Chapter 22: Rebirth in the Nineties: The Tyrannical Flower Chapter 22: Old Matters

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

"My mother couldn't stand steady at the time, her legs went weak. The doctor was afraid my mother had a leg problem, so he ordered an examination." Chai Mi said as such.

Chai Mi was just an ordinary commoner; at the hospital, if the doctor said to examine something, you had to examine it. Besides, Su Wan really couldn't stand steady back then, so examining her legs wasn't much of a problem.

Liu Zhanggui couldn't help but click his tongue, then nodded: "That's right. With this thing, you don't feel at ease until the examination is done and there's nothing wrong. What should be spent, we have to spend."

Liu Zhanggui knows how to speak; no matter when, people always come first. Money can be earned again if it's gone, but if a person is gone, there's nothing left at all.

Since the money was truly spent, over two thousand on medical treatment plus miscellaneous fees, that three thousand yuan wasn't too much.

"Seventh Uncle, the money was spent a bit much. But it was all spent in the right place, so there's nothing to say about that. What about your side—how exactly have you decided? Everyone knows about Chai Mi's mother being hospitalized; it's a real illness from overwork." Liu Zhanggui paused, then began giving Chai Zhongxiao a lesson on ethics: "Chai Mi's mother is your family's daughter-in-law; by reason and emotion, we say that no matter what illness she gets, we must treat her even if we smash pots and sell bowls, kowtow and kneel before the stove, right?"

After Liu Zhanggui said this, Chai Zhongxiao had no way to say anything else.

"Treating illness costs money; how much is up to the hospital, not us. Three thousand-plus is a bit much, but there's no way around it, is there?"

Before Liu Zhanggui finished speaking, Chai Zhongxiao finally stated his position: "No, the money is too much. The family doesn't have that much money. Even if I wanted to give, I can't afford it, right? And I have three sons; even if that plot of land is mine, it has to be divided equally into three shares, right? So I'll pay one thousand yuan—no problem with that, right?"

Liu Zhanggui looked at Chai Mi with some difficulty; after all, Chai Zhongxiao said it, and it wasn't wrong.

"What equal division into three shares? That plot of land was reclaimed ownerless land; no one else went to work it, so why divide it equally into three shares?" Chai Mi frowned. "Grandfather, by what you're saying, this old house should also be divided equally into three shares, so why does my Third Uncle live in it alone?"

"Wasn't it determined by drawing lots when the family split back then?" Chai Zhongxiao quibbled.

"Drawing lots? Don't think I don't know about you faking the drawing of lots." Chai Mi said coldly: "Back when you drew lots, the paper slips written by Day Black Sky—let my father, being the eldest, draw first—but among those few paper slips, every one was a backyard courtyard; as long as my father drew first, he would definitely be assigned one to move out to."

As soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers immediately started making a fuss.

"I didn't!!!" Chai Zhongxiao gritted his teeth and said: "Chai Mi, don't spout nonsense and talk rubbish. It's just that plot of land; if you want it, I'll give it to you. But you absolutely must not smear my name. How could I possibly fake the drawing of lots when splitting the family?!"

"Words without proof."

"I'll write you a written agreement."

Wang Huirong still wanted to say something, but Chai Zhongxiao glared her back into silence with one eye.

Chai Youde also deeply understood the stakes; regarding the matter of splitting the family back then... absolutely must not let eldest brother Chai Youqing know...

No one opposed it, so Liu Zhanggui simply took out a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen, preparing to wrap this matter up neatly. In this era, it was like this: anyone with a bit of status wore a ballpoint pen on their chest and carried a small notebook in their pocket—it was perfectly normal.

In this era, carrying a ballpoint pen on one's person was as common as carrying a mobile phone in later generations; it was the way of the times.