Chapter 10: Finally Home
The village chief took out an ink box he carried with him from his pocket.
"Then sign and put your fingerprints on it."
Zhao Sihai nodded and signed and put his fingerprints on the Yu family agreement.
They didn't want any real estate, so they didn't need to go through any other procedures.
Then came Zhao Gensheng.
Looking at the piece of paper, Zhao Gensheng turned to look at Mrs. Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth and turned her head away.
But I was thinking in my heart, let’s see how she will get it back double in the future.
Zhao Gensheng had no choice but to sign and put his fingerprints on it.
Fang Hanwu also wrote his testimony in the blank space below and signed and stamped his fingerprints in the same way.
Although Fang Hanwu was only the leader of the production team, he had some qualifications to be a witness.
The paper is then temporarily kept by the village chief.
You have to go through the formalities to officially register as a household before you can apply for a homestead.
The village chief turned to look at Mrs. Zhao and Zhao Gensheng who were motionless.
"Who of you is going to get the money and tickets? We are still busy in the fields. Hurry up."
Fang Hanwu also glanced at the people outside, "What are you looking at? Don't you want your 㦂㵑 anymore?"
The crowd immediately ran away.
"The old woman is in charge of the money and bills." Zhao Gen spat out something stiffly, then got up and walked out.
The village chief looked at Mrs. Zhao.
Mrs. Zhao took a deep breath and turned back to the house.
After a while, he took out a large stack of money and bills and threw them on the table.
"Is it okay now?" He stared at Bai Ruoqiao fiercely.
Looking at the banknotes scattered on the ground, the village chief's face turned dark.
He wanted to curse, but seeing Mrs. Zhao's angry look, he could only shake his head.
Bai Ruoqiao and Zhao Sihai squatted down and picked up the money like punching bags.
The village chief and Fang Hanwu shook their heads and had a deeper understanding of Mrs. Zhao's arrogance.
Wait until the money and tickets are counted.
Bai Ruoqiao suddenly took out something wrapped in a floral handkerchief from his trouser pocket.
"Mom, this is the clam oil I bought in town yesterday. I heard you say that your hands were cracked, and the salesperson said that it would heal in three days."
Mrs. Zhao stared at the small cloth bag, her mind moved, and she immediately grabbed it.
He also wanted to take the opportunity to scratch Bai Ruoqiao.
Fortunately, Bai Ruoqiao anticipated this and retracted his hand quickly.
The village chief and Fang Hanwu both saw it.
Couldn't help but stare at her.
"Get out of here as soon as you're done packing!" Mrs. Zhao became even more angry. She rolled her eyes, dropped the trash, and went into the house without looking back.
The village chief and Fang Hanwu were also upset. This woman was really...
He has such a good wife and son, but he doesn't cherish them. Instead, he treats a piece of useless wood as a treasure. I don't know what he is thinking.
The village chief asked Zhao Sihai, "What are your plans? Do you have a place to live?"
Zhao Sihai naturally shook his head.
Fang Hanwu suddenly said, "There is an abandoned house at the end of the village, it's a bit run-down, if you don't mind, you can live there first."
When Bai Ruoqiao heard this, his face turned pale.
Fortunately, she was packing her things and no one saw her.
The old house at the end of the village was where they lived in their previous life.
There are so many shadows out there.
But she didn't intend to refuse.
Get up from where you fell.
She won't let negative emotions affect her life.
"Okay, thank you, village chief and captain." Zhao Sihai thanked with a smile.
There isn't much stuff, just a simple packing and it will be done quickly.
Fang Hanwu stayed behind to take them to the old house and lend a hand.
Zhao Sihai was pushing a bicycle, and Zhao Anan was sitting on the front bar wrapped in clothes.
There was also a lot of stuff on the back seat.
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