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Chapter 1141 let her go

"No one can stop her and let her go."

Bai Tian pointed at his daughter-in-law and roared.

"His father!"

Baihua Niang frowned and shouted.

The daughter-in-law here is still pregnant with their eldest grandson! How can she be allowed to return to her parents' home? Bai Shu is also angry, angry that his father is partial and wants to expel his daughter-in-law.

He walked to Mrs. Mao and grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go together. Dad wants to give such a good job to his beloved daughter Bai Hua. I don't want to stay in this family anymore. I will be my father-in-law's son."

Hearing this, Bai Hua hurriedly blocked the door to stop her. Although her brother's words were too stupid, she still couldn't let him follow her sister-in-law back to her parents' home.

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Bai Tian walked up to her son on a walking stick and slapped him on the back, "You are not old enough like me! Why are you so confused? You really want your own son to be a son to the Mao family!"

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Bai Tian frowned and said, "Let him go! Let's see if his father-in-law wants him."

They went to the Mao family to visit their relatives. The Mao family was reluctant to fry a piece of meat. When Bai Shu ate an extra bowl of rice, the in-laws had to say something.

If they really return to their parents' home, will their parents-in-law give them a good face by allowing them to give birth and live there permanently?

"..." Bai Shu's face turned red with anger. Does his father feel so useless?

He came to my father-in-law's house as a son and they wouldn't accept him.

"That's it. Let Hua'er go."

Bai Tian said, "Mrs. Shen said that if people are honest and have good skills, they will come to our Chashan Village to recruit people. It's all for the sake of the village chief and his son-in-law Chen Qi. The reason for hiring one person per family is to make us happy."

Every household in the village can earn those two taels of silver, so naturally we cannot select out the bad ones without conscience.

If people find out later and feel that the people in our village are not honest, they will no longer want people from our Chashan Village."

Nao?

Bai Shu was so angry that he was shaking all over, "Dad, how much do you despise your son?

In your mind, I am a coward, right?"

"yes."

Bai Tian answered very simply, “Can you pick tea?

Do you know how to take care of tea trees?

Can you make tea?"

Bai Shu: "..." He doesn't even know how.

"Look! You know you don't know how to do it. If I still let you go, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to the entire Chashan Village?"

Bai Tian said and patted his face gently.

"But..." Bai Huaniang still had something to say, but Bai Tian interrupted her directly, "But what?

Don’t treat me like a fool. Do you believe it or not, if I take Baishu there in the afternoon, the village chief will point his finger at me and scold me without anyone else saying anything?”

What does this white tree look like?

The village chief also knows it! For the sake of other people in the village, the village chief will not tolerate people who are not chosen well by each family.

Hearing this, Baihua Niang and Baihua Grandma stopped talking.

"I want to go back to my parents' home."

Mrs. Mao stamped her feet, hugged her belly and walked out of the main room door.

"Daughter-in-law, you can't go back..." Bai Huaniang chased her out.

Bai Yang entered the city in an ox cart with other people in the village. After entering the city, he ran to the restaurant where his eldest brother ran.

His eldest brother worked as a waiter in Ning's Restaurant, earning five taels of silver a month. Since his eldest brother received five taels of silver every month, their family's life in the village was pretty good, and he also attended a private school in the village.

Near noon, the restaurant started to serve customers, and there were only three or four tables filled with people.

Bai Yang panted and ran up a few floors. When the shopkeeper saw a boy about eight or nine years old wearing commoners running in, looking left and right, he hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Where did you come from, you brat, get out of here."

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