Zhou Dazhu wanted to please Zhou Bingchen, so he worked very quickly.

Two minutes later, Zhou Dazhu's proof was finished.

Looking at the bright red official seal on the certificate, Zhou Bingchen was filled with emotion.

In the dream, because of this certificate, he followed Zhou Fugui to find Zhou Dazhu at night, and was eventually plotted against and lost his life. Until his death, Zhou Bingchen was unable to obtain this certificate.

Now, this certificate is in Zhou Bingchen's hands.

Does this...can be considered as escaping a disaster?

"What? Are you worried that the certificate I wrote is not standard enough? Don't worry, I have been the team leader for so many years, so I should have no problem writing a certificate." Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but tease Zhou Bingchen when he saw him looking at the certificate for a long time.

"Captain, your handwriting is really good. Must you have practiced it specially?" Zhou Bingchen smiled, folded up the certificate and put it in his pocket.

"Hahaha, Bingchen, you have a good eye. I put a lot of effort into practicing my handwriting. After becoming the team leader, I have to go to the commune for meetings and write reports frequently. I can't use poor handwriting." Zhou Dazhu was touched by Zhou Bingchen's words and couldn't help bragging about himself.

Zhou Bingchen also praised Zhou Dazhui a few words.

After bragging about business for a while, Zhou Bingchen said, "Captain, I have something else to trouble you with today. My family is going to split up, can you go to my house and help be a witness?"

"Your family is going to split up? I didn't hear Uncle Fugui say anything just now!" Zhou Dazhu was very surprised.

Every time Zhou Bingchen came home, Zhou Fugui would run to Zhou Dazhu to brag about him.

When Zhou Bingchen came to the brigade headquarters, Zhou Fugui had just left.

"It was my second brother who proposed to divide the family. Maybe... they felt that I was away from home all year round, and Zhenzhu and the two children were taking advantage of the family." Zhou Bingchen said with a wry smile.

"This Zhou Bingxing is really confused! You send twenty yuan home every month! That much money is enough to support five or six people. Your daughter Zhenzhu is capable and earns a lot of work points and food in the production team every year! She also makes clothes for everyone in her spare time. How could your third room take advantage of the other two rooms?" Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but speak up for Zhou Bingchen.

"Since the brothers have complaints, it's better to divide the family. Captain, please be a witness for us. I would also like to trouble you to uphold justice when the time comes." Zhou Bingchen sighed and said.

"Okay, let's go!" Zhou Dazhu hurriedly packed up his paper and pen and stood up.

Zhou Fugui’s home.

After hearing what Zhou Fugui and his two sons said, Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't help but be surprised.

bullion?

Zhou Fugui actually has a jar of gold bars in his hand?

In the previous life, after Zhou Bingchen died, the Zhou family’s life fell into decline.

Without the Zhao family's subsidy and Zhou Bingchen's allowance, the Zhou family could only eat meat twice a year. Zhou Fugui rarely drank the wine he always liked.

Until the day Zhao Zhenzhu died, Zhou Fugui's family lived in poverty.

Zhou Fugui is a person who likes to enjoy life. If he had a jar of gold bars in his previous life, he would not have been able to live that kind of poor life.

The Zhou family’s ancestors were also poor. When Zhao Zhenzhu first married into the Zhou family, she heard from the villagers that Zhou Fugui’s parents almost starved to death one year.

Where did the gold bars in Zhou Fugui's hand come from? Was it really placed there by someone else?

Zhao Zhenzhu guessed several places where Zhou Fugui had hidden the gold bars based on what Zhou Fugui and his son said.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Zhenzhu's face.

Zhou Zhenzhu decided to "accept" this wealth, just as some interest on the four lives of their family of four in their previous lives.

Zhao Zhenzhu was thinking about this when Zhou Bingchen brought Zhou Dazhu home.

"Uncle Fugui, does your family really want to split up?" Zhou Dazhu asked Zhou Fugui directly after entering the door.

"There's nothing I can do about the forked tree." Zhou Fugui said, pretending to look sad.

"Okay, then I'll write a division document for you." Zhou Dazhu took out the pen from his jacket pocket, spread out the paper, and asked, "Uncle Fugui, have you discussed it? How will the property be divided? After the division, who will you and your wife live with? What will be the rules for your retirement in the future? Tell me in detail, and I'll write it all down for you in a moment."

"The third brother is very stubborn and says he doesn't want any property in the family." Before Zhou Fugui could say anything, Zhou Bingxing jumped out.

"Uncle Fugui, are you the one in charge of your family now? Or is Zhou Bingxing the one in charge?" Zhou Dazhu was unhappy.

Zhou Bingxing is incompetent, lazy and greedy.

Such a person is destined to have no future, and Zhou Dazhu looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

When they met on the street, Zhou Dazhui would never even glance at Zhou Bingxing.

Zhou Dazhu was talking to Zhou Fugui when Zhou Bingxing interrupted him, and Zhou Dazhu felt offended.

"Second brother, shut up! Get out of the way!" Zhou Fugui cursed.

Zhou Fugui knew that Zhou Dazhu was unhappy, and he said this specifically for Zhou Dazhu to hear.

Unfortunately, Zhou Bingxing refused to cooperate.

"The third brother said it himself, not me." Zhou Bingxing was still a little unconvinced.

“This…” Zhou Fugui was a little tempted.

Zhou Fugui also wished that he didn't have to share anything with Zhou Bingchen.

The second brother is right. He is not my biological child, and it is already very good to be able to raise him.

Zhou Fugui felt greatly disadvantaged after dividing his property with Zhou Bingchen.

"Uncle Fugui, you have such a big house, but you don't even give Bingchen a room? Over the years, the money Bingchen has sent home should be more than two thousand, right? Uncle Fugui, you have to think about it carefully. In the future, won't you need Bingchen to support you in your old age?" Zhou Dazhui couldn't help but remind him when he saw this.

According to the rules in Zhoujia Village, when dividing the family property, parents do not give anything to their children, and children do not have to provide for their parents in their later years.

No matter how poor a family is, when dividing the property, each son will be given a few bowls or a pot or something.

"That's impossible. My second sister and I raised Bingchen to this age and even married him off. How could we not give anything to Bingchen?" Zhou Fugui retorted hastily after he came to his senses.

"Uncle Fugui, it's good that you know what's going on. First, tell me how to divide the house and money at home?" Zhou Dazhu asked.

"There is no money left at home! My second sister was just defrauded of money, so we will not divide the few dollars we have. We old couple will keep it for emergency use in the future. The house where the children live will belong to whichever family lives in it now. Whoever doesn't want it in the future should sell it to the two brothers first. Only if the brothers don't want it can it be sold to outsiders." Zhou Fugui said after a moment of hesitation.

After being reminded by Zhou Dazhui, Zhou Fugui decided to give a house to Zhou Bingchen.

Otherwise, you won’t be able to get Zhou Bingchen’s pension money in the future.

"Uncle Fugui, are you going to live on your own or with one of your sons in the future? Will you divide the remaining house when you are old?" Zhou Dazhui asked.

What Zhou Dazhui meant by “old” actually means “dead”.

There are many taboos in rural areas, and people usually don’t say “dead” directly. Instead, they use “old” or “left” instead.