Chapter 430 The Rumor Started with You
Manbao, who was standing in the room, was also a little stunned. She reacted belatedly and raised her hands guiltily, saying, "Dad, Mom, I, I think I know why..."
Manbao recounted the story of the people he met while escorting Master Bai and the others out, then said, "It must have been Zhou Sanqi who told me, Dad, Mom. Zhou Sanqi was the only one outside at the time, and he was the one who asked me."
The couple fell silent for a moment. Old Zhou was so angry that his teeth itched. "This Sanqi is just as talkative as his mother. He actually dared to make up rumors about me. I'll beat him up when I get back."
Qian was no longer angry, but she still glared at him and said, "How can an uncle bully his nephew?"
Manbao gave her father an idea, "Dad, let Fourth Brother beat him up!"
After thinking about it, he felt that it was not a good idea, so before Old Zhoutou opened his mouth, he added: "He is older than Fourth Brother, and Fourth Brother will definitely not be able to beat him. Let Second Brother and Third Brother go as well."
The brothers who were eavesdropping outside: ...
Zhou Dalang stood up, drove his brothers away, and left himself.
Forget it, as long as my parents don’t quarrel.
The sudden loud voices, coupled with the looks from their wives, made the brothers nervous, thinking that their parents were going to quarrel again.
Manbao, Wuyouwuliu Datou and others didn’t know, but they, the brothers, knew that in the past, their father and mother had quarreled a lot.
It was only after they had a grandson and their mother's health gradually deteriorated that the two stopped arguing.
The two people in the room didn't quarrel after all. Manbao wanted to slip away, but Qian stopped her and said, "Come here and help your mother to settle the accounts."
Manbao came forward with a smile. She loved counting money the most.
Seeing her joyful look, Qian couldn't help but reach out and touch her little head. Then, noticing her crookedly tied hair, she couldn't help but ask, "Did you tie your hair yourself?"
Manbao nodded.
Qian sighed, "In a few days, let Da Ya and Er Ya teach you how to tie a small bun. You are a little girl now, you must learn how to tie your hair. Come, tell me first, how much money did our family earn this time?"
Manbao had already calculated it and said, "I earned a total of 120 taels, leaving 340 wen."
Qian touched the silver and sighed, "Who would have thought that planting twenty acres of winter wheat in one season could earn so much money?"
Old Zhou finally remembered, "There was originally more than this. Why did you let Dalang and the others carry away three bags of wheat? If you sell those three bags, it will make a lot of money."
"We have to leave some for our relatives," Qian said. "When my in-laws come to exchange wheat seeds, will you give them to them or not? I've already given them to my parents, so how can I not give them to others?"
"But you only have so many wheat seeds left. If you give them to us, will we still plant them?" Qian knew that he was reluctant to part with them, so she asked her sons to move the wheat away in advance, locked the door, and had her daughter-in-law block the door. She didn't believe he would dare to move it by force.
Old Zhou was indeed reluctant to part with it, and muttered, "One hundred and fifty coins a dou."
Qian couldn't help but pinch him and said, "Is this about money? They're from the same village, and they're relatives. You never know when you might need their help. Besides, she's your daughter-in-law, and she's also someone else's daughter."
She pointed at Manbao and said, "Think about Xi and Manbao. If you don't give them money, will they have the face to go back to their parents' home in the future?"
"If a person is unhappy, his life will be unhappy. In a big family, if one person starts a quarrel, the family will never be at peace. I wonder if you can count your money and live your life like that?"
Old Zhou really wanted to say that he could, but under the gaze of his wife, he didn't dare to say it.
Manbao nodded repeatedly and whispered to her mother, "Dad, what if my elder sister and I have good seeds at our in-laws' house in the future, and you come to ask me for them, and my elder sister and I refuse to give them to you?"
Old Zhou raised his eyebrows, and Qian's glare flew at him again, and his words were stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
Qian lowered her head and looked at Manbao again. She liked her more and more. She touched her little face and said with a smile: "I think it's useless to keep so much money in our hands. Let's just give some to the children."
"What?" Old Zhou's attention was immediately diverted. He glared and asked, "Why divide it up?"
"Give it to them," Qian said matter-of-factly. "The eldest, second, third, and fourth are all fathers. They have children, so they have to spend money. So, give them some."
"They already have money, why should we share it?" Old Zhou said, "Although I don't manage the accounts, I know they have money, including the fifth and sixth brothers, and even the eldest brother and his younger brothers."
He looked at Manbao, "Manbao, right?"
He had plundered the money of the fifth and sixth brothers more than once, and had long known that their big money was kept with Manbao. In order to prevent their parents from robbing them of their money, the younger brothers also kept their money with Manbao.
Before Manbao could answer, Qian interrupted him and said, "Why do you care whether they have money or not? It's useless for us to keep so much money on us. Oh, I was just about to tell you that now that our family has money, we have to find a marriage for Lao Wu."
Old Zhou had no objection and even suggested, "Let's talk about the good side. It's okay if the betrothal gift is a bit higher."
But he still opposed dividing the money among his sons.
But the family's money has always been held by Qian, and how it is used is basically decided by Qian. Well, although she would discuss it with him before using it, the habit has been here for many years, and Qian's decision-making power is obviously higher than that of Old Zhou.
She said, "They don't have as much money as you think. Since last May, the second son has had to hand over all the money he earned from his stall in the county town, even the money from his bamboo weaving business. The second branch hasn't made much. The school is gone, and the eldest branch has no extra income. As for the little ginger that the third, fourth, and Xi planted, they have to hand over 60% of the money first, and then the children will divide it among themselves. How much can they make?"
Old Zhou was silent.
"The fourth child just had a child, and there will be many things to buy for the child in the future." Qian advised.
Old Zhou couldn't help but say, "That's why I don't want to give him the money. That guy doesn't know how to be frugal. Money has to be saved, understand?"
Manbao couldn't help but interrupt again, "Dad, my friend said that money is spent, and the more you spend, the richer you will be."
"Bullshit, which friend of yours said that? Don't be friends with people like that, or they might corrupt you."
Koko: ...I didn't say that. It was you humans who entered the information into the encyclopedia. Host, please don't wrongly accuse me.
Old Zhou believed that the reason he was able to support his entire family and even help them survive two natural disasters was because he was thrifty.
In normal times, we save a small amount of money, but we are confident during natural disasters. When disasters come, we save a lot of money. We just want to survive and not to have enough to eat. Generally, we can continue to live after enduring a year or two.
Making money by spending money, if this isn't a scam, then what is it?
(End of this chapter)
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