However, the Bao family was able-bodied and furthermore, the two families had already split up - so why should she continue to support them, a mother and a son?
Of course, under the current circumstances, this last thought, Ma Zhicai could only keep to himself.
"Regarding your second uncle..." Seeing her confusion, Ma Zhicai immediately threw in a heavy bombshell.
"Why are you bringing up the dead?" Bao Family didn't flinch, showing her deep resentment for Ma Erlang.
"Second Uncle asked me to bring you some silver." Ma Zhicai whispered.
Hearing about the silver, Bao Family sprung into action, "Ergouzi, go watch the small path at the entrance. Don't let anyone near our house."
Gouzi, who was in the kitchen, felt quite puzzled. At twelve years old, he was old enough to understand some things. He couldn't comprehend why his mother, who usually despised his uncle's family, was now whispering underhandedly with his cousin.