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

"My second sister and I will live with the boss from now on. When we are alive, everyone can use several houses. When we die, they will all belong to the boss." Zhou Fugui said.

According to the rules of Zhoujia Village, the eldest son generally inherits the family business.

Even if the family is very poor and only has two thatched houses left, the old man will leave one and a half for the eldest son, and the remaining half will be divided among the other sons.

"No, I don't agree." Zhou Bingxing became anxious and jumped out again.

Zhou Fugui's family has seven houses.

The Zhou Bingqiang brothers currently live in one room as a family, Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei live in one room, and the remaining rooms are used as guest rooms, warehouses and firewood sheds.

According to Zhou Bingxing's idea, it is most fair for him and his eldest brother to share three rooms with their family.

"You don't agree? The eldest son inherits the family business. It is a rule left by our ancestors for thousands of years. I can give my things to whomever I like. Is it your turn, Zhou Bingxing, to disagree?" Zhou Fugui stared.

"Dad, you can't be so partial. If we separate the families like this, I won't separate them." Zhou Bingxing was so angry that he was almost depressed.

Zhou Bingxing wanted to separate the family because he wanted Zhou Bingchen to have no right to divide the property, but he didn't want to put himself out of the game.

If there weren't so many people here, Zhou Bingxing would like to ask Zhou Fugui, if he is so partial, will he have to give most of the gold bars to his eldest brother in the future? Or just give it all to the big brother?

"Am I partial? I'm not dead yet, and you're already thinking about how many rooms I have?" Zhou Fugui glared at Zhou Bingxing and said angrily.

Zhou Fugui felt that Zhou Bingxing was simply out of his mind.

He was the one who proposed dividing the family, and now he is the one who says there will be no separation.

Now the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Zhou Dazhu is a great captain and has a lot of work to do all day long. Now if you tell Zhou Dazhu that you will not separate the family, you will offend Zhou Dazhu.

"Bingchen, do you have any objections to your father's division?" Zhou Dazhu asked, looking at Zhou Bingchen who had been standing silently aside.

Zhou Dazhu wanted to make friends with Zhou Bingchen, so he asked more questions.

After all, Zhou Bingchen would also suffer from Zhou Fugui's split.

"I have no objection. Just divide it how dad says." Zhou Bingchen shook his head and said.

Ever since he had that dream and came home and found out what kind of life Zhao Zhenzhu had been living in this family these past few years, Zhou Bingchen no longer had any expectations for the family relationship between Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei.

The less Zhou Fugui gave, the more calmly Zhou Bingchen could separate himself from the family.

"Okay, then I'll write what I said before." Zhou Dazhu lowered his head and started writing "shushushuashu".

After a few minutes, Zhou Dazhu stopped writing and asked: "Uncle Fugui, what is your pension plan? Do you need to write it down together?"

"You want it." Zhou Fugui looked at Zhou Bingchen expectantly and said, "Bingchen, will you still give us twenty yuan a month in the future? Or will you increase it year by year?"

"Dad, you should ask the eldest brother and the second brother what the rules are. The eldest brother and the second brother also get twenty a month?" Zhou Bingchen said with a stern face.

Twenty a month?

Zhou Fugui really dared to speak.

If it were Zhou Bingchen from before, maybe he would have gritted his teeth and agreed.

The nurturing kindness of parents cannot be measured by money. Among Zhou Bingchen's brothers, Zhou Bingchen is the most promising. He earns more and is willing to give more.

However, Zhou Bingchen no longer wants to do this.

Just because Ding Ermei had insulted and bullied Zhao Zhenzhen, mother and son over the years, Zhou Bingchen didn't want to give him ten yuan, let alone twenty yuan.

"Okay, twenty is twenty. Big brother and I will also give you twenty." Before Zhou Fugui could say anything, Zhou Bingxing jumped out again.

The calculations in Zhou Bingxing's heart were rattling.

Zhou Bingchen will return to the army in a while.

He said he would give him twenty a month. By then, would Zhou Bingchen be able to go all the way home and watch him give it?

Now that they have agreed, Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei will not be able to chase Zhou Bingxing for the money, because they know that even if they want it, Zhou Bingxing cannot afford it.

"Second brother, you go back to the house first and show me the two hundred and four you gave to your parents this year before you talk." Zhou Bingchen laughed angrily.

Zhou Bingxing works in the production team and earns less than 20 yuan a year.

Now you promise to give 20 yuan a month’s pension? The abacus beads are about to fall into other people's faces.

"Third brother, why do you ask me to pay? If I want to pay, my parents ask me to pay." Zhou Bingxing confidently acted like a rogue.

"Dad, what I sent home to mom was ten yuan a month. How can I get twenty yuan? Are you confused?" Zhou Bingchen was too lazy to argue with Zhou Bingxing and turned to ask Zhou Fugui.

Zhou Fugui was stunned.

Indeed, Zhou Bingchen had agreed from the beginning to send home twenty yuan, ten yuan to Ding Ermei to supplement the family income, and the other ten yuan to Zhao Zhenzhu for their family expenses.

Ding Ermei took Zhao Zhenzhu's ten yuan from the beginning.

Several years have passed, and Zhao Zhenzhu has never had any trouble.

Zhou Fugui also took the twenty yuan as a matter of course and regarded it as a filial gift from Zhou Bingchen.

When Zhou Bingchen said this, Zhou Fugui couldn't pretend to be stupid, so he had to say with a smile: "I am old, and I talk confusingly. What I just said was ten yuan, and ten yuan is correct. Bingchen, from now on, you can give us ten yuan every month." Blocks are fine too.”

After saying this, Zhou Fugui was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

After dividing their families, the money Zhou Bingchen would send home was cut in half.

No matter what Zhou Fugui thought, he felt that he was at a loss.

"Dad, I can get ten yuan, but don't you think about the eldest brother and the second brother? Ten yuan a month, one hundred and twenty yuan a year, can they afford this money? I remember that the eldest brother worked as a waiter in the village. Accountant, the subsidy is only five yuan a month, right? Not to mention the second brother, it would be great to earn thirty yuan throughout the year. Are you asking your eldest brother and second brother to go out and borrow money every year for pension funds?" Zhou Bingchen laughed. He smiled and said.

Zhou Fugui fell back in anger.

What Zhou Bingchen meant was that he would pay as much as Zhou Bingqiang and Zhou Bingxing paid. Zhou Bingchen will not pay a penny more.

"Uncle Fugui, let me be fair. The current highest standard for the elderly in our Zhoujia Village is two hundred kilograms of millet a year for one son. No one can afford ten or twenty yuan a month for the pension. . No, not to mention our Zhoujia Village, even in the entire Qingshan County, no one can afford such a high pension fund." Zhou Dazhu couldn't help but complain a few times.

"Then... let's also follow the rules of Zhoujia Village. Your family will be given two hundred kilograms of millet a year?" Zhou Fugui looked at his eldest son, then at his second son, and asked.

"Dad, that's it." Zhou Bingqiang nodded and said.

"Dad, I think it's okay." Zhou Bingxing also had no objection.

"Dad, since I'm far away, I'll give you a discount on my annual millet! How about twenty yuan a year?" Zhou Bingchen also agreed and thoughtfully gave a discount plan.