"Yes, Mother, we should kick him out and make him live in a broken-down house!" Eldest Aunt Yang echoed.
"Even living in a broken-down house is too good for him. He eats more than a pig and does even less. What use is he at home? When he gets older, won't it be our kids who have to support him? It would be better if he just died now!"
Second Aunt Yang looked at Yang Wen with disgust and said.
"Mother, look at him. When he has silver, he doesn't know to offer it to you as a filial tribute. Instead, he comes here to give it to that wretched girl, Yang Lin. Can you ever rely on him in the future? It would be better to chase him out now and enjoy some peace and quiet."
Fifth Aunt Yang also spoke.
"Pah, him, deserving to live in a broken-down house? Let him freeze to death outside!" Old Madam Yang was even more ruthless, spitting directly at her own son.
