Chapter 842

It's useless for them to calculate the accounts. This money must be known to Zhang Wang's family first. Not to mention anything else, let the old man be happy first.

However, Zhang Wang's family didn't react to the tens of thousands!

"How, how can it be so much?"

The old man murmured: "If I could earn so much, if I could earn so much..."

As he spoke, tears slid down the gullies on his weathered face, and his whole face was full of pain!

"Uncle..." Qiao Qiao was still holding a vine, looking at him at a loss.

Zhang Wang's family sat on the ground directly, first crying woo woo, then crying loudly: "It turns out I could earn so much... old woman... you died miserably, woo woo woo..."

Secretary Xiao Zhu hurriedly turned off the live broadcast room.

And the few young people on the slope didn't know what to say.

What to say?

Say that if the three children knew that this piece of land was worth so much money, would they have been willing to pay 50,000 yuan for their old mother's medical expenses?

Say that Ge Gen can sell for more than 100,000, if they exchanged 20,000 to treat their mother, would they be able to share this 100,000 every year?

But now there is no need to say anything.

The old lady didn't die because she was short of 50,000 yuan, she was clearly not short, but was angered to death by unfilial children.

Now, everyone stood there at a loss, and a treasure that was originally digging soil happily didn't know why it leaned over.

Finally, Cang Er stood quietly in front of Zhang Wang's family, and made a short "woof" from his throat! Then the wet and hot tongue licked his face.

Eh, salty? Lick it again!

Zhang Wang's family avoided his hot and smelly tongue in a hurry, and at this moment, tears didn't know why, but couldn't flow out.

He stood up slowly with Qiao Qiao's help, thought for a while, and took out a few insect pupae he had broken out at the beginning, tore them open in three or two strokes, took out the light yellow Ge Gen bug inside and handed it to Cang Er:

"This dog, has more heart than people."

Delicious! Never eaten! Tender meat!

All the treasures leaned over, and in a short while, they divided the ten or so insect pupae that Zhang Wang's family had broken out at the beginning.

Then the little old man was refreshed and picked up the sickle again:

"Isn't it just money? I've worked hard all my life, so I should earn big money and enjoy it—Qiao Qiao, you few, and the few dogs, don't help me for nothing, I'll pay you wages! Buy meat for them!"

Zhang Yanping suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh my, Uncle Zhang, Tan Tan pays you wages, and you pay us, what's the point of going back and forth?"

"We are not helping formally, just lending a hand. When your Ge Gen powder is done, send two jin to each of us to take back for our parents to taste."

"Okay! There is plenty of Ge Gen powder! Send five jin to each of you to take back for your parents to taste."

This time no one refused, even Secretary Xiao Zhu leaned over: "Oh my, you must do it carefully, and ask them to refer to a package later. When it's done, I'll bring goods for you in the live broadcast room!"

For a time, it was clearly a repetitive and boring labor day after day, but it made Zhang Wang's family deeply perceive stability.

However, Secretary Xiao Zhu is not the secretary of the Old Song family alone, and at this moment she also sincerely considers for Zhang Wang's family:

"I see that this Ge Gen still has prospects. If you are willing, find a piece of land later, and you can replant it yourself."

Planted ones are at most slightly lower in price, but they won't be unsellable.

Who knows Zhang Wang's family shook his head: "I'm old!"

"Now the Old Song family doesn't dislike me. When working, I either push the cart or the tricycle, and I don't need to exert much effort. I can get wages every month, and someone cooks. Life is stable."

"I plant Ge Gen myself, even if I have Little Sun to help me dig at a cheap price, but I am old, and sooner or later I won't have the strength to wash the powder."

"Besides, you only look at the income of more than 100,000 from this piece of land at once, but many of the Ge Gen here have not been dug by me for several years. The output of those planted in the year is not like this."

Poor farmers may not understand investment, but their calculation for every cent is far more detailed than any actuary.

Now, don't look at him getting 2,500 wages a month, but at his age, his body—don't be afraid of people laughing, when Song Tan hired him in the first half of the year, his foundation was actually collapsed!

Being able to get 2,500, and not needing to exert effort himself, really makes him feel at ease.

Now that there are more people at home, he is arranged to watch the cattle and sheep, and he doesn't need to exert effort, just be careful.

Since this is the case, what else can he be picky about?

Now that he heard Secretary Xiao Zhu say this, he didn't feel embarrassed as before, anyway, he was generous:

"Anyway, the government takes care of us old people a lot now. I will do some work at the Old Song family when I can move, and when I can't move, the government can also be responsible for my funeral... I am satisfied!"

Secretary Xiao Zhu looked at his relaxed appearance, and didn't know why, but she also nodded: "Don't worry!"

And Qiao Qiao heard this and couldn't help saying: "What funeral? Is it the thing after death? Grandpa said at dinner that the family relies on the villagers, and if there are no descendants to handle the funeral for the elderly in the village later, he will pay for the Taoist ritual..."

He didn't know much about this, and at this moment stretched out his hand: "Grandpa said, do it for one day!"

And then took back his finger and turned to look at Secretary Xiao Zhu: "What is called doing a Taoist ritual, doing it for one day?"

His question didn't get an answer, and Zhang Wang's family on that side had already reddened his eyes again, nodding repeatedly at this moment:

"Good! Good! Your Old Song family has a good heart! I know... I am satisfied even if I close my eyes now..."

Qiao Qiao was blank.

Secretary Xiao Zhu shook her head and sighed, and only said after Zhang Wang's family went to the side to wipe his tears: "Song Qiao Qiao, ah Song Qiao Qiao, you said if your thinking and head were normal, who could resist your sweet words!"

Ah?

Qiao Qiao shook his head in confusion: "I don't have sweet words!"

"Yes!" Secretary Xiao Zhu sighed: "You are just too good at choosing the timing to attack the heart."

The thinking of the elderly in the village is different from today's young people. They don't avoid life and death, but they take funerals very seriously.

Whose family doesn't do "things"—that is, dharma rituals, Taoist rituals—when the elderly pass away, it's really not glorious for the whole family. Many elderly people even ask how many days to do the ritual before they leave...

Just what Secretary Xiao Zhu knows, the two elderly people who passed away due to illness in the village last year, their families did a day and a half of dharma rituals, which is already quite good here.

Now Zhang Wang's family says that the funeral is worry-free and relies on the government, but the government doesn't do this!

Qiao Qiao chose the timing to say this...

Good heavens!

In the future, Zhang Wang's family will have to take the Old Song family's affairs more seriously than their own!

"Little smart egg!" Secretary Xiao Zhu couldn't help it, and rubbed Qiao Qiao's head hard.