The New Year's Eve dinner lasted until very late before everyone parted ways.
After the meal ended, only half a fish remained of the large table of food. If it weren't for the auspicious meaning of "abundance year after year," that half fish wouldn't have been left at all.
The group of people, having enjoyed their meal, spontaneously cleared the table, washed the dishes, and then rested.
Because they slept during the day, Bling and Sangs couldn't sleep well at night. And thanks to their social death experience in the morning, Bling refused the suggestion to exercise together.
But what if you can't fall asleep during the long night?
Of course, it's about counting money!
"Counting money? Are you sure?" Sangshen looked at Buling with a curious expression.
Bling nodded firmly: "Yes, it's about counting money."
"At the end of the year, we should at least have a clear understanding of our income, right?" Bu Ling said righteously.
Mulberry muttered under her breath, "What does this have to do with me?"
Bling was quite pleased with his sensibility: "It's all about participation!"
The main problem is that she can't sleep, and if she has money but no one knows about it, isn't that like wearing fine clothes in the dark?
But in this day and age, flaunting one's wealth is a particularly foolish thing to do, so she can only show off to mulberries.
She took the key, opened the box in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), took out a small box, and then, using her body as cover, opened the small box. In that instant, she took money from her storage space and put it inside, then turned around.
"Look, this is all our family's assets." Of course, this does not include premarital property.
“Let’s count it together, half for each of us.” With that, Buling divided the money in two.
Sangshen was speechless: "Don't you already know the size of our finances? Is there any need to count it again?"
"Besides, isn't there a ledger? Just look at the ledger, right?" Sangzhen was quite confused by Buling's actions.
Upon hearing this, Bu Ling rolled her eyes at him: "What do you know? This is the happiness of a rich woman. If you, a vulgar person, don't understand, then shut up."
“Okay, rich Lingling, isn’t it a case of everyone who sees it gets a share?” Sangshen suddenly broadened her horizons.
"Dream on!" Bling snatched the ledger back from Sangshen's hands: "Don't count it, just watch from the side."
"Huh? Honey, give me another chance?" Sangzhen tried to seduce Buling with her beauty.
Bling earnestly lectured: "No, once an opportunity is missed, it will never come again."
"Don't mess around, I'm counting the money, you keep an eye on the girl!" Buling pushed her away and began counting the money with great interest.
"These are your two passbooks, totaling 60,000." Bu Ling took out two passbooks first and put them into the money box.
Mulberry nodded in agreement.
"Then there's the profit sharing from my greenhouse vegetables and soap. This year, plus the end of last year, it totals 3,653. Xie Dong gave me a round number, 3,660." Bu Ling counted out the corresponding amount according to the ledger.
At her request, Xie Dong found her only high-end black-plated items, which would be extremely valuable in the future.
"Xie Dong is so stingy!" Sangshen scoffed. "He only gave you seven extra dollars?"
"Don't interrupt!" Bling scolded him.
Mulberry, shut up obediently.
"And then there's your black market commission over the past two years. Thanks to my soap and greenhouse vegetables, your commission has also reached a new high, totaling 13,000 over the two years," Buling calculated.
Mulberry exclaimed in surprise, "So many?"
Bu Ling nodded perfunctorily: "Oh, right, I forgot you don't know, Xie Dong handed it over directly to me, didn't he tell you?"
Mulberry gritted her teeth: "Absolutely not."
Bu Lingmu said emotionally, "That's between you two brothers, it has nothing to do with me."
Mulberry: ...
This cold-blooded woman.
"These are the big ones, a total of 76,660." Bling used a wide strip of cloth to tie the money up in thousands of bills, leaving the remaining 660 bills aside for now.
"The last thing left is the red envelopes everyone gave us when we got married, and the red envelopes our family gave us when Little Star was born, totaling 7,500 yuan."
Sangshen, who had been listening quietly to the conversation, asked, "How many of Little Star's do we have? Should we keep a separate one for her?"
“There’s no need for that,” Bu Ling refused. “We only have this one daughter. All these things will be hers in the future. Why make it so complicated?” The premise is that they are dead.
“That’s true,” Sangshen agreed.
"Don't speak, you're interrupting my thoughts!" Bling nudged him.
"Okay." Sangshen made a zipping motion and manually shut her mouth.
"What's left is our combined annual salary. After deducting expenses, we'll have seventy-two yuan left at the end of the year."
"So little?" Sang Shen was astonished.
"What do you think?" Bu Ling glanced at him. "Don't you realize that we've been eating, drinking, and using the best things this year? We even gave our eldest daughter the very best of everything."
“If it weren’t for the occasional subsidies from your brother and my brother, we might be in debt all year round.”
Sangshen shut down his microphone and carefully recalled his family's life over the past year. In the end, he had to admit that Lingling's words made sense.
Both he and Lingling have salaries, which should be enough to support the whole family. But the reality is that the whole family is supporting the two of them, and they don't have much left from their salaries.
If this happened in someone else's home, the whole family would be in trouble.
Since we're on the topic, Buling decided to have a proper discussion with Sangshen about this year's expenses: "You know, our combined annual salaries are over six hundred, where did all of that go?"
"It can't be that there are only seventy-two left, right? Sixty of those seventy-two is the rent that Sister Ru just gave me before the New Year." Late at night, Bu Ling spoke her heart to Sang Shen.
Sangshen thought to herself, "He doesn't handle money, how would he know?"
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