Chapter 129: Rebirth in the Nineties: The Tyrannical Flower Chapter 129 Repaying the Debt

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Seeing Chai Zhongxiao take out this money, his heart ached terribly.

But between money and face, Chai Zhongxiao chose face without hesitation.

And seeing Wang Huirong fidgeting, Chai Zhongxiao frowned and took the money: "Old lady's family..."

After complaining, Chai Zhongxiao counted them himself: there were hundred-yuan notes, fifty and twenty ones, but most were ten-yuan bills.

In this era, a hundred yuan was truly a large bill, and ordinary common people really didn't have many.

Chai Zhongxiao's income was actually very limited; it was just that the old man farmed more land, although most of the land was managed and worked by Chai Youqing and his wife, but this didn't stop Chai Zhongxiao from selling grain for money.

The second point was that Chai Zhongxiao's expenses weren't large; although Chai Zhongxiao often gave Chai You De some money, and Chai You De's two sons basically lived in Chai Zhongxiao's house eating and drinking, but Che Lianyun still earned money for his own two sons, so Chai Zhongxiao's expenses were indeed not large, and having some money was normal.

After counting once, Chai Zhongxiao still felt something was off, counted again, and finally handed it to Chai Youqing: "This is four thousand nine hundred twenty-five; you still owe me two thousand seventy-five."

Chai Youqing took it, counted it clearly, and indeed it was correct; the big stone in his heart finally fell.

He originally thought that since he had taken this money back, he would take more to show his face to his old mother Wang Huirong; after all, she was his biological mother...

With a bruised and swollen face, it indeed didn't look good; she couldn't even go out.

But after thinking for a moment, he still took out two hundred-yuan notes, one fifty-yuan note, totaling two hundred fifty yuan, and handed it to Chai Zhongxiao: "Dad, Chai Mi said her grandmother is the most pitiful; keep this two hundred fifty to show her grandmother's face."

"Get lost!" Before Chai Zhongxiao could speak, Wang Huirong immediately flew into a rage: "Who the hell gives two hundred fifty yuan as a gift? Isn't this deliberately finding fault? Your Chai Mi really isn't a thing... You come to ask for famine relief, then bring back two hundred fifty to humiliate me? Is this for me to look at my injuries? This clearly means you're afraid I'll die too early and want to anger me to death!"

In the Northeast, whether in the nineties or later generations, the meaning of "two hundred fifty" hasn't changed much.

"Two hundred fifty" might still have some favorable meaning in other regions, but in the Northeast, it has always been an insult.

A relatively refined insult.

Moreover, compared to people in other regions, people in the Northeast consider this number unlucky. If in daily life, when buying or selling and encountering this price, the buyer would actively add a few yuan; this is the real situation.

So, when Chai Youqing took out two hundred fifty yuan, Wang Huirong was immediately dissatisfied.

Not only was Wang Huirong dissatisfied, but Chai Zhongxiao was also extremely displeased; he asked with a gloomy face: "Eldest brother, what do you mean? Giving two hundred fifty yuan, deliberately making things difficult for your mother?"

"No no no... Chai Mi said, our family of five people, fifty yuan per person, to show her grandmother's injuries..."

Chai Zhongxiao: "......"

Wang Huirong: "......"

This at least sounded like human speech; although two hundred fifty was awkward, fifty yuan per person was barely acceptable.

Who has nothing to do but argue over money.

Wang Huirong muttered as she took the money, and only then did Chai Youqing leave.

Before leaving, Chai Zhongxiao repeatedly instructed: Eldest brother, you've repaid the money; when your third son's full-moon banquet comes, don't make it so shabby that people laugh at you!