"Alright."
Zhang Dazhuang was satisfied with his sons' replies. "Then all that's left is the matter of dividing the family's house, land, and money. Here's what I'm thinking about the house. The one we're in now is old and not big enough. Once the next generation gets bigger, it'll be even more crowded and we won't all fit. So, I think it's best if this house is just left for your mother and me. The two of you can go to the village for new plots of land and each build your own new houses. Of course, while you're building, we'll all still live together. But since the family is being split, we'll eat separately. Your mother and I will use the current kitchen. It shouldn't be too hard for each of your families to set up a simple, temporary one…"
"Dad, if we all go off and build our own houses, what happens to this house later? Who are you leaving it to?"
