"Mom, do you want our whole family to starve to death?
Fine, I'm not filial, Yang Minggang. You do whatever you want, but I won't care for you anymore. You're too disappointing. Everyone's living for themselves. Isn't it normal to help others after finishing our own work first?
If you want to make a fuss, go ahead. From now on, just pretend you don't have a son like me."
Old Mrs. Yang was really startled. "Eldest, I didn't mean it like that. I just thought we should harvest the wheat.
Your wheat is already home, but you can't just watch your brothers' wheat get soaked, right?"
"Hmph, when I was harvesting wheat, they were lying at home and didn't come to help. You could watch and do nothing back then, but now that they're anxious, you come to push me. I must not be your biological son."
Yang Minggang turned the donkey cart around and paid no attention to the old lady sitting on the ground.
