"I'll just buy a small one, closer to you all. If I pass away, can you help me look after Xiao Yuan?" Grandpa Ge said frankly, indicating that he would be troubling these old neighbors in the future.
"Uncle Ge, don't worry. Now that you're gone, I'll take care of Grandma Yuan. You and Grandma Yuan don't need to worry about your retirement. You two have a house, which is enough for you to live in. I'm just lending a hand," Bai Qiancheng said with a smile. The couple had lived a good life over the years, and Uncle Ge had helped them a lot. In Bai Qiancheng's heart, Uncle Ge was even closer than his own grandfather.
"You're a good child," Grandpa Ge said, his eyes reddening. Aunt Yuan wiped her eyes; the old man always thought of her.
When Wu Zhiqi got home, he told his grandfather and grandmother that he had bought two houses.
The old man and woman weren't surprised. They knew that their eldest son's family had bought quite a few houses over the years, and the relocation compensation alone would have taken a toll on their wealth. Having money to buy property was the right thing to do.
"If this house is demolished, you two brothers will split it equally. We also have a few other houses, and if there are any changes in the future, you two brothers will still split them equally. All the things we have now will be divided equally between Li Mei and Li Xiu. No matter if I'm still your mother, I'll live with you two brothers. Eldest brother, you can make the arrangements then," the old man instructed Li Mancang.
"Dad, where are those things?" Li Mancang pointed in the direction of the mansion, where there were many things buried underground.
“Let’s donate it all. It’s too much trouble for us to handle those things. We were so afraid of being poor before that we couldn’t resist money. Now we have more than we could spend in several lifetimes. Let’s return it to the country. Poverty breeds cunning, while wealth fosters conscience. We don’t need to take that risk now,” the old man said calmly.
"Yes, I'll listen to Dad." All these years, those things haven't been touched, and there's no need to touch them now. But Zhao Xiaochuan and Old Man Guan's things have to be given to them.
A commotion then came from the front yard.
Wu Zhiqi craned his neck to look outside and saw a blurry image of a loudspeaker. The old lady was in her seventies, but her legs were still so fast.
"Mom, I'm going to take a look," Chunni said, jogging after her.
In the front yard, Aunt Zhang, who hadn't returned since moving away, sat crying in front of her old house. Aunt Zhang was very thin, and her voice was weak and feeble.
Zhang's sons and daughters-in-law stood menacingly at the door.
The new neighbors have lived here for many years, but they only exchange greetings with the other residents and don't have any close relationships.
Grandpa Ge sat inside watching the commotion through the window, while Aunt Yuan came over with melon seeds and gave a handful to Da Laba and Chunni.
"What's going on? Why is Old Zhang back?" the loudspeaker asked.
"My goodness, this family is really something else. They heard that our alley is being demolished and they regret selling their house, so they've come to ask for it back," Aunt Yuan said disdainfully.
Loudspeaker...
Chunni… “Can you really go back on your word?”
The loudspeaker cracked a sunflower seed and said, "Regret is inevitable. Anyone who's sold a house in this area knows about the relocation and regrets it. They can slap their thighs in regret when they're at home, but what's the point of making a scene here?"
"Who wouldn't say that? Taking advantage of her old age and loose skin, she's being unreasonable." Aunt Yuan and Aunt Zhang didn't get along to begin with, and now she couldn't stand it even more.
"Why hasn't Uncle Zhang come back?" The loudspeaker didn't see Uncle Zhang.
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