Yang Aizhen: "Give more? How much?"

Hu Dayong held up three fingers, "I plan to give you three hundred first, and if that's not enough, I'll have to add more."

Yang Aizhen asked, "Can the old lady come up with three hundred?"

Hu Dayong had already paid a considerable amount of money, but he had spent at least three or four hundred yuan furnishing the house these days. How much money would he have left?

Hu Dayong's eyes suddenly sharpened. "Can't you help Bingbing with this money? You're his mother, after all. You can't even spare this little bit of money?"

Yang Aizhen was taken aback for a moment. "Didn't I already say that I had no money left?"

Hu Dayong had always suspected that Yang Aizhen had some hidden money, and Yang Aizhen had repeatedly stated that she was truly penniless.

So Hu Dayong still doesn't believe it?

Yang Aizhen was getting anxious. "If I had money, why would I be shoveling manure every day?"

That makes sense. Hu Dayong knows how clean Yang Aizhen is.

only......

Hu Dayong simply made it clear.

“I’ve already inquired about it. There used to be a policy called ‘Four Horses Sharing the Profits.’ Did the guy in front of you hand over such a huge textile factory and not get any dividends?”

Yang Aizhen choked for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and then told the truth, "Yes, I do, but last time we were robbed, and the passbook was lost too."

Hu Dayong's eyes lit up instantly.

"You can get a replacement passbook if you lose it! The passbook has a password, so even if someone steals it, they can't withdraw the money! The money is still there!"

Hu Dayong immediately urged Yang Aizhen to go to the bank.

"Go now, lest something goes wrong!"

Yang Aizhen didn't move, and stammered, "The passbook... isn't in my name."

"Then under whose name is it registered?" Hu Dayong had just asked when he realized, "Under Han Shu's name?"

Yang Aizhen nodded. "She doesn't know about this yet."

Hu Dayong began to ponder.

The factory gave Qin Hanshu's father a pension of three thousand yuan, so the dividends will definitely be even more.

Maybe five thousand, or even more!

Hu Dayong's eyes turned red at the thought of so much money.

"You should write to Han Shu right away and ask her to come back!" Hu Dayong thought for a moment, then changed his mind and said, "No, just send a telegram saying you're sick and ask her to come back to see you!"

Yang Aizhen wrote to Qin Hanshu twice, but never received a reply. On the contrary, the old child bride next door often wrote to Qin Hanshu.

Yang Aizhen stopped writing letters, and secretly thought with a hint of resentment that she would never care how Qin Hanshu was doing in the countryside again, and that she would pretend that she had never given birth to this daughter!

When the topic of savings accounts came up, Yang Aizhen temporarily put aside her displeasure and decided to listen to Hu Dayong.

She knew exactly how much money was in her savings account.

With money, she no longer had to clean toilets and could go back to her old life!