Reborn in 1970, the chief’s wife wants a divorce

Zhou Dazhu is determined to please Zhou Bingchen, and his speed in doing things is extremely impressive.

Two minutes later, Zhou Dazhu's proof was written.

Looking at the bright red official seal on the certificate, Zhou Bingchen was filled with emotion.

In the dream, because of this piece of evidence, he followed Zhou Fugui to find Zhou Dazhu at night, and was eventually tricked into losing his life. Until his death, Zhou Bingchen was unable to obtain this certificate.

Now, this certificate is already in Zhou Bingchen's hands.

Does this...do you think you've escaped disaster?

"What? Are you afraid that the certificate I wrote is not standardized enough? Don't worry, I have been a captain for so many years, so it is no problem to write a certificate." Seeing Zhou Bingchen looking at the certificate for a long time, Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but joked.

"Captain, your handwriting is really good. Did you practice it specially?" Zhou Bingchen smiled, folded the certificate and put it in his pocket.

"Hahaha, Bingchen, you are really discerning. I really put a lot of effort into practicing my calligraphy. After I became a captain, I often went to the commune for meetings and often wrote reports. I can't even calligraphy like a dog crawling with my hand. No." Zhou Dazhu was scratched by Zhou Bingchen's words and couldn't help bragging for himself.

Zhou Bingchen also complimented Zhou Dazhu a few words.

After exchanging business blows for a while, Zhou Bingchen said: "Captain, I have something to trouble you with today. My family is going to be separated. Can you go to my house to help bear witness?"

"Your family is going to be divided? I didn't even hear what Uncle Fugui said just now!" Zhou Dazhu was surprised.

Every time Zhou Bingchen came home, Zhou Fugui would run to Zhou Dazhu and brag.

When Zhou Bingchen came to the brigade headquarters, Zhou Fugui had just left.

"It was my second brother who proposed the family separation. Maybe... they thought I was away from home all year round, and Pearl and my two children were taking advantage of the family." Zhou Bingchen said with a bitter smile.

"This Zhou Bingxing is really confused! You send 20 yuan home a month! This much money is enough to support five or six people. Your pearls are very capable, and they earn a lot of work points in the production team a year There's a lot of food! I also make clothes for everyone in my spare time. How can you, the third house, take advantage of the other two houses?" Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but defend Zhou Bingchen.

"Since the brothers have complaints, it's good for the family to be divided. Captain, please go and be a witness for us. I also ask the captain to provide justice when the time comes." Zhou Bingchen sighed and said.

"Okay, let's go!" Zhou Dazhu hurriedly packed up his pen and paper and stood up.

Zhou Fugui's family.

After Zhao Zhenzhu heard what Zhou Fugui and his son said, she couldn't help but be surprised.

bullion?

Zhou Fugui actually has a jar of gold bars in his hand?

In the previous life, after Zhou Bingchen's death, the Zhou family's life plummeted.

Without the subsidy from the Zhao family and Zhou Bingchen's subsidy, the Zhou family would not be able to eat meat twice a year. Zhou Fugui rarely drank the wine he always liked to drink.

Until the day Zhao Zhenzhu died, Zhou Fugui's family was very poor and stable.

Zhou Fugui is a person who likes to enjoy himself. If he had a jar of gold bars in his hands in his previous life, Zhou Fugui would never have been able to live in poverty.

The ancestors of the Zhou family were also poor. When Zhao Zhenzhen first married into the Zhou family, she heard people in the village say that Zhou Fugui's parents almost starved to death one year.

Where did the gold bars in Zhou Fugui's hand come from? Was it really someone else who put him here?

From the words of Zhou Fugui and his son, Zhao Zhenzhu guessed several places where Zhou Fugui hid the gold bars.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Zhenzhu's face.

Zhou Zhenzhen decided to "accept" this wealth as if it was to collect some interest on the four lives of their family of four in their previous lives.

Zhao Zhenzhu was thinking about it when Zhou Bingchen took Zhou Dazhu home.

"Uncle Fugui, is your family really going to be divided?" Zhou Dazhu asked Zhou Fugui directly after entering the door.

"The tree is branching, and there's nothing I can do about it." Zhou Fugui deliberately pretended to be sad and said.

"Okay, then I'll write you a letter of division." Zhou Dazhu took out the pen from his coat pocket, spread out the paper, and asked: "Uncle Fugui, have you discussed it? How will the property be divided? After the separation, , Who will you and your wife live with? What are the regulations for your future pension? Please explain it in detail, and I will write it all down for you in a moment. "

"The third child was very stubborn and said he didn't want any of the family's property." Before Zhou Fugui could speak, Zhou Bingxing jumped out.

"Uncle Fugui, are you in charge of your family now? Or is Zhou Bingxing in charge?" Zhou Dazhu was unhappy.

Zhou Bingxing is incompetent, lazy and greedy.

Such a person is destined to have no future, and Zhou Dazhu looks down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Usually when they meet on the street, Zhou Dazhu would not even glance at Zhou Bingxing from the corners of his eyes.

Zhou Dazhu was talking to Zhou Fugui, and Zhou Bingxing interrupted. Zhou Dazhu felt offended.

"Second brother, shut up! Get out of here!" Zhou Fugui cursed.

Zhou Fugui knew that Zhou Dazhu was unhappy, so he scolded Zhou Dazhu specifically for this.

Unfortunately, Zhou Bingxing did not cooperate.

"The third child said it himself, not me." Zhou Bingxing was still a little unconvinced.

"This..." Zhou Fugui was a little moved.

Zhou Fugui also wished he didn't have to give anything to Zhou Bingchen.

The second child is right, it's not a biological child, it's good to be able to raise him.

Zhou Fugui felt panicked when he distributed his property to Zhou Bingchen.

"Uncle Fugui, you don't even give Bingchen a room in such a big house? Over the years, Bingchen has sent home more than two thousand, right? Uncle Fugui, you have to think about it. From now on, don’t you need Bingchen to support you in old age?” Seeing this, Zhou Dazhu couldn’t help but remind him.

The rules here in Zhoujia Village are that when a family is separated, parents do not give anything to their children, and the children do not need to provide support to their parents in the future.

No matter how poor a family is, when they divide the family, they still have to give each son a few bowls, or a pot or something.

"That's not possible. My second sister and I have raised Bingchen so much and married him a wife. How could we give Bingchen everything without dividing it up?" After Zhou Fugui came to his senses, he hurriedly retorted.

"Uncle Fugui, you just need to know what's going on. First, how will you divide the house and money at home?" Zhou Dazhu asked.

"How can there be any money at home? My second sister has just been defrauded of money. We will not divide the few dollars we have, leaving us and the old couple to deal with emergencies later. Which house does the children live in now? , it will belong to whichever family it belongs to in the future. Whoever doesn’t want it in the future will have priority to sell it to the two brothers. Only if the brothers don’t want it can they sell it to outsiders.” Zhou Fugui pondered for a moment and said.

After being reminded by Zhou Dazhu, Zhou Fugui decided to allocate a house to Zhou Bingchen.

Otherwise, Zhou Bingchen will not be able to get his pension money in the future.

"Uncle Fugui, will you live on your own or with which other son? Will you divide the rest of the house when you grow old?" Zhou Dazhu asked.

The "old" Zhou Dazhu said actually means "dead".

There are many taboos in rural areas. Generally, people don't say "dead" directly, but instead use "old" or "gone" instead.