"My second sister and I will live with the eldest brother in the future. While we are alive, everyone can use the houses. After we die, everything will belong to the eldest brother," said Zhou Fugui.
According to the rules in Zhoujia Village, the eldest son usually inherits the family business.
Even if the family was extremely poor and only had two thatched houses left, the old man would leave one and a half to the eldest son, and the remaining half would be shared by the other sons.
"No, I don't agree." Zhou Bingxing became anxious and jumped out again.
Zhou Fugui's house has seven rooms.
Currently, Zhou Bingqiang's brothers each live in one room, Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei live in one room, and the remaining rooms are used as guest rooms, a warehouse and a firewood room.
According to Zhou Bingxing's idea, it would be fairest for him and his eldest brother's family to have three rooms.
"You don't agree? The eldest son inherits the family business, which is a rule passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years. I can give my things to whoever they want. Is it your turn, Zhou Bingxing, to disagree?" Zhou Fugui glared.
"Dad, you can't be so partial. If you divide the family property like this, I won't take any share." Zhou Bingxing was so angry that he almost became depressed.
Zhou Bingxing wanted to divide the family because he wanted to deprive Zhou Bingchen of the right to divide the property, not because he wanted to eliminate himself.
If there weren't so many people around, Zhou Bingxing would really like to ask Zhou Fugui, since he is so partial, should he give most of the gold bars to his eldest brother in the future? Or should he just give all to his eldest brother?
"I'm biased? I'm not even dead yet, but you're already eyeing my rooms?" Zhou Fugui glared at Zhou Bingxing and said angrily.
Zhou Fugui felt that Zhou Bingxing was simply out of his mind.
He was the one who proposed dividing the family, and now he is the one who says that the family should not be divided.
Now the arrow is on the string and must be shot.
Zhou Dazhu is a captain, and he has a lot of work to do all day long. If you tell Zhou Dazhu that you don't want to split up now, you will offend Zhou Dazhu.
"Bingchen, do you have any objection to your father's division?" Zhou Dazhu asked, looking at Zhou Bingchen who was standing silently aside.
Zhou Dazhui wanted to make friends with Zhou Bingchen, so he asked this question.
After all, Zhou Bingchen also suffered a loss when Zhou Fugui divided the property this way.
"I have no objection. Let's divide it however my dad says." Zhou Bingchen shook his head and said.
Ever since he had that dream and learned what kind of life Zhao Zhenzhu had lived in this family over the past few years after returning home, Zhou Bingchen no longer had any expectations for the relationship between Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei.
The less Zhou Fugui gave, the calmer Zhou Bingchen could separate himself from this family.
"Okay, then I'll write down what I said before." Zhou Dazhu lowered his head and started writing quickly.
After a few minutes, Zhou Dazhu stopped writing and asked, "Uncle Fugui, what is your retirement plan? Do we need to write it down together?"
"Yes, yes." Zhou Fugui looked at Zhou Bingchen expectantly and said, "Bingchen, will you still give us 20 yuan a month? Or increase it a little bit every year?"
"Dad, you should ask the eldest and second brothers what the rules are. Do the eldest and second brothers also get twenty a month?" Zhou Bingchen said with a sullen face.
Twenty a month?
Zhou Fugui really dared to speak.
If it were the old Zhou Bingchen, he might have really gritted his teeth and agreed.
The grace of parents' upbringing cannot be measured by money. Among Zhou Bingchen's brothers, Zhou Bingchen is the most promising. He earns a lot and is willing to give more.
However, Zhou Bingchen now doesn't want to do that.
Just based on the insults and bullying that Ding Ermei had inflicted on Zhao Zhenzhu and her son over the years, Zhou Bingchen didn't even want to give her ten dollars, let alone twenty.
"Okay, twenty is twenty. My brother and I will give twenty too." Before Zhou Fugui could say anything, Zhou Bingxing jumped out again.
Zhou Bingxing's mind was clattering with calculations.
Zhou Bingchen will be returning to the army soon.
He said he would give him twenty dollars a month. Would Zhou Bingchen be able to travel all the way home to watch him pay him?
Now that they have agreed to it, Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei will not be able to chase Zhou Bingxing for the money when the time comes, because they know that even if they ask, Zhou Bingxing cannot afford it.
"Second brother, go back to the room and show me the two hundred and fourty yuan you gave to our parents this year before you say anything." Zhou Bingchen laughed angrily.
Zhou Bingxing worked in a production team and earned less than 20 yuan a year.
Now you promise to give me 20 yuan a month for my retirement? The beads on the abacus are about to fall on my face.
"Third brother, why do you want me to pay? If I had to pay, it was my parents who asked me to." Zhou Bingxing acted like a rogue with a clear conscience.
"Dad, I sent ten yuan a month to Mom before, how could it be twenty yuan? Are you confused?" Zhou Bingchen was too lazy to argue with Zhou Bingxing, so he turned around and asked Zhou Fugui.
Zhou Fugui was stunned.
Indeed, Zhou Bingchen had agreed at the beginning to send twenty yuan back home, ten yuan for Ding Ermei to supplement the family expenses, and the remaining ten yuan for Zhao Zhenzhu as their family expenses.
Ding Ermei took all of Zhao Zhenzhu's ten dollars from the very beginning.
A few years passed and Zhao Zhenzhu never made a fuss.
Zhou Fugui naturally regarded the twenty yuan as a gift from Zhou Bingchen to them.
After Zhou Bingchen said this, Zhou Fugui could no longer play dumb, so he could only smile and say, "I'm old, and my words are incoherent. I just said ten yuan, ten yuan is correct. Bingchen, you can give us ten yuan every month in the future."
After saying this, Zhou Fugui was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.
After the family split up, the amount of money Zhou Bingchen sent home was cut in half.
No matter how Zhou Fugui thought about it, he felt like he had lost out.
"Dad, I can take out the ten yuan, but don't you think about my elder and second brothers? Ten yuan a month, one hundred and twenty yuan a year, can they afford this money? I remember that my eldest brother is an accountant in the village, and he only gets a subsidy of five yuan a month, right? Not to mention my second brother, it's already very good if he can earn thirty yuan a year. Are you going to let my elder and second brothers go out to borrow money every year just for their retirement money?" Zhou Bingchen said with a smile.
Zhou Fugui was so angry that he fell backwards.
What Zhou Bingchen meant by this was that he would pay as much as Zhou Bingqiang and Zhou Bingxing paid. Zhou Bingchen would not pay a penny more.
"Uncle Fugui, let me be fair. The current highest standard for elderly care in our Zhoujia Village is that one son provides 200 kilograms of millet per year. No one can afford the pension of ten or twenty yuan a month. No, let alone our Zhoujia Village, even in the entire Qingshan County, no one can afford such a high pension." Zhou Dazhu couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but complain.
"Then... let's follow the rules of Zhoujia Village. Each of your families will give 200 kilograms of millet a year?" Zhou Fugui looked at his eldest son, then at his second son, and asked.
"Dad, that's it." Zhou Bingqiang nodded and said.
"Dad, I think it's okay." Zhou Bingxing had no objection.
"Dad, I live far away, so I'll give you the millet every year in cash! Twenty yuan a year, how about that?" Zhou Bingchen agreed and even gave you a discount plan thoughtfully.
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