and her child suffer. Let the village chief judge the situation and make a decision."

Jiang Xunzhong’s words unfolded before everyone like a scene from an emotionally charged play, his helplessness and sacrifice resonating with every person present.