Zhou Dazhu was eager to curry favor with Zhou Bingchen, and he was incredibly efficient in getting things done.
Two minutes later, Zhou Dazhu's proof was completed.
Looking at the bright red official seal on the certificate, Zhou Bingchen was filled with emotion.
In his dream, because of this certificate, he followed Zhou Fugui to find Zhou Dazhu that night, only to be tricked and lose his life. Even in death, Zhou Bingchen never obtained this certificate.
Now, this certificate is in Zhou Bingchen's hands.
Could this be considered a narrow escape?
"What? Are you worried that my certificate isn't written properly? Don't worry, I've been a brigade leader for so many years, writing a certificate is no problem for me." Zhou Dazhu teased Zhou Bingchen when he saw him looking at the certificate for a long time.
"Captain, your handwriting is really good. You must have practiced it." Zhou Bingchen smiled, folded the certificate, and put it into his pocket.
"Haha, Bingchen, you have a good eye! I've really put in a lot of effort to improve my handwriting. After becoming the brigade leader, I'll be going to meetings at the commune often and writing reports frequently. My scrawled handwriting won't do." Zhou Dazhu was tickled by Zhou Bingchen's words and couldn't help but boast about himself.
Zhou Bingchen also casually praised Zhou Dazhu a few times.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhou Bingchen said, "Captain, there's something else I need to trouble you with today. My family is dividing up our assets, could you come over and be a witness?"
"Your family is splitting up? I didn't hear Uncle Fugui mention it just now!" Zhou Dazhu was very surprised.
Every time Zhou Bingchen came home, Zhou Fugui would run up to Zhou Dazhu and brag about it.
When Zhou Bingchen arrived at the brigade headquarters, Zhou Fugui had just left not long ago.
“It was my second brother who suggested dividing the family property. Maybe… they felt that since I’m away from home most of the year, Pearl and the two children are taking advantage of the family.” Zhou Bingchen said with a wry smile.
“This Zhou Bingxing is really muddleheaded! You send twenty yuan home every month! That's enough to support five or six people. Your Zhenzhu is so capable, she earns a lot of work points and gets a lot of grain in the production team every year! In her spare time, she even makes clothes for everyone. How could your third branch possibly take advantage of the other two branches?” Zhou Dazhu couldn’t help but speak up for Zhou Bingchen.
“Since the brothers have grievances, it’s better to divide the family property. Captain, could you please be our witness? And could you please uphold justice?” Zhou Bingchen sighed and said.
"Okay, let's go!" Zhou Dazhu hurriedly packed up his paper and pen and stood up.
Zhou Fugui's home.
Zhao Zhenzhu was utterly astonished when she heard what Zhou Fugui and his two sons said.
bullion?
Zhou Fugui actually had a jar of gold bars in his hand?
In his previous life, after Zhou Bingchen died, the Zhou family's fortunes plummeted.
Without the subsidies from the Zhao family and the allowance from Zhou Bingchen, the Zhou family could barely afford meat twice a year. Zhou Fugui, who used to enjoy drinking, also rarely drank anymore.
Until the day Zhao Zhenzhu died, Zhou Fugui's family remained stably poor.
Zhou Fugui is a person who likes to enjoy life. If he had a jar of gold bars in his past life, he would never have been able to live such a poor life.
The Zhou family had been poor for generations. When Zhao Zhenzhu first married into the Zhou family, she heard from the villagers that Zhou Fugui's parents had almost starved to death one year.
Where did Zhou Fugui get the gold bars? Did someone really put them there for him?
Based on what Zhou Fugui and his sons said, Zhao Zhenzhu guessed a few places where Zhou Fugui hid gold bars.
A cold smile appeared on Zhao Zhenzhu's face.
Zhou Zhenzhu decided to "accept" this fortune with a smile, considering it as collecting some interest on the four lives her family had taken in their previous lives.
As Zhao Zhenzhu was making plans in her mind, Zhou Bingchen brought Zhou Dazhu home.
"Uncle Fugui, is your family really going to split up?" Zhou Dazhu asked Zhou Fugui as soon as he entered the door.
"A tree that grows big and branches out, there's nothing I can do about it," Zhou Fugui said, deliberately feigning a worried expression.
“Alright, then I’ll write you the division agreement.” Zhou Dazhu took out the pen clipped to his shirt pocket, spread out the paper, and asked, “Uncle Fugui, have you discussed this? How will the property be divided? After the division, who will you and your spouse live with? What are the plans for your retirement? Tell me in detail, and I’ll write it all down for you in a bit.”
“The third son is very stubborn; he said he doesn’t want any of the family’s property.” Before Zhou Fugui could speak, Zhou Bingxing jumped in.
"Uncle Fugui, are you in charge of your household now, or is Zhou Bingxing in charge?" Zhou Dazhu asked unhappily.
Zhou Bingxing was incompetent, lazy, and greedy.
Such a person is destined to amount to nothing, and Zhou Dazhu looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.
When they met on the street, Zhou Dazhu would not even glance at Zhou Bingxing.
When Zhou Dazhu and Zhou Fugui were talking, Zhou Bingxing interrupted, which offended Zhou Dazhu.
"Second brother, shut up! Get out of here!" Zhou Fugui cursed.
Zhou Fugui knew that Zhou Dazhu was unhappy, and this sentence was deliberately meant for Zhou Dazhu to hear.
Unfortunately, Zhou Bingxing did not cooperate.
“The third brother said it himself, not me,” Zhou Bingxing said, still somewhat unconvinced.
“This…” Zhou Fugui was somewhat tempted.
Zhou Fugui was also eager to not have to give anything to Zhou Bingchen.
The second child is right. He's not their biological child; it's already quite an achievement that they were able to raise him.
Zhou Fugui felt he was losing out when he divided his property among Zhou Bingchen.
"Uncle Fugui, you have such a big house, and you won't even give Bingchen a room? Over the years, Bingchen must have sent more than two thousand yuan home, right? Uncle Fugui, you should think this through. Don't you need Bingchen to support you in your old age?" Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but remind him when he saw this.
In Zhoujia Village, the custom is that when the family divides the property, the parents do not give anything to their children, and the children are not obligated to support their parents in their old age.
Even the poorest families would give each son a few bowls or a pot when they divided the property.
"No way! My second sister and I raised Bingchen all these years and even helped him get married. How could we not share our things with him?" Zhou Fugui quickly retorted after realizing what was happening.
“Uncle Fugui, it’s good that you know what you’re doing. First, tell me how you’re going to divide the house and the money?” Zhou Dazhu asked.
“We don’t have any money left at home! My second sister just got scammed, so we won’t split the few dollars we have. We’ll keep them for ourselves in case of an emergency. The houses the children live in will belong to whichever family lives there now. If anyone doesn’t want them anymore, they should be sold to the two brothers first. Only if the brothers don’t want them can they be sold to outsiders,” Zhou Fugui said after a moment’s thought.
After being reminded by Zhou Dazhu, Zhou Fugui decided to give a room to Zhou Bingchen.
Otherwise, we won't be able to receive Zhou Bingchen's retirement money anymore.
"Uncle Fugui, will you live on your own or with one of your sons from now on? Will you divide the remaining house when you get old?" Zhou Dazhu asked.
When Zhou Dazhu said "old," he actually meant "dead."
In rural areas, there are many taboos. People generally don't say "dead" directly, but instead use "old" or "gone" instead.
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