Chapter 882 882. Focusing on the heart
It’s useless to settle accounts with them. The Zhang Wang family must know about this money first. If nothing else, it’s serious to make the old man happy first.
However, Zhang Wangjia Leng didn’t react when he opened his mouth and asked for hundreds of thousands!
"How, how can it be so much?"
The old man murmured: "If only I could earn so much, if I could earn so much..."
As he spoke, tears fell down the ravines on his weathered face, and his whole face was filled with deep pain!
"Uncle..." Qiao Qiao was still holding a vine in her hand, looking at him at a loss.
The Zhang Wang family sat down on the ground, first wailing, and then wailing loudly: "So you can earn so much...Old woman...you are going to die so miserably..."< br>
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, hurriedly turned off the live broadcast room.
But the few young people on the slope didn't know what to say.
What to say?
If the three children had known that this land was worth so much, would they have been willing to pay the 50,000 yuan in medical expenses for their old mother?
It is said that kudzu root can be sold for more than 100,000 yuan. Their family exchanged 20,000 yuan for the treatment of their own mother. Can they share these 100,000 yuan every year?
But now, there is no need to say anything.
The old lady didn’t leave because she was short of the 50,000 yuan. She clearly didn’t have the money and left because she was angered by her unfilial son and daughter.
Now, everyone is standing there at a loss, and a treasure that was originally digging for joy came over for some reason.
Finally, Xanthium lucidum stood quietly in front of Zhang Wang's family and let out a short "woof" from her throat! Then, a wet and hot tongue licked his face.
Hey, is it salty? Another lick!
Zhang Wangjia hurriedly avoided his hot and slightly smelly tongue. At this moment, for some reason, the tears could not flow out.
He stood up slowly with Qiao Qiao's help. After thinking about it, he took out the few pupae he had broken out at the beginning, tore them open in twos and twos, and took out the light yellow ones inside. The kudzu worm handed it to the cocklebur:
"This little dog has more heart than humans."
There is something delicious! Never eaten it! tender!
The treasures all gathered together, and in a short time, they had eaten all the dozen or so insect pupae that Zhang Wang's family had broken out at the beginning.
Then the little old man regained his energy and picked up the sickle again:
“Isn’t it just money? I’ve been tired all my life, so it’s time for me to make a lot of money and enjoy it——Qiao Qiao, how many of you are there? There are a few dogs. If you don’t help me for free, I will pay you to buy meat for them!”
Zhang Yanping suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, Uncle Zhang, Tantan is paying you a salary, and you are paying it to us. What's the point of going back and forth?"
"We are not really helping, we are just playing along. Hands, you’ve got some kudzu root powder, please give me two kilograms for each person.”
No one refused this time, even the party secretary Xiao Zhu came over: "Oh, you have to be more careful and ask them to designate a package later. When it's ready, Qiao Qiao and I will The live broadcast room will bring you the goods!”
For a time, it was obviously repetitive and boring work day after day, but it made the Zhang Wang family feel deeply at ease.
However, Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, is not the party secretary of the old Song family. At this moment, she is also sincerely thinking about the Zhang Wang family:
"I think this kudzu root has quite a future. If you are willing, go back and find some land." , you can replant it yourself.”
At most, the price will be slightly lower, but it won’t be impossible to sell.
Unexpectedly, the Zhang Wang family shook their heads: "I'm old!"
"Now the old Song family doesn't dislike me. When I work, I either have a pushcart or a three-wheeler. There's no need for it. I put in a lot of effort, but I can still get paid every month, and I still have people to cook for me, so I live a stable life.”
"I grow my own kudzu. Even if someone like Xiao Sun gets paid to dig it for me, I'm old and sooner or later I won't have the energy to wash the kudzu." "Moreover, you can earn hundreds of thousands just by looking at this piece of land, but there are a lot of kudzu here. I haven’t dug it for several years. When I planted it, the yield was not like this.”
Poor farmers may not know how to invest, but they value every penny. The calculations are far more detailed than any actuary's.
Nowadays, despite the fact that Zhang Wang’s family only gets a monthly salary of 2,500, at his age and with his body, he is not afraid of being laughed at. When Song Tan hired him in the first half of the year, he was actually in poor health. It's collapsed!
Being able to get 2,500 and working without any effort on his own really gave him peace of mind.
Now that there are more people in the family, arranging to watch the cattle and sheep does not require any effort, just be more careful.
In this case, what else can he find fault with?
Now that Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said this, he is no longer as embarrassed as before. Anyway, he is generous and generous:
"Anyway, the government has a lot of control over us old people now. I can do something about it." When I was young, I did some work at Lao Song’s house. When I couldn’t move, the government could take care of my funeral... I’m satisfied!” He also nodded: "Don't worry!"
When Qiao Qiao heard this, she couldn't help but said: "What funeral? Is it what happened after death? Grandpa said during dinner that day that the family depends entirely on the villagers. In the future, if the elderly in the village have no descendants to organize funerals, he will pay for the dojo... ..."
He didn't know much about this matter, so he stretched out his hand at this moment: "Grandpa said, do it for a day!"
Then he took back his finger and turned to look at Party Secretary Xiao Zhu: "What? It’s called a dojo, and it lasts a day?”
Before his question was answered, Zhang Wang’s eyes were red again, and he nodded again and again:
“Okay! You old Song family have good intentions! I know...I am satisfied even if I close my eyes..."
Qiao Qiao was at a loss.
Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, shook his head and sighed. He waited until Zhang Wang's family came to the side and wiped his tears before saying: "Song Qiaoqiao, Song Qiaoqiao, you said that if you have a normal mind, who can match your sweet words!"
Huh?
Qiao Qiao shook her head in wonder: "I have no sweet words!"
"Yes!" Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, sighed: "You are just too good at picking the right time to attack people's hearts."
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The thinking of the old people in the village is different from that of today's young people. They do not shy away from life and death, but they are particularly concerned about funerals.
Whoever does not do "things" after the death of an old man - that is, rituals and dojos, will really bring disgrace to the whole family's face. Many old people want to ask how many days of dojo they want to do before leaving...
As Xiaozhu Party Secretary knows, the two old people who died of illness in the village last year had a day and a half of rituals performed at home. It's already pretty good here.
Nowadays, the Zhang Wang family claims to rely on the government for their future affairs, but the government does not do this!
Qiao Qiao picked the right moment to say this...
Be good!
From now on, the Zhang Wang family must not take the affairs of the Old Song family more seriously than their own family!
“Little smart guy!” Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, couldn’t help it anymore and rubbed Qiao Qiao’s head hard.
Update one.
Let’s calculate the KPI and look at the word count. This month there are quite a few chapters in one!
The old Song family will benefit the neighbors in all aspects...and the sweet baby Song Qiaoqiao who seems to be both wise and foolish.
What I’m talking about here are the local customs that I know. They are different all over the world. Everyone is welcome to actively discuss and provide various customs and habits.
(End of this chapter)