Lin Zimu

"The total cost of the funeral is 6800. There were five tables of wine and food at noon and night yesterday, and the total cost was 3000. The remaining 3800 is 500 for the grave of me and the old man, and the rest is 3300. Big Lang is dead, and the rest of the money will be given to me and the old man for retirement." Grandma Lin said confidently.

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The little uncle slapped the table fiercely: "My son and daughter-in-law just died, you want to calculate their funeral money, and you want to starve your grandson to death, is there a mother like you in the world?"

"Be careful what you say." Lin Silang said, "What are you doing to my mother?" Lin Silang is 17 years old this year and has no proper job.

"What my brother said is reasonable." The second uncle also said, "Then don't bully the Li family. You still have three sons and two daughters, and you will use the funeral money of Da Lang and Jiao Niang to provide for the elderly. But it's over."

"After all, Zimu is just a bastard. It's fine for my son to raise him when he was alive, but he will be raised after death. I'm sorry." Grandma Lin looked at Grandpa Lin, "You are talking."

Grandpa Lin was silent, he was a man with no idea.

"My mother is right. This money is for your mother's retirement. Your Li family should not bully our Lin family." The aunt said.

In terms of numbers, the Li family is really comparable to the Lin family.

But after all, for the Li family, the water splashed by the married daughter cannot be too embarrassing.

"Even if your son's money is going to give you a pension, it's still half of Jiao Niang's money." The uncle asked.

"Then you have to be filial to me." Grandma Lin said.

The little uncle stepped forward: "You must take out the money today."

"You still want to hit someone." Grandma Lin also stepped forward, "This is my son's home, you get out, get out, and take Xiao Yezhong away." Lin Erlang, Lin Sanlang, and Lin Silang also stood in the forest. Behind you, grandma, there are big aunts, big uncles, little aunts, and little uncles.

The noise was so fierce that Lin Zisen, an eight-year-old child, couldn't stay any longer, so he went out.It's just that when he reached the door, he saw Lin Zaimu standing against the wall, and the people arguing in the kitchen just couldn't see him.

"Zimu, you're awake," Lin Zisen said.

Lin Zimu looked at Lin Zisen with tears on his face.

Everyone heard Lin Zisen's voice.

The eldest aunt hurried out and looked at Lin Zimu with distress: "Don't cry, baby, be good, don't cry."

Grandma Lin snorted: "Since you're awake, tidy up your things, and your Li family will take him away."

"I won't leave, this is my home." Lin Zimu came out of his aunt's arms, he stared at Grandma Lin, "This is my home, my parents' home, if I don't leave, you leave, you all leave. "

"You little bastard." Grandma Lin scolded, "I usually don't make a sound when I meet you, but let's explain it to you today. This is my son's home, and now this house belongs to me. How are you?" If you leave or not, even if you sue the township government, my Lin family is not afraid of you."

"Enough." Suddenly, an old voice sounded.

It was the old lady who had been sitting in the corner without making a sound.She has silver hair all over her head and walks with a cane.She walked up to Grandma Lin: "Bring out the funeral money for Da Lang and Jiao Niang."

Grandma Lin was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that the old lady would come out to join in the fun.

"Mom, you are already old, and we will take care of you in the future, so don't worry about the money."

"Shut up." The old lady picked up her crutches, "The funeral money will be used for Zimu's schooling in the future. Don't try to take advantage of it. Zimu and I will live here in the future. Don't bully him because he is young." Then the old lady walked At the door, "If you don't take out the money today, I will crash and die here."