There are many things in the world, ones, twos, and threes, especially in Liu Hongmei's opinion, it is natural for her daughter to send money to her home after she makes money.

She always has to pay off her if she has worked so hard to raise her so much, right?

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Fan’s home.

When the New Year’s Eve dinner was halfway through, Liu Hongmei put down her chopsticks again and asked Zhang Zhenzhen: "How much money have you earned this year?"

Accompanied by Liu Hongmei's voice, the air on the entire dining table suddenly solidified as before.

However, this time, it was not Zhang Youde's cough that broke the deadlock first. Zhang Zhenzhen chewed and swallowed the rice in her mouth.

His eyes slowly swept across her younger brother Zhang Wenbin and mother Liu Hongmei's face, and finally stopped on her father's face and asked, "Dad, is there any shortage of money in the family again? Where is the ten thousand I brought to you before?"

Not long ago, Zhang Fan transferred 10,000 yuan to his family in her name.

She has a hurdle in her heart for such a thing, so she never takes the initiative to pay.

And if Zhang Fan did this, she would not object, but would breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Youde looked away with guilt for the first time. His family has paid off all the debts he had owed when he started the house. In addition, the price of pork has increased a lot this year, so his income is higher than in previous years.

Another thing I have come down this time is to discuss with Zhang Fan’s father and repair the graves of Zhang Fan and Zhang Wenbin’s grandparents, at least not worse than those of other families in the village.

Zhang Youde's Adam's apple moved, and he didn't know how to answer his daughter's question.

My younger brother Zhang Youwei is now thinking about helping Zhang Fan buy a house in Beijing. As Zhang Wenbin’s father, he has to save some money in order to help him buy a house in a big city in the future.

Zhang Youde and Liu Hongmei have planted land for life, so naturally they don’t want their son to live hard with their faces facing the loess and backs facing the sky.

My daughter wants to get married, so she definitely doesn’t have to buy a house by herself. Zhang Youde naturally hopes that she can take out some of the money to help her younger brother.

Although the palms and backs of his hands are full of flesh, the incense of his old Zhang family still depends on his son to pass on. In a hundred years, he can only expect him to bring his son or daughter to burn incense and worship.

It’s just that I can think of this kind of thing in my mind, but it’s difficult to say it out loud. After all, it’s all my own flesh and blood.

She was treated partially since she was a child, and saying this would definitely make her feel sad.

Thinking of this, Zhang Youde subconsciously wanted to shake his head. "Daughter, the family is not short of money."

However, when his eyes moved from Zhang Zhenzhen's face to his son's head who was lowering his head to scattering rice, he took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

"Your brother will take the college entrance examination next year and will go to college later. Your mother and I are thinking about what to do, and after he graduates, he will help him buy a house where he works."

After Zhang Youde finished speaking, Zhang Zhenzhen was silent all the time, and no one knew what she was thinking.

At this time, Liu Hongmei suddenly said, "Girl, when you get married in the future, your father and I don't want to pay more money for the bride price, just don't lose money."

She could understand what she said, and Zhang Zhenzhen could understand it. She raised her head and turned her head to the other side, trying not to let the tears flow out in her eyes.

She couldn't understand why every expectation she had failed?

Tears accumulate more and more in my eyes, and finally spread across the edge, like a flood rushing through a dam and swelling thousands of miles.

This time, Zhang Fan finally couldn't stand it anymore. While taking out a tissue from his pocket and handing it to Zhang Zhenzhen, he said dissatisfiedly to his aunt Liu Hongmei: "Auntie, it's not me that I said you. Sister Zhenzhen is your biological daughter, not something. How can you say it without losing money?"

Liu Hongmei is still a cliché example, the water splashed by her married daughter.

She was unwilling to speak ill of Zhang Fan, after all, she still remembered the last time he secretly gave him money during the Chinese New Year.

And in the future, he would go back to his hometown to see his parents and say that he would light a stick of incense in front of his grave and burn some paper money.

But this girl is not sure. With her ungrateful nature, she is afraid that she will die sooner.

So Liu Hongmei looked at Zhang Zhenzhen again and said, "Why are you crying? Other daughters always take the initiative to send money to their families. Now you dress yourself up beautifully and look not cheap in the outfit. Why didn't you expect your dad and I to be tired every day in the field? We can't bear to eat a bowl of noodles worth two yuan in the market. Just like this, you won't even give you a good look when you ask you for money."

Liu Hongmei became more and more excited as she spoke, and criticized all the trivial matters of old and rotten sesame seeds one by one.

Zhang Zhenzhen didn't refute, just sat opposite her while sniffing, wiping her tears with a tissue, and listening quietly.

Zhang Fan glanced at his uncle Zhang Youde, and he started smoking Ye Zici again.

Ye Ziyan's smoke was very thick, covering Zhang Youde's face. Zhang Fan couldn't see it clearly under the smoke, so he could not guess his attitude at this time.

He carefully recalled the New Year's dinner two years ago and found that what the aunt said was probably the thought in his uncle's mind.

No matter what, the scale in his heart is still biased towards his cousin, but it is not as serious as the eldest aunt.

Zhang Fan looked at his cousin Zhang Wenbin again. At this time, he was still lowering his head to scatter the rice, and at the same time, there was a pig tongue in the bowl.

In this situation, Zhang Fan felt that he needed to say something. After all, he didn't want to see Zhang Zhenzhen become a poor person without a father or a mother.

What they are like now is still a matter of money.

Nothing is easy to discuss without money, and nothing is easy to solve if you have money.

But before he could speak, Zhang Zhenzhen held his hand hard and shook his head gently.

Zhang Zhenzhen's eyes begged, as if saying, "Don't interfere, let me solve it myself."

