80s small fortune bag

Chapter 180 I Dig a Pit to Bury Myself
I'm here to help you too...

here to help you...

you……

This sentence kept circulating in Jiang Weimin's mind, he just wanted to say: Fuck you!

Until now, when he was fooled into helping Jiang Nixiu smash the foundation, he still remembered the pain of those two short hours.

The pain in the body has long since disappeared, but the pain in the heart will last forever!
When it comes to building a house, other than building it for yourself, no one else will help!No one can lie to him!
"Where are you going, you are so rich, you hire someone to build it yourself, and you have to sell bean sprouts for the people!" Mrs. Jiang was the first to disagree.

The eldest and the third child have made a fortune, one is richer than the other, but they don't know how to use it to honor her, an old woman, and they don't think about her for any good things, so they will take advantage of the second child.

Mrs. Jiang also wanted to make trouble in the past, but Jiang Nixiu had a powerful relative to support her, and Jiang Weiguo had no one to support her, but he could drive her to death by himself, so he went to him when he couldn't think about it.

After thinking about it, Jiang Weimin is the only son she can rely on. Of course, she should make money at home and be filial to her, so why bother with other people's business.

She knew that the boss looked out of place, but he was actually the one with the darkest heart, dark and vengeful.

When she had a good life, she thought of a way to mess with her second child, deliberately preventing her old woman from living a comfortable life.

Look at what he said before, one after another, if you say he has no heart, who will believe it?
So protect our Fang Jiang Weimin, and resolutely not let him build a house, and then don't let her old woman live in it.

"Didn't the second brother say that he sold very quickly, and he was fine for the rest of the day, so he just played at home?"

Mrs. Jiang said confidently, "Yes, just play at home, I will let the second child rest more."

Jiang Weimin clicked his tongue, "Mother, I've wanted to talk about you for a long time, so I knew that to my second brother, you'd make him useless like this. Come build a house with me, maybe you can learn more crafts, be a mason or something, Yiduo doesn't weigh you down, and you may be able to rely on it to make a living in the future."

"Get out!" Mrs. Jiang bent down to pick up a piece of firewood, and slapped Jiang Weiguo, "I'll let you have a crow's mouth, isn't this a curse on the second child!"

The bean sprouts at home sell so well, why do you want to be a bricklayer, cursing him that this business can't continue?

Jiang Weiguo ran and jumped, although the pump was limp and didn't hurt, but he was wearing the clean clothes he changed when he went out, so don't get dirty.

"I'm doing it for the sake of my second brother, why did mother hit me again!"

A burst of chicken and dog jumping.

Jiang Weimin saw that Mrs. Jiang's panting was getting worse, "Mother, don't hit me. Brother has always been so careless. I'm not angry. If you are exhausted, mother, my son will feel sorry for you."

"Hoo hoo, for the sake of the second child, I won't beat you up, get out!" Mrs. Jiang was supported by Jiang Weimin, and she was almost out of breath.

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to help you. In fact, bean sprouts are not selling that well. Sometimes I go out in the morning and come back in the afternoon. I don't even have lunch, so I really don't have time to help." He was mainly afraid that Jiang Weiguo and Li Qiudi would go out with their big mouths. Yelling, let people know that he is not helping on purpose.

It would be fine if they were neighbors, they were brothers after all, there was no good reason why they couldn't justify it.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Weiguo was even more disappointed, he lost a strong man!
"It turns out that the second brother is going through such a difficult time for you, so the eldest brother will not bother you. Second brother, be honest in the future, don't make everyone look fat, it's not good. Will the eldest brother make fun of you because of this? No!"

Jiang Weiguo patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "You are not too young, and your children are not too young, so you should focus more on the right way, think about how to support your family, and don't just play around all day long."

Obviously the slap was on the shoulder, but Jiang Weimin seemed to hear a loud slap, slap, slap, very crisp.

It's really digging a hole to bury myself. If I knew it, I wouldn't need such a stupid excuse.

"Get out, are you still going!" Seeing Jiang Weimin's face turned sour, Mrs. Jiang raised the firewood again.

Jiang Weiguo then pulled Li Qiudi towards the gate, "Let's go now, second brother, remember what elder brother said, elder brother can only help you so much!"

Jiang Weimin clutched his chest, he really wanted to vomit blood.

"Grandma, I also want to live in a big tile-roofed house, let's build a tile-roofed house too!" Jiang Chao listened beside him, remembering what had been forgotten.

When Jiang Niqiu built a big house last year, he also clamored to live in it, but then he forgot about it.

"While playing, what can I cover? How can I get so much money at home!"

She also wants to live in the big tile-roofed house. In fact, if she keeps saving money, she can almost build it. The problem is that the big family, especially Jiang Chao, are always clamoring for meat. Can the money earned every month be saved? Half are good.

Seeing the burning blackness of the wing room, Mrs. Jiang was in a panic, and she was not pleasing to the eye looking at Jiang Chao.

Of course, what should hurt is pain, after all, this is the only grandson of Lao Jiang's family, but it shouldn't be like before, he will give whatever he asks for, and he must be taught a lesson and a long memory!
Mrs. Jiang went back to the house to rest, and Jiang Chao got into Jiang Weimin's arms aggrieved.

"Father, grandma doesn't like me anymore, and I don't like it either... eh!"

"Shh, now that you know your grandma doesn't love you so much, you don't have to be careful, can you say this at home? Our family still has your grandma now, and you usually know something, and you can make her happy, so you can talk about it." Coax out the money in your hand, remember?"

Jiang Chao nodded. He understood, but he didn't quite understand it. After all, he has been everything since the novel, and his family followed him, so he didn't bother to figure it out.

Jiang Weimin lowered his eyes, if the old woman was not useful, his precious son would not have to please her, and it would be happier to keep the money he earned in his own hands.

"Father, don't be angry. When I was dreaming, the gods told me that my brother is a capable person and can make a lot of money in the future!" Jiang Xing's words made Jiang Weimin and Xu Hong very happy.

"Really? Our daughter is a lucky star. Is there anything she said that didn't come true? She said that Chaozi is capable, so he must be capable. For the sake of the people, Chaozi has reached his age. In autumn, we will also send him to school. Maybe I can get a college student back!" Xu Hong has already imagined the envy of the villagers in the future.

"Okay, I will do as you say! And Xing'er, go to school too, parents don't ask you to become a college student, just graduate from high school."

Girl, it’s useless to learn too much, maybe you’re still wild, Jiang Xing, a lucky star, must have her own heart, and can’t bless others.

Jiang Weimin's eyes were blank and his face was full of smiles, looking forward to that day. When his son has a solid job, he won't have to work so hard to make money, just lie at home and rest.

If Jiang Xing had said earlier that when he went to the grave during the New Year, the ancestors should bless Jiang Chao to go to college and earn a lot of money, so that they could sleep on the pile of money, if the ancestors knew that their children and grandchildren were so capable, the ancestral grave would also be smoked.

But in the near future there will be Ching Ming Festival, and paper will be burned, and it will not be too late.

The two of them believed in Jiang Xing's words, and opened their mouths to take a bite of the big cake painted.

For a better tomorrow, work hard!

(End of this chapter)