Farmhouse nan nan fortune is prosperous

Chapter 42 Compensation (Please recommend a ticket for collection)

"You should, eat quickly." Old man Zhang expressed gratitude.

If it weren't for these two people, he wouldn't be able to see his eldest son. How could he not be afraid of life and death matters.

The two didn't refuse, and left after eating,

After watching the two of them leave, old man Zhang looked at boss Zhang with his hands behind his back.

Boss Zhang has already woken up, the noodle soup has been finished, and his complexion is much better. Compared with the sallow yellow he saw at the beginning, he is now a bit more popular.

"Zhang Jin! You are really capable!" Old man Zhang was angry and distressed!
"Going to seek death for 50 taels of silver! Have you ever thought about your wife, children, and parents, who are all of you!"

Zhang Wangshi was already crying, but when she heard this, she couldn't restrain herself.

Rui Ge'er stood there with his head down.

"Father, my son is not filial, and he is infatuated with ghosts for a while, so hit me!" Boss Zhang also wailed loudly. When he wanted to die, he had nothing to fear, but now that he was rescued, he was a little scared.

If he were to die now, he would not have the courage anymore.

"What's the matter, let's talk about it when I wake up tomorrow. Don't think about it, go to sleep." Old man Zhang waved his fist, but he didn't hit it after all.

After the reprimand, he put his hands behind his back and went back to the room.

"Brother Heng, go to bed early." Old man Zhang said wearily.

Although the family has money, how to get the money.

"I'm back, go to sleep." Mrs. Zhang and Liu heard the conversation just now clearly, and spoke first before old man Zhang opened his mouth.

Old man Zhang suppressed the thought of confiding, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next day Fu Bao woke up and saw his elder brother busy in the yard, with a curious expression on his face, wanting something, but was held back by Wen Heng, so he had to shut up.

The rest of the family was also very curious, but they didn't say anything.

Boss Zhang, who was a little panicked at first, calmed down a little.

Fu Bao and the others went to school after dinner.

Mrs. Zhang Wang and Mrs. Da Li also prepared all the dishes, and a group of people went out to the stall, and Mr. Zhang helped with work at home.

Because the house is going to be built, Boss Zhang will not have nothing to do. He will build furniture in advance, go to the mountain to pick wood, carry it back, and then work.

This day was also very fulfilling, and the matter of 50 taels of silver was left behind.

Old man Zhang and Mrs. Zhang and Liu thought of a way to deal with it. Since the money owed by Zhang Boss alone, he must not be repaid with the money of his grandfather at home.

Although they can insist on doing this, but if the bowl of water is not level, it will not be fair to others.

So the two of them came up with the idea of ​​asking the boss to issue an IOU.

Give money from the grandpa and lend it to them.

Then pay it back slowly.

After all, the business of the stalls is very good now. They can earn a small two hundred cash per room in a day, and only three taels of silver in a month. Calculated in this way, it is a bit slow to pay back, but after all, other people will not say anything.

During dinner at night, old man Zhang talked about this matter.

"Father, does the family have 50 taels of silver?" Sun Taohua grasped the point, his eyes lit up, the family has so much money.

"I don't have any at home, but before Brother Heng's parents passed away, they gave money for tuition fees, so they can be embezzled temporarily." Zhang Liu gave Sun Taohua a glaring look.

"Oh, fine." Sun Taohua curled her lips and continued to eat the fried egg in front of her. As a pregnant woman, she would have an extra fried egg made with lard every day.

Apart from doing needlework, she just ate and drank, so Sun Taohua's hostility was also reduced a lot.

"Father, mother, what is Landlord Liu's background? Why does he lose money when he says he will lose money? What if he broke the bed on purpose?" Fu Bao was puzzled.

When things are not investigated clearly, a conclusion is drawn.

"Fubao, you eat your meal." Old man Zhang didn't follow Fubao's words this time, but told her not to talk while eating.

Fu Bao pouted.

So it's settled.

The family members discussed and planned to pay back the money in a few days, and a stone in Mrs. Zhang's heart fell to the ground.

It was only today that Boss Zhang knew that it was so profitable to set up a stall and sell food.

Can be snatched every day.

Because in addition to the people working on the dock, people living nearby will also buy it to taste, so the supply is in short supply.

Six or seven sets of pigs can be sold every day.

Zhang Xiaowu called Liu Hui over to help out together, as long as he gave [-] Wen a day.

After the money was distributed in the evening, Fu Bao and Wen Heng went to the warehouse to do their homework as usual, while Zhang Boss polished wood in the warehouse.

Seeing his eldest brother knocking and beating, as if he was making a box, Fu Bao had an idea, dropped the book in his hand, and ran over to ask.

"Brother, is this box for clothes?"

"Well, what kind of flowers does Fubao like, when the time comes, big brother will draw your favorite flowers on your wardrobe." Boss Zhang said this, but his hands didn't stop.

"Could it not be made into a box? It's too troublesome to find things in the box." Fu Bao said with a sad face.

The last time Mother asked him to look for a shoe in a box, she rummaged for a long time before finally finding it from the bottom of the box.

"What does that building look like?" Boss Zhang stopped what he was doing.

"I'll draw it for you, take a look." Fu Bao hurriedly climbed to the desk and drew a picture of the custom-made wardrobe from his previous life.

She drew the one with double doors, which is simple and practical. In addition, there were not so many clothes in ancient times, so there was no need to open three doors and four doors.

After a few strokes, it took shape.

"Brother, look." Fu Bao began to explain the simple drawing, Wen Heng glanced at Fu Bao, shook his head, and wrote homework on his own.

Fubao's explanations are very detailed, and Mr. Zhang has been a carpenter for so many years, so he is also very transparent, so after some explanations, he understood what Fubao wanted.

"Fubao, how did you come up with this style? It's really novel. I've made it for you to see in the past few days. It happens to have polished wooden boards." Boss Zhang was in high spirits.

As a carpenter, he just wants to make beautiful furniture. Fubao's style makes him very excited.

Such a creative wardrobe, if he made it, it would be amazing.

"Brother, come on, I'm optimistic about you." Fu Bao smiled, and returned to his seat to continue writing. Practicing calligraphy is a top priority.

In this way, after a few days, it was finally time to rest and Mu, and Fu Bao and Wen Heng finally stopped going to school.

Zhang's house is being built in full swing.

Because of Fubao's drawings, more foundations were needed to build the house, so old man Zhang bought a large piece of the back.

Preliminary estimates, a yard is completely covered, and all new furniture is used inside, and it costs 100 taels of silver back and forth, which is a bit distressing, even though the family has money.

But when he thought about the income from setting up a stall every day, he felt relieved again. The house was built bigger, and there would be a place for the grandchildren to get married, so he could do it in one step.

"Father, I'm done with work, when are we going to leave?" Boss Zhang asked after he finished his work at the stall.

Today, I will go to Landlord Liu to pay back the money.

(End of this chapter)