Fu Bao rolled her eyes and closed her eyes. She lay down and fell asleep. She was too tired. If it weren't for the sake of establishing a good relationship with the brigade secretary's family, would it be necessary for her to help the old lady treat her illness?
The old lady has been ill for a long time. Whether she can walk depends on her own will, but the operation was still very successful.
When I got home, I saw Geng Renhe coming. He was dressed in rags. Fu Bao was stunned. Oh, my dad, I asked you to pretend to be poor, but I didn't ask you to pretend to be a beggar?
Even Geng Nianyu retreated a few steps: "Dad, why are you dressed like this? Does our family have no money? I...I have..."
Trembling, he took out sixty yuan from his pocket and said, "Dad, this is the money I've worked hard to save these days. Can you take it?"
Geng Renhe was quite surprised: "Oh! You have made so much in just a few days. It's not Fu Bao who is subsidizing you, right?"
Fu Bao quickly shook his head and said, "I don't have it. This is my brother's hard-earned money."
Geng Nianyu ran inside, took out the shotguns and said, "Dad, look, these are real guys, how do they feel?"
Geng Renhe was shocked: "My dear, where did you get this?"
Geng Nianyu scratched his head and said, "This is what Fubao did."
Geng Renhe touched Fubao's head and said, "Then let's go back now!"
Mrs. Huang took out a lot of mountain goods from inside and said: "Take these things back, as well as two watermelons, which Fubao brought back from the mountains and grew in his own land, as well as corn, tomatoes..."
"No, it's too much." Geng Renhe was moved in his heart. Recently, he finally understood the reality of the world. After many people knew that he had no money, the look of that villain's success made him want to vomit.
On the way back, Geng Renhe sighed and said: "Since the family suffered a disaster, when I asked them for money, those who owed money became uncles, and few people were willing to pay back."
Fu Bao looked at Geng Renhe's shocked look and smiled: "Dad, this is actually a good thing. It allows you to see who is sincere to you and who is hypocritical."
Geng Renhe touched her little head and said, "Fu Bao is still smarter and can see more clearly than Dad. This is a touchstone. I want to see which ones are humans and which ones are ghosts."
As soon as they arrived at the door, they saw Jiang Qin and Mrs. Geng standing at the door waiting for them.
Jiang Qin was wearing a very ordinary cotton short-sleeved dress, which made Fubao happy. In the past, Jiang Qin's favorite thing to wear was a long floral skirt.
She had seen many skirts like this in Jiang Qin's wardrobe, almost twenty or thirty, but she didn't expect that she could only wear the simplest and plainest clothes now.
However, Jiang Qin was very open-minded: "Fu Bao, what are you laughing at? Do you think what Mom is wearing looks ugly?"
"I think it's pretty good-looking, simple and generous." Fubao said.
Mrs. Geng laughed out loud and said: "Why is it that your child's mouth is like honey, and everything you say sounds so nice? Look at me, what you are wearing is really no different from that of a peasant woman. I am very A few or twenty years ago, I didn’t wear much clothes!”
Mr. Geng nodded and said: "These clothes are indeed too ugly, tsk tsk tsk... too ugly."
Fu Bao found it strange that most ghosts would leave on their own after something bothered them, but Mr. Geng showed no sign of leaving.
Old Mrs. Geng complained: "I used to have a few servants at home, but now it's better. I don't even have a servant to serve, Fu Bao! Do you think grandma is miserable?"
Fubao quickly said:
"Nai, we must not have servants in our family, otherwise something terrible will happen in the future.
This is what grandpa asked me to tell you. You have to get used to this kind of life, otherwise it will be more difficult in a few years. "
Old Mrs. Geng was immediately confused: "Huh? Can it be more difficult than now? The life we are living now is not a life that humans can live."
It’s hard, how can it not be hard? During those dark years, the most unlucky people were the landlords and capitalists, and no one had anything to do with these relationships.
So now we have to disguise ourselves, and Geng Renhe has taken this path very well.
Geng Nianyu looked at his grandma and said, "Mom, let me make more money. I have made sixty yuan these days? I will buy you nice clothes from now on, and I will hire people for you."
Mrs. Geng felt uncomfortable at first. She really couldn't get used to this kind of gap. But when her grandson said this, her heart felt as sweet as honey.
"My dear grandson, with your words, grandma will never feel bitter no matter how much she suffers."
Mr. Geng said enviously:
“My eldest grandson can also make money! It’s a pity that I didn’t wait for this day!
well! Labor and capital have worked hard all their lives, but they have not enjoyed the blessings of children and grandchildren, alas! Fu Bao, do you think grandpa is pitiful? "
Fubao didn't say anything. After dinner, Fubao took Geng Nianyu to a paper-making shop and said, "Brother Nianyu, do you still have any money?"
Geng Nianyu nodded and said: "Yes! I still have more than 10 yuan, what's the matter? Fubao, do you want money?"
Fubao nodded, and Geng Nian took out all the money in his pockets. The two squatted on the ground for a few days. Fubao said: "A total of twelve pieces of six cents, oh, it should be enough."
As she walked towards the paper-making shop, Geng Nianyu grabbed her and said, "Fubao, you can't buy flowers in this paper-making shop. They are all burned to the dead."
Fu Bao walked into the shop and took the yellow paper, a house, a dozen clothes, dozens of wads of Tiandi Bank notes, some tobacco, alcohol, gold and silver ingots...
Geng Nianyu pulled Fu Bao several times, and Fu Bao paid the bill directly: "Boss, how much does it cost?"
The man sitting inside raised his head and said, "Let's count ten dollars!"
Fu Bao paid the money readily, and then said: "Brother, burn all these things to grandpa, lest he say you are unfilial."
Mr. Geng said: "Don't pretend to preach the imperial edict. When did I say that my grandson is unfilial?"
When Geng Nianyu heard what Fubao said, he quickly walked to the side, burned the yellow paper, and said while burning:
"Grandpa, I am unfilial. I never knew that making money was so difficult.
But don’t worry, I will make more money in the future to support my family, and I will also be kind to grandma. "
Geng Nianyu cried while burning, and Mr. Geng also cried: "My good grandson... my dear baby! This is so hard for you. If grandpa were alive, he would never let you live in such a miserable way."
Fu Bao was under the shade of the tree, looking at the old and the young looking up to the sky speechlessly. What was there to cry about? Really are……
Sure enough, Mr. Geng stopped crying. Suddenly there were many things in his hands. He burned them here and received them there.
He looked at the gold ingot that had appeared out of thin air in his hand and said: "Fu Bao, look, gold ingot... Oops! So much money, labor and capital, I have made a fortune... Hahahaha... I actually have a house, hahaha..."
