Zheng Changhe laughed. "See? That's what I mean. Nothing in this world is ever perfect. Look at me—I'm an only son. I don't have to worry about sibling squabbles, but it can get a bit lonely. On the other hand, those with lots of brothers have bustling, prosperous households, but their daily lives are full of friction. There's never a moment of peace."
Yang Family laughed. "More people means more problems. How could it ever be peaceful? Even your teeth and your tongue get into fights, never mind a whole family. You just watch, Fatty Liu will probably have Ershun move out on his own soon. Mei's mother said it herself: the more people, the more trouble. For every son that gets a wife, they'll send one out to live separately. While the old couple can still work, splitting them up early means they can still help the younger sons. Sticking together isn't always a good thing."
As they spoke, Juhua finished sewing a garment and beckoned for her father to come and try it on.
