The wind howled and cranes cried in the silent night.
It was destined to be a sleepless night, as Granny Long and the others gathered together to plot the details of murdering Zheng Ya.
The people in the courtyard were filled with anxiety, hiding at home and discussing how to get through the days to come.
The scenes of some people suffering retribution and disability are chilling.
Furthermore, Granny Long and her ilk are no pushovers. Zheng Ya's powerful return has triggered a series of retributive acts of injury and disability, instilling fear in everyone from the bottom of their hearts.
Suddenly, everyone felt insecure, as if the days ahead would never be peaceful and they would be unable to go on living.
Yan Fugui clutched the money and IOU tightly in his pocket as he stepped out of Zheng Ya's house. He looked around cautiously, fearing a robber might suddenly appear, and hurried towards the front yard, his footsteps rustling.
Like being chased by a ghost, I ran home in a flash.
The three women were startled and, fearing their frightened little darlings, went up to him and complained, "Husband, why did you rush home like that? You scared me to death! Tell me what happened!"
The family hid inside the house, too afraid to go out.
The reason was that when the family members broke ties with the people in the courtyard, they were powerless to resist the shameless methods of the beasts in the courtyard and Old Lady Long and others. Everyone was terrified.
However, matters decided by the family members are not something that the three aunts, three sons, and one daughter can interfere with. They can only hide on the sidelines and offer their support, living in fear and unable to do anything.
Under the pale yellow light of the 15-watt fluorescent lamp, Yan Fugui illuminated the family's frightened and uneasy expressions. He walked into the main room with a mixture of excitement and heartache and said, "Alright, what could possibly happen to me? Look how scared you are."
"Rest assured, from now on, our family will not fear any of Grandma Long's people. We will stand tall and not be subservient to anyone."
"Oh, you're a hero returning in triumph! Come on, Jiecheng, get a stool for your hero dad. Don't you have any sense? What are you standing there for?" The third aunt knew her husband best; was he just a nice guy who always took advantage of others?
When has there ever been such yang energy?
Every time they take advantage of someone, they complain that they haven't gotten enough and keep grumbling. They're never satisfied.
Where does this yang energy come from, to raise one's eyebrows and exhale with pride?
It's simply unbelievable that they dared to kill Old Lady Long and Yi Zhonghai and the others.
Does this mean they got a great deal?
Only when they've gained a huge advantage will a nice guy have this heroic, triumphant expression, so he can go home and brag about it!
The three aunties were also pleased and tacitly approved of his pretentious behavior.
Yan Jiecheng quickly moved a stool for his father, Yan Fugui, to sit in the main seat of the room, and asked with a fawning expression, "Father, have you struck it rich?"
"Haha, the real fortune is yet to come. Guess how much I made today?" Yan Fugui sat down calmly, took the teacup handed to him by the second brother, picked it up and blew on the steam inside, asking in return.
He seemed relaxed and at ease, but he couldn't suppress his excitement. His whole body trembled slightly, almost causing the hot water in the tub to spill out.
The three women guessed that he had gotten a lot of money from Zheng Ya, and instinctively held up one finger: "One, one hundred yuan?"
For later generations, one hundred dollars is just a small amount of money, something they take for granted and have no interest in thinking about.
However, back then, even 100-yuan bills hadn't appeared yet, and even 10-yuan banknotes were rare.
Ordinary households use one or two yuan banknotes, and even five-yuan banknotes are rare.
They saved all the large denomination bills.
The most practical items are coins, such as one-cent, two-cent, and five-cent coins, and banknotes, such as one-cent, two-cent, and five-cent RMB banknotes.
Therefore, the three aunties guessed that Yan Fugui had gotten a huge advantage from Zheng Ya by a hundred yuan, no matter how hard they tried.
You should know that Yan Fugui's monthly salary is 27.5 yuan. 100 yuan is equivalent to four months' salary for him, which is quite a lot!
However, Yan Fugui took a sip of hot water, smiled, shook his head, and said, "Not enough. Guess again?"
"Ah, you're still short a hundred yuan? Are you trying to reach for the moon?" The third aunt exclaimed in surprise, feeling her heart leap into her throat. It was so exciting!
"Gulp!" Yan Jiecheng swallowed hard in shock, guessing wildly, "Zheng Ya couldn't possibly give three or five hundred yuan, could he?"
"That's impossible. I'd be content to see that much money in my entire life," Yan Jiefang said outright. He refused to believe that Zheng Ya would be willing to give so much money unless Zheng Ya was an idiot.
The three women nodded in agreement, "Yes, unless Zheng Ya is crazy, he wouldn't give it to you..."
With a "smack," Yan Fugui pulled out a wad of cash and slammed it on the table, grandly announcing the head of the family's order: "Count it yourselves. From now on, no one in our family is allowed to say a bad word about Zheng Ya."
"My God, so much money!" The third aunt rushed onto the table, grabbed the money, and glared at her three sons and one daughter who were rushing towards her, her expression full of threat.
The four children awkwardly backed away, the mother hen was protecting her food, and they were so scared!
However, the whole family was so excited by the huge wad of cash that they were practically drooling with joy!
If you have money, you can eat delicious food without having to divide vegetables by the piece or cornmeal porridge by age at every meal?
Maybe we'll be able to eat meat from now on?
The family's blissful daydreams filled Yan Fugui with a sense of satisfaction that seemed to last a lifetime. He felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Zheng Ya and couldn't stop smiling: "Alright, here's 1,300 yuan. Don't hold onto it. You won't be able to have a baby even if you keep it for a year."
It's all small change, you'll get used to it!
"What? This is 1,300 yuan? It's just a small amount, husband. Is what you're saying true?" The third aunt was embarrassed by being scolded in front of her child. She stuffed the 1,300 yuan into her inner pocket while asking in disbelief.
Even Yan Jiecheng and his three siblings were dumbfounded, thinking that their father was just bluffing and bragging.
That's 1,300 yuan, which is equivalent to four years of Yan Fugui's salary!
If this is a small amount of money, how much would be considered a large amount?
He's obviously bragging!
Yan Fugui, however, didn't explain further and directly changed the subject: "Alright, just remember it yourselves, don't spread it around."
In short, remember to treat Zheng Ya with respect.
If I find out that anyone disrespects Zheng Ya, don't blame me for being ruthless and punishing them severely, even kicking them out of the house.
Okay, cook the food. Prepare enough for three days. This will be the standard meal plan from now on. Go ahead and cook.
"What? Husband, you're not going to live with us anymore?" The third aunt was shocked all day, feeling both happy and heartbroken.
It's heartbreaking to think that one meal could consume three days' worth of food.
I'm happy that good days are finally here, we've been waiting for this day for ages, but it feels unreal and I can't get used to it!
The four children were overjoyed, dancing and waving their arms. If Yan Fugui hadn't glared at them, they would have been shouting and celebrating.
In contrast to the Jia Zhang family, the four of them sat around the eight-immortal table, drinking the noodle soup in their bowls and staring at the noodle soup in the basin on the table, blowing on it to cool it down and scrambling for food.
Having had enough of wanting more than she had, Qin Huairu picked up a small bowl of noodle soup and slowly sipped it, finding no enjoyment in it...
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