"Wife of the fourth son, how is it unfair for your eldest brother and me to want five acres of land? Changshun is grown up now, and he needs to get married. He can't have no land at all, can he? Shouldn't he at least have two acres? And my son Dabao, he's a male of the Gu Family, shouldn't he have a share when the land is divided?"
With a disdainful snort, Mrs. Zhang felt completely entitled, "Hmmph, I'm asking for five acres, and that's even less than I should be getting! I should be asking for seven or eight acres at least."
Seven or eight acres?
Ha—!
Mrs. Zhang really thinks highly of herself, doesn't she?
As Su Yunjin looked at Mrs. Zhang, she thought no one could have a thicker skin.
