"No."
"Mom, you decide. That's fine."
Wu Le and Du Qing answered at the same time.
Liao Zhaoji was so angry she felt like exploding, but with Ruan Jiandang's cold gaze on her, she couldn't say anything.
Ruan Jiandang, holding Liao Zhaoji's wrist, nodded, "Okay, let's listen to Mom."
"Alright, now there are two hundred and twenty-five pounds of pork left. Your eldest brother gets one hundred pounds, and each of you gets forty pounds. The remaining five pounds are mine. Any objections?"
The three brothers shook their heads again in unison.
Ruan Jianguo actually wanted to object. He didn't want to take advantage of his brothers, but the stern look from the Ruanlin Family matriarch made him back down, and ultimately, he said nothing.
The two hundred and twenty-five pounds of pork were divided just like that. As for whether to sell it or smoke it for their own consumption, that was for each to decide.