The old man took out ten yuan and handed it to the old man, "Hey, buy some paper for burning. I've bought it all! If you and your brother have a fight, we'll burn it outside tonight."
Old man... "Master, ten dollars can buy several sacks, right?"
"Thanks to your filial piety, otherwise, I would have forgotten that I didn't send money to my father." The old man said lightly.
The old man smiled and said, "My grandfather can't spend so much."
"Is there anyone who thinks the money is too much? Give me some more money?" The old man looked at the old man.
Old man... just blame that bastard. Why did he mention the bandit for no reason?
Chen Chengping and Zhao Na were secretly happy and quickly slipped away.
Under the old man's gaze, the old man bought six large sacks of paper for burning and hired a tricycle to transport them. The paper seller kept praising the old man for being a filial younger generation and generous to his ancestors, and said that he would definitely make a fortune next year.
The old man had a blank expression on his face. He didn't know whether he would get rich next year, but he was sure that he wouldn't sleep today.
It's time to burn paper. The old man called out Mancang and the third brother and asked them to beat them out tonight so that they can burn paper tomorrow morning, so that the old man can have a good new year over there.
Mancang looked at the small mountain of yellow paper and swallowed his saliva. "Dad, can you save some for the Qingming Festival?"
"Can you wait until next year to eat? You reminded me that there is still Qingming Festival. Tell my dad to stop being a bandit down there." It's the father's fault if he doesn't educate his son well. Your son is talking nonsense, so you just have to eat some melon leftovers.
The warehouse is full...it's better to be an old man. It makes money quickly, otherwise it will be a waste of the younger generation.
The third brother looked at the big bags of yellow paper, and his eyes went dark. "Did my great grandfather come to you in your dream? He wants so much money?"
"For the prosperity of our family, your great grandfather will find you a position down there in advance," the old man said seriously.
The old lady couldn't help laughing. If that was the case, would he have to be poor forever before he could recover?
The father and his two sons looked at each other. They could not resist so they could only enjoy it. They stuck their assholes out and made clanging sounds for half the night. The sound echoed over the mansion. Mancang had no feeling in his kneeling legs and his knuckles were cracked. When he got up, his eyes went dark and he almost fell down.
I was so angry that I hit these two bastards each with a hammer. They were so rude!
The third brother's eyes were full of stars after being beaten. Didn't the grandfather say that the great grandfather was a bandit? Now he is being blamed?
The eldest brother also hit the third brother with a hammer, saying that it was all because of his bad mouth.
The third one...
When the old man heard the sound stop, he turned over and felt that the quilt was really warm.
It was already midnight, and the father and his two sons were staying in the third son's room for the night. They had just slept for a while when the old man woke them up again, "Hurry up and get up, burn some paper, and then we have to paste couplets. You are old and still can sleep. I don't know who I inherited this laziness from!"
Mancang glanced outside. It was pitch black. He looked at the clock. It was only four o'clock. His father really treated them like Japanese. Who would burn paper at four in the morning?
The father and his two sons were all hungry, but they dared not say a word. They quickly put on their clothes, had three big dark circles under their eyes, pushed six big bags of paper, found an empty crossroads, and started burning paper.
The old man looked at the balls of paper ashes that were blown up, and felt that his father had made a fortune. He could recruit soldiers and horses over there, and if everything went well, he would be able to become a big boss when he passed away. He would have to give more money to his ancestors in the future.
The third child knelt down and burned paper, mumbling, "Grandpa, please protect our family and make it smooth sailing next year, bless me to make three million next year, bless me to have two big sons next year..."
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