This cannot be blamed on the villagers. Those who went to the battlefield died in droves, most buried far from home, perhaps without even leaving their names, let alone receiving any compensation or support. Their families, waiting for their return, would never see their remains, let alone receive any compensation.

Therefore, they all thought that Xie Laowai's family was so determined to raise the child because they felt sorry for the bloodline left by their youngest son.

"Finally, let me tell you about my job. This job was reserved for me by the military unit where my parents serve. Xie Yinzhu, how did your dad get me this job in the military? Why didn't he get one for your older brother!"

"You, you, you~ Unfilial! You are my grandson, and your father's money should also be given to us. And why isn't that job your uncle's? Could you have grown up without your uncle?" Old Xie stood up with his neck crooked. He originally wanted to argue because he lacked confidence, but the more he talked, the more reasonable he felt.

"Grandpa Xie! My Xie isn't the Xie from your family's name, it's the Xie from Xie Hengchang. Don't forget that back then, my father's food, drink, and everything else at your house were all paid for by my great-grandfather, and every single expense was recorded in the clan. If my father wanted to be filial, he should be filial to his own uncle, not to you. Now I understand that all those records in the clan were actually meant to protect against a scoundrel like you!" After saying this, Xie Ming felt much of the pent-up frustration lessen.

Xie Laowai's face immediately turned red. So much time had passed that he felt those things were in the past and had really forgotten that the clan still had account books.

He was filled with regret, wondering why he had given away his child back then, greedy for the little something Xie Hengshou had given him.

But he didn't consider whether his family, which had to sell their daughters to survive the famine, could afford to raise seven children. In fact, the fact that his children were able to grow up healthy was thanks to the clan chief.

"Then you're heartless too. It's a fact that your uncle and aunt raised you all these years." Old Xie still didn't want to let his grandson go.

He knew all too well how badly his family had treated this child, and every time he wanted to step in and help, he would remember the grievances of giving his youngest son away years ago. Xie Ming, this grandson, was like a disgrace to his family, standing there like a shadow. His eldest son and daughter-in-law would scold and beat him, and that would always calm the anger in his heart.

“Alright! The village secretary will remember this. After Uncle Quanfu and Aunt Quanfu get old and can no longer work, I will give them an extra 10% of the annual pension for young men in the village, as a way of repaying them for taking care of me from age 2 to 6.”

After Xie Ming finished speaking, Xie Laowai felt a surge of pride, thinking that once you accepted it, it would be difficult to break free.

Unexpectedly, he paused and then said, "Back then, the town leaders told Old Wai's family that the pension money was for raising me and getting me married. Old Wai said that I was raised by my uncle Quanfu, so this money should have remained untouched. Today, I'm going to take the liberty of deciding on this money for my parents. I've decided to give 1300 yuan to the clan and 1000 yuan to the village to buy a tractor. My father is a hero, and I'm sure he'd want his hometown and fellow villagers to live better lives."

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to take out the certificate from his pocket and hand it to the village secretary.

The room was completely silent; the villagers were all staring intently at the thin piece of paper.

How much? All 2300 went to the village?