Divide Money

"You, what are you talking about?" Jia Concubine looked at the back of Saburo's head, wishing she could turn his face over to see if he was her Saburo.

"Ha!" Wang Weng's right hand slapped his knee as if it had no strength. The poor old man had just suppressed the disappointment, and the bitterness flooded into his eyes again. "If there were no more than four guan of money...if there were no more than 4 guan of money.

Okay, let me make it clear to you. If we don’t have this money, your mother and I will move to Qinghe Village! Even if we work as sharecroppers, we still have to pay for Hutou to go to school! Ahem, cough, cough..."

"Father!"

"Big father!"

Jia Gong rubbed Wang Weng's back, and pressed the tiger's head against his father's heart. Wang Weng was dazzled for a moment. After seeing clearly the tense and concerned juniors around him, the pain in his heart slowly subsided. "I'm fine, Da Lang."

, A Ge earned these four dollars, and it is up to your eldest brother to decide whether to divide them or not."

Due to his eye disease, Wang Dalang's eyes hurt extremely every time he was sad. Others didn't know it, but they thought he had bulging muscles on both sides of his forehead because he was angry with Saburo. He didn't dare to use force when he spoke: "Age, what do you mean?

Well, what you mean is the long house."

Wang Ge: "Yes. Years ago, I made utensils for Magistrate Huan, and received a total of four thousand and five hundred yuan. Our family has not been divided into households, so the third uncle's request for money distribution may be unreasonable, but it is reasonable. I often hear Hutou

When reciting books, there is a saying that 'there is nothing more important than filial piety', so... five hundred coins should be allocated first to honor the elders. Second uncle and third uncle, do you agree with this allocation?"

"I agree, I agree." Wang Erlang quickly said: "My second uncle doesn't want this money, and I don't want my second wife."

"I agree." Wang Sanlang finally stood up.

Wang Ge: "There are three guan of money left...one guan for each house."

Wang Erlang was anxious: "No! I don't want the second wife!"

Wang Ge handed the broom to his elder father.

Wang Erlang shut up.

Wang Sanlang: "I agree."

"Wang San, you beast!" Erlang kicked his third brother down and at the same time, he got a broomstick on his back.

Wang Ge sneered: "Second uncle, third uncle, don't worry, I haven't made it clear yet. After the money is distributed to each house, it will be distributed according to people. In other words, the money for the third house will be taken by Apeng and Aai.

Three hundred and thirty-three, third uncle is the elder, take three hundred and thirty-four. What does third uncle think?"

Wang Sanlang lowered his eyelids and said: "There is also A Zhu, he has not been evicted."

"Then it's two hundred and fifty yuan per person."

"I am their father, and I will take four hundred. As the eldest brother, A Zhu will take three hundred, and A Peng and A Ai will each receive one hundred and fifty."

Jia Concubine and Wang Erlang are really mother and son. They look exactly the same as they pluck their fingers at confusion.

Wang Ge smiled and rolled his eyes: "It turns out that Third Uncle is so good at calculating. I thought that Third Uncle had already done it."

Wang Sanlang clenched his fists in his sleeves, knowing that he had lost all face, and he also knew that he would only be able to get this money from his family in this life. But it was enough! Seven hundred money, he would not be able to earn it in a lifetime of farming.

Creak...the door to the main room opens.

Wang Sanlang grabbed the cloth bag and took it out. It was so heavy that it made his heart itch and make him feel happy. Step by step, he hurried back to the east wing, let go of his hand, and the coins fell all over the bed.

This crunchy sound...it's so nice! It's so good that it penetrates his bones!

Throwing away the rags given by his mother, he took out the double-layered thick cloth bags he had sewn. He counted them one by one and put them into the bags. If he counted the pieces, he poured them out and counted them again.

It was dark, and the window lattice could only let in a little light, which could not illuminate a corner of the straw mat on the ground, where grass roots, broken wood, leaves, and stones were piled up, totaling a thousand.

North of the village, by the well.

Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, and many people are fetching water in the evening.

Because of Jia Qin's accident, the villagers were taboo that dead people had soaked in this well, and preferred to walk to the well in the west of the village.

