Jiang Rong saw that Mr. Jiang had shifted the problem to Mrs. Zhou and hurriedly crawled to her, looking up, "Mother, if there's no silver, sell the land. Selling ten acres is enough."
"In the future, when we split the family, our second branch won't ask for anything, as long as we can save my son."
Mrs. Zhou suddenly shouted sternly, "We can't sell the land! What will the whole family eat and drink if the land is sold?"
"Erlang brought this on himself, blame no one else!"
"We can't let the whole family starve just for him!"
Locked in the cage, Jiang Erlang suddenly cursed angrily, "Zhou Damei, you venomous woman!"
"Back then, when my uncle was sick, you wouldn't spend silver to treat him."
"When Da Lang was ill, you still didn't spend any silver."
"When San Lang broke his leg, you only gave one hundred wen!"
"And now, I need silver to save my life, and you still won't spend any!"
"You venomous woman, may you die a miserable death, go die clutching your silver!"
