Rebirth at the end of seventy: my life I make the decision

Of course, there are people who are shocked.

First of all, the village head Wang Xingshun doesn't believe it.

"This funeral really needs to cost 2000 yuan?" Wang Xingshun stared at the boss, didn't look at Yu Zhumei, but only stared at Wang Houtu and asked in a deep voice.

Then came the comments of the onlookers.

"Oh, my God, there are two thousand yuan! How long will it take to earn two thousand yuan!"

"Isn't it? The workers in the city only pay more than ten or twenty yuan a month. If they don't eat or drink, they have to save two thousand yuan for ten years!"

"I said brother Houtu, that's the life of Xingshi and Yujuan. How can you bear to give money to greed?"

"Just now, it seemed that Xiuying and Xiucheng went to Xingyou's house to eat and drink for nothing. It turned out that there was so much money!"

"With such a sum of money, Xiuying and Xiucheng can go to school. Where else do they need to go to Xingyou's home to eat bran pharyngeal vegetables?"

"Yes, now a kilogram of rice is only a dime and three cents. A few yuan is enough for their sister and brother to spend a month, and two thousand yuan is enough for their sister and brother to grow up!"

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At the beginning, everyone's voice could be suppressed. With more and more people joining, some even directly questioned.

In the face of everyone's questions and comments, Wang Houtu's old face was burning hot, and Yu Zhumei was also embarrassed. But where would she be willing to take out the money she got?

"What do you know? Even if the money is not used up for the funeral, the old man and I are Xingshi's parents, and the rest of the money can't be left for us to support the elderly?" Yu Zhumei turned her eyes and sipped at the gossiping women.

"There is some truth in what the second aunt said. Xingshi brothers have the responsibility to support their parents. The money does belong to the second uncle and second aunt. It also belongs to Xiuying and Xiucheng! Therefore, before arranging Xiuying and Xiucheng, ask the second uncle to take out the money first." Wang Xingshun didn't refute Yu Zhumei's words, but nodded, But in the end, he insisted that Wang Houtu take out the prize money first.

"After all the money has been used, where can I take it out?" Yu Zhumei played a rogue.

Wang Xingshun didn't want to tear a woman's house with Yu Zhumei. He stared at Wang Houtu with one eye.

Wang Houtu could pretend not to see it at the beginning, but as time went by, Wang Xingshun's eyes became colder and colder, and finally Wang Houtu couldn't stand it.

After all, they still have to live in this village. If Wang Xingshun, the village head, is really annoyed, I'm afraid it will be difficult in the future. The county official is not as good as the current official. Can Wang Houtu still know?

The dry tobacco bag on the handle knocked and knocked on the foot of the stool, as if to knock off the unwilling in the heart. Wang Houtu made a look at Yu Zhumei: "go and bring the rest of the money."

Yu Zhumei wanted to say something more, but she was swallowed by Wang Houtu's eye knife. After all, she reluctantly went home to get the money.

Yu manfen, Wang Xingmei and Wang Xingju want to follow.

Wang Xingshun knew that it would not be good to let them go together, so he decisively left them.

The house where Wang Houtu and Yu Zhumei lived was only three or five minutes away from Wang Xiuying's house. Yu Zhumei spent almost half an hour carrying a cloth bag tightly and calmly entering Wang Xiuying's yard.

Yu Zhumei took out a piece of money wrapped in a yellow paper from the cloth bag and patted it on the table in front of Wang Xingshun: "here is 1538 yuan and forty cents. The village head can count it!"

Wang Xingshun did not stretch out his hand, but continued to stare at Wang Houtu.

How the funeral of Wang Xingshi and Lin Yujuan is going, everyone has eyes.

Although Yu Zhumei was not very sad about the funeral of Wang Xingshi and Lin Yujuan, Wang Xingshi was her eldest son, and sadness was inevitable. Therefore, the village specially sent two people to help Wang Xingyou, Wang Xingmei and Wang Xingju manage the funeral together. Everyone knows how much money they spent.

Rice noodles were originally in Wang Xingshi's family, and vegetables were picked from Wang Xingshi's field. Even pork, chickens and ducks were originally raised at home. They caught and killed the table, and even fish were caught from the pond owned by the production team.

Although the funeral cost some money, where did it cost 4670?

Wang Xingshun knew that it was impossible for Yu Zhumei to truthfully take out the rest of the money, but he didn't expect that Yu Zhumei was so bold that she dared to greedy for this large amount of money in front of almost the whole village. It was unbearable!

Listening to the buzzing comments of three aunts and six women, seeing that Wang Xingshun seemed to break out, Wang Houtu couldn't hold it anymore. He stared at Yu Zhumei calmly and said, "you shouldn't be wrong. Shouldn't you be eighteen hundred and thirty-eight yuan and forty cents? Why is it so much less? Did you miss it?"

As soon as Wang Houtu said this, there was another discussion at the scene.

Although almost all the food for the funeral was from the family, the two coffins and the two people made new clothes inside and outside. In addition, they returned gifts to relatives, friends and villagers. It seems that they shouldn't spend only this money.

Is it difficult for Wang Houtu to fill in the money himself?

The figures reported by Wang Houtu made people confused and made Yu Zhumei secretly angry. She gnashed her teeth at Wang Houtu.

This money will be feverish in their own hands. Can they return it to their hands if they hand it in like this?

But Wang Houtu made a remark, and Yu Zhumei dared not refute again. She had to take out three stacks of neatly tied money from the cloth bag she was carrying with her old face.

It's really not easy for Yu Zhumei to spit out money. Fortunately, it's like squeezing out the almost used toothpaste.

However, the process of spitting money really makes Yu Zhumei and others dig their hearts and take out their liver!

There was a boo all around. Wang Xiucheng looked at the money on the table. After a long time, he turned to Wang Xiuying and asked in a incredulous whisper, "sister, is all this money ours?"

Although Wang Xiuying didn't speak, she shook her head and denied Wang Xiucheng's words with great certainty.

More than 50 years of life in her previous life was not in vain. She still understood the principle of inheritance distribution.

The money came from the death of Wang Xingshi and Lin Yujuan. Both Wang Xingshi and Lin Yujuan had parents. Therefore, their father's milk, grandparents and their siblings were the first legal heirs of the money. Even the house they left behind was the same as everything in the house.

However, there are rural customs and practices in the countryside. Lin Yujuan is a married woman. My grandparents must not think about anything. Of course, my grandparents with two sons won't compete.

Lord milk is different. It's not easy to spit out so much money under the pressure of Wang Xingshun.

Others don't know that Wang Xiuying still knows. The two coffins that sent her parents to the earth were bought by two uncles for her grandparents.

Wang Xingshi and Lin Yujuan died violently. They are not old enough to last long. In addition, the climate in early June is quite hot. In this era, even electricity has not been connected to the village, and there is no ice coffin and other facilities. Therefore, the funeral is urgent, and it is difficult to solve the coffin for a while.

Of course, the Wang family has coffins now, but Wang Houtu and Yu Zhumei just don't let go. Finally, the two coffins sent by the Lin family let Wang Xingshi's Lin Yujuan settle down.