The widower was angry and anxious. It was not easy to build a well. How could a well be abandoned because of Jia Qin's evil deeds? The widower asked Wang Zhu to draw water from this well and never go to the west of the village. A few days later, the people in the north of the village

Hucai gradually came over and was no longer taboo.

After Wang Zhu finished his work, he raised his head on the side of the road. Why didn't he see his father coming over? Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Did his father tell his uncle to go back and get together? He was homesick, and he thought more and more. Even if he was allowed to go back tomorrow, what would happen next?

It's okay to come back later.

Wei Pavilion.

Huan Zhen and Qiu Tao Lu Wu were not afraid of the cold. They stood by the wooden piles and mounds to watch how the well builders dug the well. No wonder the two well builders carried two large carts of pottery circles. It turned out that each time a deep pit was dug, it would

The soil layer can be fixed by the "pottery well circle".

These well circles are all made of white pottery and are cylindrical in shape. The inner wall is three feet in diameter, one and a half feet high, and two inches thick. The outer wall has a cord pattern, the inner wall has a moire pattern, and there are standard grooves up and down. Any two pottery wells

The rings can be buckled and connected to prevent collapse and prevent sewage from entering the well.

"This place is great. The more reeds there are, the shallower the water source, and the easier it is to dig a well." The well maker on the ground praised. He used the pulley on the rough wooden frame to pull out the wet soil basket and poured it into the

On one side, the basket is then sunk into the well pit, and the well maker below drills, shovels, and loads the soil.

Regardless of whether it's above ground or underground, the work is very hard. However, the well maker's greatest skill is not to dig wells, but to check the water source. The man then advised: "Chief Huan Ting, think again, should you dig more wells? In fact, each

It’s best to dig wells in all directions. It costs a lot of money now, but it will be beneficial when opening up wasteland.”

Huan Zhen praised: "I think so too. The water source is shallow, right? In this way, each well should not be dug four feet deep, but only two feet deep. In this way, you are still busy with these tasks, and you can help me dig another well.

, everyone will benefit."

The well maker was frightened: "We agreed before we came here that the water will come out. We didn't say we would dig four feet!"

Tie Feng handed over a jar of winter wine. Huan Zhen pulled out the stopper, handed it to the well man, and asked, "Is it strong?"

Jingjiang nodded, having a bad feeling.

"I'll dig enough for four feet. I'll invite you two to drink strong wine. If you don't dig enough..." Huan Zhen poured out the jar and sprinkled it in front of the mound.

The next morning.

Wang Erlang drove the bullock cart and carried the three elder brothers, Ahe, to the slope field. After reaching the bottom of the slope, the bullock cart refused to get out, so Ahe stayed to look after the cart. Wang Erlang supported his eldest brother, and Wang Ge held Wang Yun's hand.

, came to Wu’s grave.

The sister and brother first pulled out weeds and cleaned up, then took out winter wine, five-color beans, and wheat cakes, and put them one by one on earthenware plates. Then they knelt in front of their late mother's grave and recounted their studies and life in turn, crying while talking.

Wang Erlang wiped his eldest brother's tears with a clean handkerchief and folded the soaked ones inside. He let out a soft "ah" and trembled.

There is blood on the cloth!

"Second brother, don't panic." Wang Dalang whispered: "It's been a while, it doesn't matter. Second brother, you know, every time I come to see your sister-in-law, I will be grateful and scared. I am grateful to my second brother for being brave that day and trying his best to save them.

Mother and daughter. I'm afraid if something happened to them at that time, if..."

Wang Erlang shook his head vigorously, and his tears fell on the back of his elder brother's hand. "There is no Ruruo! Brother, there is no Ruruo!"

Absolutely not! Wang Erlang looked ahead and suddenly thought, is the difference between this life and the previous life because of A Ge?

When the eldest son returned home before noon, Hutou ran into the courtyard, shouted "Big father, big mother", and then threw himself into their arms, as if he had not seen each other for a long time. He was so happy.

Wang He looked at this scene and smiled. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Ge looking at him, and immediately said "hum", and then without looking at her, he whispered: "Well... just don't worry about studying, I will help the eldest parents take care of it."

Tiger head."

"Thank you Congdi." After Wang Ge just finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that she had promised Huzi to make toys for him!
Chapter completed!