Chapter 904

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

As the Three Rurals entrepreneurship continued to deepen, Wang Erhai became busy.

He had to manage village committee affairs, his own farm affairs, and the New Era Restaurant in town.

It could be said he was busy beyond measure.

Even busier than when he managed the Mountain-Sea Real Estate Branch Company in the county town.

Although the money he could earn now, compared to what he could earn when doing real estate before, was a mere drop in the bucket.

But he didn't mind this at all.

As long as every day passed fulfillingly, that was enough!

The biggest advantage of entrepreneurship in the countryside is that competition isn't that fierce, and you won't be anxious like before.

This day, just after he returned from working in the fields, Li Xiulan discovered his whole person had darkened a whole circle compared to before.

She couldn't help but feel heartache:

"Take it easy with the work, don't be so overly ambitious, you're a village cadre, running a farm, and still have to manage that restaurant in town, do you think you have three heads and six arms!"

Wang Erhai showed a radiant smile:

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not tired, I'm doing great!"

Li Xiulan "tsk"ed:

"Your eldest brother's biggest shortcoming is stubbornness, while your biggest shortcoming is being overly ambitious, wanting to expand the scale of everything you do!"

Wang Erhai was stunned, and had to admit, his mother's words were very right.

Initially when he did real estate intermediary in the county town, he also had great ambition, wanting to swallow the sales agency rights for the majority of the county's properties in one gulp.

As a result, Zhang Sheng played a dirty trick, his capital chain snapped, and the company instantly died.

Now returning to the countryside to start a business, he absolutely could not repeat the same mistakes.

After being reminded by his mother, Wang Erhai finally had some psychological preparedness.

He decided to slow his pace.

The matter of planting fruit trees, put it on hold for now.

Wait until the chicken and fish farming are going well, then go plant fruit trees.

As for that mountain land he secured, not planting fruit trees, it still couldn't be wasted, so just use it for a chicken farm.

Raise more chickens, anyway chicks don't cost much money.

Not buying feed, only feeding homegrown grain, raising chickens also won't cost much.

"Mom, thank you for reminding me, if you hadn't said so, I might have made a mistake again!"

Wang Erhai sincerely thanked his mother.

He was no longer like before, thinking everything he did was right, others were wrong, others were all inferior to him.

That sense of inflation brought by career success, he no longer had it.

Now he had more rationality and reality, able to think about things rationally, humbly accepting others' opinions or suggestions.

Mother and son were chatting, at this moment, Yao Aina carrying her grandson Zhang Jiajun walked in.

"Aunt Aina, is something the matter?"

Li Xiulan asked with a smile.

Yao Aina's eyes were bloodshot, almost about to cry:

"My husband... he... he's gone..."

Hearing this news, Li Xiulan's face immediately showed surprise.

Wang Erhai also found it a bit hard to accept this news.

A few days ago he still went to find Zhang Zhongtian.

He knew Zhang Zhongtian's days were numbered, yet still didn't expect he would go this fast.

"Aunt Aina, please accept my condolences."

Wang Erhai hurriedly comforted Yao Aina, and also said:

"If there's anything you need help with, just say the word."

Yao Aina couldn't help but cry out:

"With my husband gone like this, this family has lost its backbone, Zhiqiang is crippled again, how will we live in the future." Yao Aina having this worry is not without reason.

The money Zhang Zhongtian earned through hardship his whole life, was all spent in the recent year.

Before, Li Xiaohe committed suicide, their family compensated Li Xiaohe's parents 200,000.

Later Zhang Zhiqiang had a car accident killing someone, spent 500,000 to settle with the deceased's family.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiqiang's rehabilitation fees, and Zhang Zhongtian's cancer treatment costs, were two more large sums.

Now the entire Zhang family, besides having an empty super-large villa in the countryside, really has nothing left.

The car sold, the shop sold.

Even that house in the county town has already been sold.

"Aunt Aina, when is your husband's funeral?"

Li Xiulan sighed, asked.

"I don't know either."

Yao Aina shook her head, utterly dejected:

"When do you say is good?"

Wang Erhai then asked:

"When was Xiao He's funeral held before?"

"Xiao He passed three days before the funeral."

Yao Aina answered honestly:

"But that was because the situation was special; you also know, Xiao He didn't pass normally."

Li Xiulan then said:

"Ask those seventy- or eighty-year-old old people in the village; some rules, only they understand, I don't understand too well either. If it really won't work, then invite a shiye lao over to preside."

Yao Aina wiped her tears:

"Where would that money come from... Sigh, not talking about me, I'll go notify the other families; once the funeral time is set, I'll come tell you again..."

Yao Aina held her grandson and turned around to leave.

Her grandson in her arms, obedient, yet his eyes held some sorrow:

"Grandmother, is my grandpa dead..."

Compared to his carefree attitude when his mother passed away, Zhang Jiajun now, facing his grandpa's passing, surprisingly showed a sorrowful expression on his small little face.

But this is also normal; Zhang Zhongtian doted on this grandson exceptionally while alive, often taking his grandson to the county town to play; he was closer to his grandpa, so now that his grandpa is gone, he would naturally be sad.

"He didn't die, he just went to another place."

Yao Aina never said the word "die" from beginning to end; she only said "passed," that is a tacit rule passed down in the rural area, the dead are not spoken of as dead, only as passed, it is reverence for death, is respect for life.

"Where did he go? I miss Grandpa, I want to go find him."

"He went to a very, very far place; your mom is also there; he went to visit your mom; when you grow up, later become old, only then can you go see him."

"I don't want that; how long would that take? I still want my grandpa to buy me popsicles to eat!"

Zhang Jiajun wailed and cried, demanding his grandpa buy him popsicles.

"Don't cry, I'll go to the small shop to buy you one in a bit!"

Yao Aina said so.

Zhang Jiajun still cried:

"I don't want the popsicle you buy; I only want the popsicle Grandpa buys!"

Zhang Jiajun cried louder and louder, heart-rending.

But after Yao Aina went to the small shop and bought popsicles, he still couldn't resist his craving and ate them up.

With popsicle in his mouth, he stopped crying.

After all, he's still a child; what does he understand of what sadness is, what farewell forever is, what death is.

He only knows his grandpa went to a very, very far place; that place, his mom is also there; he will also go to that place in the future.

Wang Zhanggen returned from the construction site, only then learning of Zhang Zhongtian's passing.

"Sigh, didn't expect Zhang Zhongtian also passed..."

Wang Zhanggen sighed, expression incomparably heavy:

"They've all passed; I reckon it's not far for me either."

A feeling of rabbit dies fox grieves welled up in his heart.

Fear of death has always troubled Wang Zhanggen.

Before he feared death; now he still fears death.

It won't be because he's grown old that he'll see it lightly.

After all, in human genes, fixed instructions were long ago inscribed, making people naturally fear death.

Facing death, easy to say; but to truly do it requires enormous courage.