119 Building a House
Because Jiang Baohai doesn't want Gao Qinghe to pay back the money.
So there were a total of six stacks of banknotes in that inconspicuous bag, totaling 60,000 yuan.
Old Mrs. Tian covered her chest and confirmed it three or four times, but still couldn't believe what she saw.
Huang Ying and Gao Chongyi looked at each other in shock, and their first reaction was to ask, "Where did all this money come from?"
Gao Qingya reacted quickly. She stood up and rushed to the door, quickly closing it for fear of being seen.
He turned around, rubbing his hands together like flies, and asked with shining eyes:
"Sister, can I touch it?"
Mainly, I want to experience the feeling of holding 60,000 yuan in my hand.
Gao Qinghe amusedly grabbed all six stacks of money and put them into her hands.
"Oh my god!" Gao Qingya quickly held it carefully, lowered her head and sniffed it with satisfaction, "Ah~, it smells so good!"
Huang Ying glared at Gao Qinghe disapprovingly and quickly put the money back in her little daughter's hand.
Gao Qinghe helplessly explained, "This is all clean money. Don't worry. If there were any problems, the police would have come to me long ago."
For fear that his family would have wild thoughts, Gao Qinghe briefly explained what he and Huang Yanqiu had done during the past three months.
After listening to her story, Gao Qingya's admiration for her elder sister was almost overflowing.
"Sister, you are awesome!"
Gao Qinghe waved his hand. "Not bad, not bad. Third in the world, I guess."
Seeing that the family members stood up excitedly, Gao Qinghe asked everyone to sit down again.
"I'll keep this ten thousand for my medical checkup and daily expenses. As for the remaining fifty thousand, Mom, Dad, and Grandma, you can discuss how you want to use it."
"It doesn't matter how you use it?" Gao Qingya asked excitedly.
Although she didn't get a share, she was able to benefit from it, so she couldn't help but be excited.
Gao Qinghe nodded: "Use it however you like."
She told Gao Qingmiao that she had earned 300,000 yuan, and told the same thing to her parents, grandmother and sister.
Knowing that Gao Qinghe still had some money left, Old Mrs. Tian seriously told her to keep it for herself and not tell anyone.
"You didn't even tell Xiao Jiang, your most satisfied grandson-in-law?" Gao Qinghe asked deliberately.
Old Mrs. Tian rolled her eyes at her and said, this is not nonsense.
She still knows which one is more important, her granddaughter or her grandson-in-law.
Gao Qinghe was immediately satisfied, hugged her grandmother's arm and said coquettishly:
"I know that I am the most precious treasure in grandma's heart."
Gao Qingya suggested: "Dad, Mom, let's build a new house, a two-story building with a toilet and a shower, okay?"
Although the accommodation conditions of the town’s middle school are not good, they are still much better than those in the village.
Many of her classmates who come from poor families don’t want to go home during holidays.
It was because when I got home, there wasn’t even a flat bed, and I had to run to the toilet dozens of meters away.
There are big gaps in the floor of the room where I sleep. It creaks when I step on it, and I get scared by mice in the middle of the night.
It’s even more annoying when it rains, as the house inside and outside is wet and covered with mud.
The leaking roof is even worse. All the basins in the house are not enough to collect water. It rains heavily outside and lightly inside.
Gao Qingya has a small dream, which is to live in a cement brick house like the ones in the city.
Zheng's eldest and second uncles both work on construction sites, and Zheng's eldest uncle is also a small contractor.
In the past two years, I have been building houses for people in the city with my men and have saved a lot of money. I am now preparing to demolish the old house and build a new house together with my brothers.
Huang Ying learned a lot of details about building a house from Zheng Dasao.
She estimated that building a two-story building with seven or eight rooms, including furniture, would cost only about 20,000 yuan.
"Then let's build a new house?" Huang Ying looked at her husband expectantly.
Gao Chongyi's heart warmed up and he looked at Old Lady Tian, "Build one?"
Old Mrs. Tian drank two mouthfuls of soup to slow down her pounding heart, and looked hesitantly at the sponsor.
Gao Qinghe made the decision: "Twenty thousand will be used to build the house. Dad, you will go to the village chief to approve the housing plot."
Gao Chongyi nodded heavily: "Okay!"
"Great!" Gao Qingya cheered, "I can finally live in a cement brick house!"
"Thank you, big sister. I love you the most!"
Jump up and hang on Gao Qinghe's back, it's like a koala hug.
Gao Qinghe narrowly avoided being strangled to death by the hand on his neck. He slapped his sister on the butt with his backhand, "Get out of here."
"Yes, my dear Queen." Gao Qingya playfully performed a skirt-lifting salute.
Unfortunately, I was wearing pants, so I could only hold up the air and pretend that I was wearing a dress.
The whole family couldn't help laughing and shook their heads.
Gao Qinghe played the guitar so hard that her sister's brain exploded. "Where did you learn that from?"
"TV, Princess Sissi, haven't you watched it?" Gao Qingya asked in surprise.
Gao Qinghe rubbed his nose and said, "Of course I have seen it, but it was in my previous life."
"There's still 30,000 left. Mom and Dad, keep it for now and see what you want to do."
Gao Qinghe frantically hinted to his parents that it was not too late to start a business now.
Gao Chongyi doesn't have any big ambitions and is very satisfied with his current life.
Huang Ying lowered her eyes in thought when her daughter mentioned this, considering what else she could do.
But this kind of thing couldn't be thought of in a short time, so he hid the money first and called Gao Chongyi to go find the village chief together.
Building a house is a big deal, and it may only happen once in a person's lifetime.
Both husband and wife wanted to do the best they could, but unfortunately they had no experience.
However, they knew that the village had to approve residential land before building a house.
You can't go to someone's house empty-handed, you have to bring something with you.
After just a visit to the store, within half a day, the entire Shanghe Village knew that the eldest daughter of the Gao family had made a lot of money and was going to build a new house for her family!
Zhong was the first one who didn't believe it.
"How can a 20-year-old girl earn so much money? I'm afraid she used all the betrothal money given to her to support her parents!"
That little expression was so sour and mean that it made people feel sick.
Gao Qinghe put on his sunglasses and walked straight past the Zhou family's gate, trying to avoid seeing anything.
Gao Qingya followed behind her sister, said "Pooh" towards the Zhou family's gate, and then continued to follow.
After running a few steps, stop and check if the red leather shoes on your feet are dirty.
If you get a speck of dirt on your hands, you have to squat down and wipe it off immediately.
Mrs. Zhong was sitting at the door spinning cotton thread. It was hard for her not to notice the bright red color. Suddenly, her heart was blocked and she sneered:
"Why are you pretending to be such a fool? You're so eager to show off just because you have a little money, like a nouveau riche."
Gao Qingya glanced at her proudly. These were the new shoes her sister bought for her. They were made of real cowhide and were high-end products bought from a big shopping mall in Shanghai.
Just show off, just show off!
Gao Qinghe couldn't stand his sister's cautious look, and frowned and said:
"If you want to wear it, wear it openly. I didn't buy you just this pair. You can change it when it gets worn out."
The volume was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Mrs. Zhong to hear.
The old lady took a deep breath and was almost pissed to death.
Gao Qingya nodded obediently, listened to her sister, walked with confidence, and never lowered her head again.
On the way, a villager asked curiously: "Where are you two going?"
Gao Qingya answered cheerfully: "Let's go to my uncle's house to discuss building a house!"
Gao Qinghe raised his eyebrows, Gao Qingya, this is too deliberate.
Gao Qingya immediately covered her mouth and kept a low profile.
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