Yun Men took hold of Zhang Jiang, looking at them all, "If you move out of your eldest son's house and stop living with them, Zhang Jiang and I will give you 100 pounds of rice per year. Otherwise, it's a no go, just like it was when Niuniu fell ill. You soared for support, but how did you treat us then? Did you think of Zhang Jiang as your son at that time? No, you didn't."
"Xiaomen is right. As long as you move out, I will give you rice every year, even if I don't have any and have to borrow it for you. But if you stay with your eldest son and still expect us to provide for you, that's impossible." Zhang Jiang was very angry, he no longer held any hope towards his parents.
Zhang's father and mother hung their heads, avoiding their gaze. They were now subservient to their new daughter-in-law, and dared not depart from her wishes.
They brought this punishment on themselves.