"Of course it's unfair!" Tong Er'lang burst out, "That treasure, you hid it from us, alright, you hid it, but you lost the treasure! It affected the whole family!"
Tong Tiehu looked at him, calmly opening his mouth to ask, "I ask you, the good times you've had in the past nineteen years, who provided them for you? Was it because you were born, that our family immediately had fields and shops?"
Tong Er'lang's face turned red for a moment, he was no god, how could he have been born with such a miracle.
Seeing that he couldn't speak, Tong Tiehu looked at the Qian matron, "Wife, I ask you, the several decades of good times you've had since you married into this family, who provided them for you?"
Mrs. Qian stammered, unable to answer.
When Tong Tiehu married her, Daqi had just been established not long ago, and most families in this area were poor.