Chapter 470 Cemetery 3
As expected, Zhao Yishan and Zhao Yifeng, who were far away in their hometown, got angry on the phone when they heard that their parents didn't want to be buried in their hometown after a hundred years.
"Dad, you always say that my second son and I are unfilial. Look at you, you are so far away from us, how can we be filial to you? Now it's even worse. You don't even want to go back to your hometown after a hundred years. Do you want us to travel all the way to Shenzhen to pay homage to you every year during the Tomb Sweeping Day?" Zhao Yishan said angrily, clenching his cell phone.
Zhao Dahai could hear the resentment coming from his eldest son, so he said directly, "If your mother and I return to our hometown after a hundred years, will you three brothers pay for the grave?"
After these words came out, Zhao Yishan fell silent.
Zhao Dahai sighed and said, "Big Boss, your mother and I have been living with the Third Boss to this day, and we don't expect anything from you. Just live your life well. If you feel like it, just say a few words to us during the Qingming Festival."
"Dad, aren't you saying this to slap me in the face? I'm the eldest in the family. I was already criticized by people back home for living with the third child in old age, and now you don't even plan to go back to your hometown to work on the cemetery. Tell me, are there people like you?"
Zhao Yishan felt very ashamed. Besides, fallen leaves return to their roots, so why didn’t his parents think of returning to their hometown?
Zhao Dahai was silent for a moment and then replied, "Boss, I'm not saying anything, even if your mother and I are buried in our hometown, you can go and see us in your generation, but by the time your son's generation comes, no one will come to see us. Ask yourself, is this true?"
"Hey, Dad, how can you miss your grandson so much..."
"It's not what I think. Look at Yuanhong. He even cheated us of our pension money. What else can we expect from him? Otherwise, you can return the money to us, so that we can go back to our hometown to build a grave." Zhao Dahai gently patted his wife's hand and said to his eldest son on the phone.
"Hey, Dad, you are making things difficult for me. I know Yuanhong is not doing well, but I am still in a mess."
Zhao Yishan on the other end of the phone felt very aggrieved. He felt that his father had no idea of his difficulties and was now forcing him to pay back the money. It turned out that parents looked down on children with no future.
Zhao Dahai closed his eyes and said, "Yishan, you are a grandfather now, and your father doesn't have many years left to live. I am telling you this, not discussing it with you. You can think whatever you want." After that, he hung up the phone.
Seeing this, Xu Fengni asked hurriedly, "What's the matter? Yishan doesn't want to? Why would he not want to?"
"Humph, I don't understand what he's thinking. Isn't he just thinking about his own face? Or is he thinking that if we die and are buried in our hometown, Yitai's family will definitely not be able to go back every year, and we will have to trouble both families in the future. Based on Yitai's personality, this money is definitely indispensable."
Xu Fengni didn't know how to refute when she heard this. After all, she was also a person whose pension money was defrauded by her grandson, and every experience was a lesson for her.
"Okay, let's give Yifeng another call to tell him about it, so they won't accuse us of not telling them."
Zhao Yifeng in his hometown was still a little angry after receiving the call from his father. He had a gloomy face and sat in the living room without saying a word.
Ding Li glanced at her husband and asked in a low voice, "What's going on? I heard it was Dad calling just now, right? What did Dad want to talk about?"
Zhao Yifeng raised his head and glanced at his wife, then replied, "The third brother and his wife did a great job. They wanted to buy a cemetery in Shenzhen for our parents. Tell me, my eldest brother and I are still in our hometown. Naturally, our parents will return to their hometown after they pass away."
When Ding Li heard this, her eyes sparkled. She sat down next to her husband and whispered, "Yifeng, I think this is a good thing. The third brother didn't ask us to pay. Besides, you are thinking about your parents coming back, so let me ask you, where will we build the cemetery? Do we have fields or forests in the countryside? It still costs money. Will you pay for it or will the eldest brother pay for it?"
"This, of course, is for the three of us brothers to do." Zhao Yifeng thought for a moment and replied.
Ding Li rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "Come on, you are trying to be rich even though you have no money. My son is already under a lot of pressure. It's fine if we can't help him, but we can't ask him to pay for the graves for grandpa and grandma, right? Besides, we don't have any money for our own graves yet."
"What are you talking about? We are still young, it's too early." Zhao Yifeng didn't like to hear this, but he took his wife's words to heart. It was true. His son was already under a lot of pressure, and they couldn't make it more complicated. Forget it, let my parents do whatever they want. At most, I can burn more paper money during the Qingming Festival. We are in China, and we should be able to receive it no matter where we burn it.
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That day, Li Yue walked back and forth in the room with an anxious look on her face.
Wang Xia Xia was a sensible child. She glanced at her mother and whispered, "Mom, it's okay. I can live in the school dormitory."
Li Yue touched her daughter's head and sighed, "It's not a question of whether to live on campus or not. With your grades, you can go to a good junior high school. Mom doesn't want to delay you. Wait, I'll go ask your Aunt Jiang."
Jiang Xinbai, who was playing with his phone in the living room, saw Li Yue with a troubled look on her face and couldn't help but smile, "A Yue, what's wrong with you? You look so bitter."
Li Yue smiled helplessly, walked to Jiang Xinbai, and asked in a low voice: "Sister Li, I have something I want to ask you for help, what do you think..."
Jiang Xinbai patted the empty seat beside him and said, "If you have anything to say, sit down and talk."
"Hey," Li Yue sat on the sofa and continued, "Xia Xia will be going to junior high school in the second half of the year. According to our situation, we probably won't be assigned to a good school, or we will definitely be assigned to a school far away. It wouldn't be a big deal, but this child is good at studying, and I can't bear to delay her like this."
Jiang Xinbai understood what he said and asked with a smile, "How was Xia Xia's recent exam?"
Talking about her daughter's grades, Li Yue's face was full of pride, "Hey, Xia Xia studies hard. She ranked first in her class and third in the school in this exam."
"Oh, that's a really good result. We really can't delay it. Then you came to me to know how I can help you? Nowadays, children need a house for education..." Jiang Xinbai hesitated.
Li Yue waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, we can't afford a house. I just thought that Jiang Jie and you have a small two-bedroom house nearby, and this house is close to a good school. I thought of signing a rental agreement with you, and I will pay the rent."
Li Yue felt a little embarrassed when she talked about this. Normally, for something like theirs that required reimbursement of a degree, one would have to pay extra money.
"Oh, that's fine too. We don't have to pay rent. We're not planning to rent out the house anyway. Okay, then I'll sign a rental contract with you." Jiang Xinbai thought that he would help if he could. Li Yue did her best in their home.
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