Lin Ziyan had just returned home.
"Ayan, hurry to the vegetable garden! Your great-grandmother is fighting with someone there!" a village aunt shouted.
The chubby girl had just stepped one foot into the doorway when she turned and walked out.
Lin Atai got into a fight?
Is 90-year-old Ah Tai really that fierce? She even gets into fights?
"What? My great-grandmother got into a fight? Auntie, you must be mistaken."
Lin Ziyan put down her things, immediately ran out, and asked a few questions.
"That's right, they got into a fight with Wei Sheng's grandmother."
Upon hearing this, the chubby girl took off running towards the vegetable garden.
Lin Ziyan's brow twitched, and she ran over after them.
They arrived at the vegetable garden, but saw no one, only heard cursing.
"It's by the stream," the aunt who brought the news called out as she caught up.
The stream in the vegetable garden is located in a low-lying area, and you can't see what's going on the other side unless you're close by.
Lin Ziyan ran along the path and saw two disheveled old men wrestling together.
The two of them had lost their sandals somewhere and were covered in mud.
Lin Atai clearly had the upper hand; her hair was just messy, but her hands weren't scratched.
Qin Atai was different; his face and hands were scratched red.
The chubby girl swallowed hard when she saw this scene.
Why are these two old ladies fighting so fiercely?
"Grandma, stop hitting her." Lin Ziyan stepped forward and pulled Grandma aside.
The onlookers took the opportunity to pull Qin Atai away, preventing her from going any further.
Qin Atai cursed loudly, her voice full of energy!
When the village party secretary arrived, she was still cursing, but he was pulled away by his wife who had arrived.
"Old woman Qin, if I hear you spreading rumors about my family again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
Lin Atai turned in the direction Qin Atai had left and shouted loudly.
Lin Ziyan, "..."
She had never seen Ah Tai yell at anyone before; this was the first time.
Moreover, after yelling, she put on sandals as if nothing had happened, and took a red bucket to the stream to fetch water.
Lin Ziyan's lips twitched, and she shook her head helplessly.
The village party secretary didn't dare say a word and left with his hands behind his back.
"Grandma, let me help you." The chubby girl stepped forward and picked up the water bucket.
Lin Atai put down the bucket, took off the hair clip, and clipped her hair back on.
"Don't stay here, go home, it's very sunny here." She straightened her hair, said this, then caught up with the chubby girl, grabbed the bucket, and headed towards her own vegetable garden.
Dark clouds gathered, a sweltering heat swept in, and the sea breeze carried the heat with it.
The other side of the sea was already pitch black.
"Bang!"
The thunder seemed to pierce the sky.
Just as Lin Ziyan and Atai ran back to the courtyard, a torrential downpour began.
When the two returned home, neither of them mentioned what had just happened.
Lin Ziyan had a pretty good idea of what was going on; it must have been that Aunt Qin had spread some rumors about her, and that's why Aunt Qin stood up for her.
She also felt that it would be good to have a fight, so that her grandmother could vent all the emotions she had been suppressing.
"Ah Yan, come in with me." After putting down the bucket and carefully washing her hands, Lin Atai went into the inner room.
Lin Ziyan followed her inside, pursing her lips.
"This is the savings book your uncle had someone give me last time. It's not very useful for you, but you can take it if you need it." Grandma Lin took out an iron box from the cabinet.
She opened the box and took out a brand new red savings book.
Lin Ziyan: "Grandma, I don't need it."
"Take it, I know you need the money right now." Lin Atai stuffed the passbook into her hand.
"Just think of it as Grandma... making an investment..."
She thought for a moment, and it seemed that Ah Wen had said this word when he came back last time.
Grandma Lin felt that instead of keeping the money in the bank to earn interest, it would be better to give it to her granddaughter.
"Grandma, you even know about investing?" Lin Ziyan asked with a smile.
She has about 5,000 yuan in hand now. She spent more than 2,000 yuan building the new shrimp farm last time, otherwise it would be more.
The family spends at most 20 yuan a month on oil, rice, and flour. Even if they buy meat, fish, and other things, the total monthly cost doesn't exceed 50 yuan.
Lin Ziyan really doesn't need her grandmother to take out the retirement money her uncle gave her.
"What Ah Wen said, how would I understand?" Lin Atai smiled as she picked up a palm-leaf fan and waved it.
Lin Ziyan opened the passbook and saw the 0 after the 1. She raised an eyebrow. It was a 7-digit number.
In an era when even households with 10,000 yuan were rare, this was an astronomical figure.
Of course, even in modern times, that would be a huge sum of money.
"Grandma, I really don't need it right now. I'll ask you for it when I need it." Lin Ziyan put the passbook into the metal box.
Grandma Lin nodded, "Our family isn't short of money, don't overwork yourself."
When her granddaughter returned home with a knee injury last time, Grandma Lin wanted to give her the savings book.
Those thugs must have been acting under orders when they approached Ayan; otherwise, why would they specifically name her and try to kidnap her?
Grandma Lin felt sorry for her granddaughter, but she couldn't let her give up and stop running the shrimp farm.
Lin Ziyan said, "I don't feel tired at all; on the contrary, I enjoy it."
"That's good. How did the exam go?" Lin Atai remembered and hurriedly asked.
Lin Ziyan chuckled, "I told you I'd bring my university diploma back, and I'll put it in this tin box so you can keep it safe."
Lin Atai smiled, the lines at the corners of her eyes deepening, and nodded, "That's good. I'll show it to Awen next time he comes back."
The rain and mist filled the air, making the entire courtyard appear hazy.
A faint floral fragrance drifted on the breeze, carrying with it moisture, a truly refreshing scent.
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The next day, at the county ice factory
The continuous heavy rain meant that most of the workers at the ice factory did not come.
Factory director Wei Feng sat in his office smoking, with no intention of going home.
He didn't take what happened in town last time seriously.
Unexpectedly, one time after his wife's brother had been drinking, he vomited and revealed that he was the one who helped pull the person out of the water that time.
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