After he and his mother-in-law separated, he built a house and stocked a warehouse full of grain and

Fan Sizhu came over quickly and looked at the scene in the room in silence for a long time. Then he found his three brothers to discuss the funeral arrangements.

Zhang Chunhua was afraid of suffering a loss, so she squeezed in and heard Si Zhu talking about whether she could make tofu rice or buy a coffin with some wood. She didn't even want a shroud. The reason was the same: no money.

Si Zhu said nothing and looked at his three brothers.

The three of them were silent at first, but after being looked at for a long time, they realized that they could not explain themselves. Dazhu said, "I have been married to Chunhua for several years, and her stomach has not been moving. I can't save money to give her medical treatment and medicine, right?"

As the grandson of the Fan family, of course he has to continue the family lineage!

Erzhu said indifferently: "I have no house or money, and I am crowded into a shabby house with my eldest brother and the others. What can I do?"

Sanzhu said with a cold face: "The two brothers above, I can't justify it! Whoever gets the most property will pay for it!"

They are already in their twenties, and they haven't even married a wife. They don't know if they can marry one later, so why should they have to take care of themselves until they die? unfair.

Si Zhu took a deep breath and said with restraint: "I only have three taels of silver left on hand. I'll ask sister-in-law Guifen to borrow a few taels when the time comes. I'll pay for the coffin and shroud, but for the tofu rice, I'll ask the villagers to help and come to express their condolences." My few taels of silver are not enough to feed the people, so we four brothers will share it equally."

At first, the second uncle was responsible for Grandma's care. He didn't have the ability of the second uncle, but he would bear more and let dad rest in peace.

Before he finished speaking, the other four people started shouting.

"Why should the four of you share it equally? If the eldest brother gets the family property, he should bear it all. Don't be a good guy!"

"Yes, be a good person and don't take me with you! I have no money to pay!"

"Hey, that's your biological father too. What happened to you? Save some money then. A few taels of silver should be enough. Anyway, the tofu rice is almost fine, and the village master won't care."

"Sizhu, since you asked Wang Guifen to borrow it, why don't you borrow a few more taels so that your father can be buried in glory? I miss you too, sister-in-law!"

......

Fan Sizhu looked at the four people in shock, his lips twitching and he couldn't utter a single word.

After hearing this, the other people next to the five people opened their eyes in disbelief. When they saw Fan Jin coming with his children in the yard, they quickly walked out and lowered their voices to remind: "Uncle Jin, you and Wan Xia will know better later. Be careful. Let me give you money!”

Fan Jin took a look at the situation in the room, thanked him, and led Wan Xia inside.

In the house, the son and daughter-in-law were quarreling over Fan Qian's funeral.

Wan Xia kowtowed in front of the bed. Sun Jinhua in the corner suddenly rushed over, pulling Wan Xia to beg: "Brother Zhao, you are back. Mom is so hungry. She feels so hungry. Please take her and live with you." Will the day be successful?"

Wan Xia looked at Sun Jinhua quietly, then reached out and slowly stroked the arm holding her sleeve, and said calmly: "After the flood, I used my brother-in-law to exchange for more than a thousand kilograms of grain. You have a lot of grain. Eat grain when you are hungry." , where’s the food?”

Sun Jinhua's eyes flashed with confusion. She tried to think back again and again, where was the food? I can't remember, but it turns out she still has a lot of food.

Wan Xia continued to ask calmly: "You have lived a good life, you are full, and there is still a lot of food left. Who are you going to feed it to? Is it okay to feed Zhaodi? Zhaodi is also very hungry. Zhaodi has grown up. At seven years old, she doesn’t know what it’s like to have a full stomach. She wants to be full like her brothers and not wake up hungry at night.”

Sun Jinhua's eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was open with drool dripping from his mouth. When he heard something from behind, he suddenly shook his head with a fierce look in his eyes: "No! How can I eat enough, girl? If I drink more water, I won't be hungry..."

Wan Xia looked at the crazy woman holding her head and mumbling, her expression calm. After a while, she gave a wry smile, turned around and walked out of the house.

Some are bitter, but some people deserve to eat them.

In the end, Si Zhu prepared the coffin and shroud, and the tofu rice was borne by Fan Dazhu and Si Zhu.

The affairs behind Fan Qian were done quickly and simply, passing by in a hurry without causing any ripples. After the funeral, Fan Sizhu returned to his house to live, and Fan Jin continued to prepare for the scientific examination.