The other half Zhang Youwei and Lu Jing didn't know what they were thinking, so they also warned Zhang Fan with their eyes.

"This is not something you can talk to."

Liu Hongmei has a good memory. After she finished speaking, she was afraid that it would be dark.

Although Zhang Fan was not in the mood to continue listening, he had to continue listening. He wanted to see what decision Zhang Zhenzhen made.

When he heard her mother talk about her high school tuition, Zhang Zhenzhen finally spoke and asked softly: "Mom, did you take a notebook to write down all these?"

"By the way, I'll show you later. I will remember every sentence clearly, without writing too much, or remembering it less." Liu Hongmei replied.

She has kept this book very well and has to take it out from time to time to take a look and calculate it.

Zhang Zhenzhen didn’t know if she should cry at this time? Or should she laugh?

She used to think that she was just talking casually, but she didn't expect it to be true.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhenzhen looked at Liu Hongmei and said, "Since you remember it clearly, we will settle the accounts today. I will give you how much money I have."

"Girl, that's not what we meant." Zhang Youde interrupted, but he still didn't want to let his daughter kiss him until the end of not recognizing him.

"What does that mean?" Zhang Zhenzhen asked back.

"Your mother and I are useless. As sister, you will have to help your brother no matter what." Zhang Youde sighed and extinguished the cigarette.

The pungent smell of smoke in the air began to fade slowly. Zhang Zhenzhen looked at her father's old face, and the bits of the past appeared in her mind again.

So he whispered: "I will only help him properly, and I want to live my own life."

"It's appropriate to give five thousand a year? Or ten thousand a year. Just wait until your brother graduates, you won't be able to give a lot of money." Liu Hongmei asked with a sarcastic look on her face.

Seeing Zhang Zhenzhen enjoying her happiness outside and being so stingy at home, she became more and more angry the more she thought about it.

After saying that, he glared at Zhang Youde again.

"I don't know why you are soft-hearted? This girl has no intention. If you want to save money, she has already saved money to send money to her family instead of spending it on herself."

"Auntie, I bought the clothes on Sister Zhenzhen for her. She didn't spend any money, and..." Zhang Fan suddenly said.

But he was interrupted by Zhang Zhenzhen halfway through his words. Zhang Zhenzhen stood up and looked at Zhang Youde and Liu Hongmei and said, "Dad, mom, let's settle the accounts now! I will definitely give them to you earlier."

Liu Hongmei was waiting for this sentence, so she naturally agreed happily.

So, this scene happened in Zhang Fan's bedroom.

Liu Hongmei held a yellowed homework book in her hand, dipped her saliva on her tongue with her fingers, turned the first page, and said to Zhang Zhenzhen: "The cost of delivering a baby in the county hospital was 251 yuan and 30 yuan. You can ask your aunt, it was the money she gave to her."

"Yes." Zhang Zhenzhen nodded.

To confirm that both parties have no objection, Zhang Fan entered the number "251.3" on the calculator.

Zhang Wenbin was playing "Cross Fire" on the desk next to him. When he heard the female voices synthesized from behind him, he brought his headphones up in order to hear the enemy's footsteps clearly.

"In order to give birth to you, I have fallen into the root of my illness. The total amount of money for buying medicine for this over the years is 5,817 yuan, 58 cents." Liu Hongmei continued.

After saying that, he was afraid that Zhang Zhenzhen would not believe it and took the initiative to hand the notebook in her hand to her, and said, "You can ask your dad, basically he bought it."

Zhang Zhenzhen looked at the yellowed paper from blurry to clear words. The latest date was "January 17, 2011", and the date was recorded after it: "Buying three boxes of rheumatism stickers will cost 27 yuan."

After that, I also wrote a number "5817.5.8", and subtracted the number on it, which happened to be 27.

She just took a look and admired her mother's care. I guess she had planned this a long time ago.

"Is there any problem?" Liu Hongmei asked.

"No problem." After Zhang Zhenzhen said that, she returned the account book of her life.

Zhang Fan added the Arabic numeral "5817.5.8" to the calculator next to it.

"On March 6, 1993, cold medicine, 20 cents."

“September 1, 1998, tuition fee, 255 yuan.”

......

“On June 3, 2008, the fare, 50 yuan, living expenses 30 yuan”

Liu Hongmei turned to the last page, looked at the time frozen on June 3, 2008, and said with some relief: "Since then, you have never used your family money, and you are also very successful."

"Yes." Zhang Zhenzhen nodded subconsciously and looked out the window. It was already dark at some point outside.

"Xiaofan, how much money do I owe my parents in total?" Zhang Zhenzhen stretched and turned her head to ask Zhang Fan.

Before Zhang Fan could answer, Liu Hongmei had already said first: "The total is 175,422 yuan, 50,000 yuan, 70 cents. I have calculated it many times, and there will be no mistakes."

Fortunately, she answered, otherwise Zhang Fan would have to say just one number, and he wouldn't bother to add those 100 cents.

In one sentence, it is: "Bill Gates will never bow his head and pick up a hundred dollars. He is not as good as he can earn more in bent over."

Although Zhang Fan is not arrogant, his system is only three yuan per second.

"I'll give you one million! After all, it's not easy for you to give birth to me and raise me." Zhang Zhenzhen thought for a while, stared at her mother's eyes and said.

"Girl, your dad and I didn't raise you in vain." Liu Hongmei patted Zhang Zhenzhen on the shoulder and her face was filled with joy.

Zhang Fan was stunned when he heard this number and took a deep look at Zhang Zhenzhen.

"Sister, you have become stingy! You got two million in your previous life, so you've got it in half."
Chapter completed!