Su Qiao sneered. "Didn't we give you the house and the farmland?"
"More than three mu of land, with two harvests a year—that should yield six or seven thousand jin of rice, shouldn't it?
Even at the ordinary price of three yuan per jin, that should bring in at least twenty thousand yuan a year, right? Isn't that enough?"
"Don't give me any of that nonsense. I'll tell you the truth—I came here this time to ask you for money."
Second Aunt Su had no intention of reasoning with her at all. She sat down heavily on the sofa and crossed her legs.
"Your brother is getting married soon. The house, car, and bride price—all of them cost money. For ten whole years, you ate my food, wore my clothes, and used my things. I even paid for your schooling. Give me a million yuan, and we'll call it even."
Su Qiao truly hadn't expected someone to be so shameless.
"Heh, a million yuan? You've really got the nerve to ask for that."
"If we're really going to calculate everything, then let's calculate properly how much I ate at your house over those ten years, how much I used, and how much you spent on my schooling."
"If I remember correctly, in those ten years, I barely ate meat at your house. I only got a few slices of meat and two eggs during the New Year.
"As for school, from elementary through junior high, the total tuition added up to less than four thousand yuan. The clothes I wore were all the kind other families were about to throw away. In all those years, you never bought me a single new outfit."
"If we're really going to calculate it this way, then shouldn't you pay rent for living in