Reborn My 1993

Chapter 11 Repayment
"This is my eldest nephew, he looks so white and clean, it's rare to see him."

Zhang Yiming didn't express any of his emotions. He had already guessed who this person was, Zhao Si'er, who had lent usury to his parents.

"I'm here to pay back the money."

Zhang Heshan didn't argue with each other. As the saying goes, different ways do not conspire with each other. Zhang Heshan is upright. If he is not forced by life, he will never have any contact with this kind of person. Therefore, now he can't wait to cut off the relationship. All the contacts of this Zhao Si'er.

"Repay the money? Brother, is my nephew's illness cured?"

Zhao Si'er was taken aback for a moment, and said subconsciously.

Zhang Heshan's face immediately turned ugly.

"Come on, how much is the total?"

Zhao Si'er rubbed his nose, probably also realized that what he said just now was not very pleasant, but Zhang Yiming found this action a bit funny.

"Brother, let's go in and have a drink of water before we talk."

"No, just talk here."

Zhang Heshan stood straight, and Zhao Si'er seemed a little unhappy, after all, he must feel uncomfortable when his face was pouted so directly.

"That's okay, let's just say here, Brother Zhang borrowed 5000 yuan principal, two cents of interest, and the borrowing time was three and a half months ago. We set a monthly interest at that time. Although we paid it back in advance, the interest has not If you pay in half, based on four months' interest, the principal of 330 plus interest is [-] yuan, and the change will be waived, and I will buy canned food for my nephew."

Hearing Zhao Si'er's words, Zhang Yiming couldn't help but looked at Zhao Si'er carefully again, and couldn't help but sigh, this Zhao Si'er's head turned really fast, and the shell didn't even get stuck in the middle.

"Children don't eat canned food."

Zhang Heshan said something in a muffled voice, then lowered his head and untied the waist bag pinned to his trouser pocket. This waist bag was usually used to hold cigarettes and maintenance tools, but today it contained a thick stack of banknotes.

Zhang Heshan's movements were slightly stiff, and he dipped his fingers with saliva, and counted the banknotes in his hand one by one, his fingers trembling constantly.

"You count again."

After Zhang Heshan finished counting, he handed the money to Zhang Yiming again.

"You count it once and make it clear in person."

Zhang Yiming looked at Zhang Heshan after counting, and Zhang Heshan handed over the money to Zhao Si'er. Zhang Yiming saw that besides the 300 yuan he counted just now, there was also a change of 34 yuan.

"No need, I, Zhao Si'er, have trusted Brother Zhang's character. Wait, I'll find out the IOU."

Zhao Si'er's expression was a little weird. After taking the money, he put it in his trouser pocket without looking at it, then turned around and entered the yard. Hei Bei shook his head at Zhao Si'er, turned his head and turned to Zhang Yiming The father and son grinned and roared loudly.

For some reason, Zhang Yiming remembered the five words 'a dog's eyes look down on people'.

Zhao Si'er asked Zhang Heshan to check the IOU, and then tore it into pieces in front of Zhang Heshan.

"Brother Zhang, if you want to use the money again in the future, just come to my brother, the interest is easy to talk about."

"No need, Mingming, let's go!"

Zhang Heshan didn't want to stay for a moment, and didn't have a polite word with Zhao Si'er. He turned around and kicked the bracket of the bicycle and called Zhang Yiming to get on the car.

Zhang Yiming couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Si'er again, seeing that the other was also looking at him, he subconsciously nodded at him, and when the other was taken aback, Zhang Yiming turned his head and jumped directly onto the back seat of the bicycle.

He felt that this Zhao Si'er was a bit straightforward. Although it was Zhao Si'er who forced them to be homeless in the previous life, looking back, Zhang Yiming didn't have any resentment about it. After all, he lived by lending money. It's not about doing charity. In this life, maybe there will be some other intersections between him and this Zhao Si'er.

After leaving Zhao Si'er's house, Zhang Heshan did not go home, but took Zhang Yiming to Zhang Yiming's second aunt's house, third aunt's house, cousin's house, aunt's house and other nine relatives to pay the debts owed to each family. All the money was paid back.

As night fell, Zhang Heshan stopped his bicycle at the entrance of the alley. Zhang Yiming jumped off the seat and stood behind Zhang Heshan.

The moonlight was not bright, but for some reason, Zhang Yiming could clearly see a few white hairs hidden in his father's temples.

My father is only 37 years old. In the near future, with the rapid development of medical technology, many diseases that are considered terminally ill in this era can be cured, so the average life expectancy continues to increase. It is not uncommon for people to live to 80, [-] or even hundreds of years old. , but now, Zhang Heshan's state seems to be aging ahead of time.

"Mingming, this money is what Dad owes you."

After a long time, Zhang Heshan's voice sounded. Even though Zhang Heshan was carrying his back, Zhang Yiming seemed to be able to clearly see the entanglement and struggle on Zhang Heshan's face.

"Dad, we are family members, and we have the closest relationship in the world. Since we are family members, we should help each other in the same boat and rely on each other for good and bad. You should not have to bear all the responsibilities of this family just because you are my parents. I am you. My son, of course I shouldn't hide under your wings, and let you protect me from the wind and rain with peace of mind."

Zhang Yiming's voice was also very low. Originally, he didn't want to say these things. After all, these words came from a 16-year-old high school student, and it would always make people feel a little strange.

But he wants to say that it is because of this life of reliving that he not only wants to let his relatives live a good life materially, but also untie their knots and truly walk into each other's hearts, not because he is a child, they are parents And there is a difference.

"I also want to make contributions to this family, and I also want to do something for you, my mother, and grandma. You are willing, and so am I; filial piety comes first, so Dad, I hope you will give me the opportunity to be filial to you."

As Zhang Yiming said, he walked up to Zhang Heshan and bravely looked into his father's eyes.

In his previous life, he never had such an opportunity, nor did he seem to have such courage. Perhaps in his previous life, the guilt towards his parents had been pressing on his heart like a mountain, so he could only choose to escape, but now, he won't.

Zhang Heshan looked at his son, his eyes were piercing, and most importantly, the light in his eyes made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help looking away.

"Dad, it's windy, let's go back!"

Zhang Yiming reached out and pushed the bicycle from Zhang Heshan's hand, and then walked steadily into the alley. Zhang Heshan looked at his son's back in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

After eating, Zhang Yiming, who was lying on the bed, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

The biggest crisis that changed the fate of the whole family in the previous life has been resolved, and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yiming resumed running, still the same as before. After running, he went directly to help Fan Lingling take care of the pie stand. Many things have one thing and two things. This time, Fan Lingling didn't stop her son from helping, but just When he was free, he looked at Zhang Yiming affectionately.

The peaceful days passed quickly, and it was already the end of the month in a blink of an eye. Except for the first two days, the sales of BP machines were relatively hot, and then became very cold.

"Xiao Ming, I didn't sell any of them today, and even fewer people came into the store."

Wang Fa slumped on the chair, his face turned into a bitter gourd.

(End of this chapter)