The clansmen of the Song clan in Yanbian didn't even finish the ancestral meal, so they ran away in disgrace.

Half a million?

That's a lot of money.

It's not that they can't take it out.

If the strength of the entire Yanbian Song family is gathered, this money can be afforded.

The Yanbian Song clan dares to come to seize the genealogy, how can there be no background.

But let them take out such a large sum of money to repair the ancestral hall and repair the ancestral tomb, just for a genealogy, they are definitely unwilling, after all, the Yanbian Song family has only started a business in the past few years, and they have some confidence in the poor ghosts, but they are not considered to be rich.

Take out a big sum like 500,000 in one go, and they can't pretend to be it.

Of course, it doesn't mean that they definitely believe that the Fengsheng Song family can come up with 500,000 yuan to repair the ancestral hall, but they have to believe it if they don't believe it.

First, Song Shan's mobile phone knowers know that it is much more expensive than their eldest brother, and those who can afford it are all local tyrants of this era.

Second, Song Shan made a promise in front of the people of the entire clan, not only the Fengsheng Song family, but also the Song family members in several surrounding towns.

However, before leaving, they still let go of cruel words, if they didn't see changes next year, then the Yanbian Song family would not have today's politeness, which could be regarded as regaining a little face for their own shame.

When they left, the square was more lively, the countryside set up a banquet, the weight was absolutely sufficient, today is the day when the clansmen gathered, at least a dozen boxes of liquor brought back from the town, some of the old men let go of their arms to drink.

This is also a time for the clansmen to connect with each other.

Fengsheng Village is located in Mingyue Town, the nearby towns, Qingshan, Tongyu, etc., there are not many people who come and go with each other, this kind of occasion is the time to pull the relationship and climb the favor.

This ancestral hall meal lasted until more than eight o'clock in the evening.

Although the old patriarch was strong, his grandson didn't let him drink more, so he kept very sober, and when the banquet was over, he pulled Song Shan's father and son into the ancestral hall, as well as a few old people from the micro-character generation, and a few clansmen who could usually speak.

"Jifang, there were a lot of people just now, so I won't ask, but now they are all my own people, you just give me an accurate word, do you really take out 500,000?"

Although the old patriarch heard about Song Jiang's matter, but in his opinion, this matter is more or less false, Song Jiang may really make money, but the multimillionaire is too nonsense, so he is worried.

"Even if you can't get 500,000, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave with 120,000!"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep the genealogy of the Song clan this time!"

"If your family can make a big head, we are mobilizing the clansmen, get together, we can always make up a little!"

The eyes of several other clansmen also looked at their father and son, with suspicion and anticipation.

"I don't know how much money Oe has!"

Song Jifang glanced at Song Shan, this girl's mouth is 500,000, now it is difficult to ride a tiger, he gritted his teeth helplessly, and said: "But the 100,000 yuan he brought back before, he used some to pay off the debt, and now there are about 80,000 or 90,000, and I will call him to make up some more, even if there is no 500,000, I will never let us be ashamed of the Song family!"

"I don't need to pay this money from my eldest brother, and I don't let so many uncles, uncles, and grandfathers come out!"

Song Shan took out a card on his body with a smile and said, "500,000 will arrive tomorrow, I'll give it!"

The first pot of gold in their Song family was rewarded by their ancestors.

This thing can't be put out to say.

Because it will cause dissatisfaction if you say it, after all, it is not a glorious thing.

But Song Shan has never forgotten that even if there is no Yanbian incident, he is ready to take the money out to repair the tomb and repair the ancestral hall, the ancestor is rewarded, how can he also honor the ancestor, otherwise it will be a bad descendant.

"Shanzi, where do you have so much money?"

Everyone looked at the young Song Shan, feeling that he was not angry, he was confident, Song Jifang couldn't help but gasp, and asked in a deep voice.

"Dad, didn't I say it before, my brother and I are in business in partnership in the county, he accounts for the majority, and I occupy the small!" Song Shan replied: "My brother is now a multimillionaire, how can I also be a little rich!"

This money is the capital he got after selling antiques from Xijing.

Voted three million.

Buying mobile phones before and after, the motorcycle also spent a lot of money, and the 100,000 yuan that people brought back, after removing these, he was left with more than 600,000 yuan.

took out 500,000 yuan, repaired the ancestral tomb, not much, he still thinks it is less.

But don't go too far.

The ancestor is not his ancestor alone, if he does too much, the people of the clan will not remember the name, but the resentment, in contrast, they think that the ancestor will protect the Song Jifang family, but not themselves.

"Hahaha!"

The old patriarch laughed: "Ancestor bless, our prosperous Song family, finally out of talent, your brothers are good, we are the masters of our prosperous Song family, choose a day another day, I want to open a ancestral hall to comfort the ancestors!"

"Old patriarch, that's actually what I think!"

Song Shan said softly: "I can take out 500,000 yuan, whether it is to repair the ancestral hall, or to repair the ancestral tomb, it is okay to put it on the family's accounts, but there is one thing, you have to promise me, this money must be supervised, our Song family can make a fortune, that is the blessing of the ancestors, I don't mind honoring the ancestors, and I don't mind helping the clansmen, what difficulties does that clansman have, you can say it, but things can't be mixed up!"

"You're right!"

The old patriarch nodded, and he glanced around: "That's it, Jifang, in the future, you will be in charge of the account books of this family!"

"No way!"

When Song Jifang heard this, his face immediately turned red, he was a big old man, he didn't know a few big characters, how could he manage money: "Patriarch, I'm a big old man, I haven't gone to school, how can I manage the accounts, the twelfth uncle and the fourth brother are here, they are all high school students, you have to let them take care of it!"

The high school students of that era were different from the high school students of the 90s, and they were even more beautiful than the college students of this era.

"Jifang, you really need to take care of this account!"

The twelfth uncle is Song Weizhi, who is only five years older than Song Jifang, and is one of the first three high school students in the village.

When he was young, he went out for a few years, and was the first household of the Song family, and his house was also the first brick building of the Song family, which was built with cement and steel bars, two floors, and in eight or nine years, it was more beautiful than the current rich family in the village.

However, the good times did not last long, and began to fall in ninety-three years, I heard that because of a lawsuit to resell and buy state-owned assets, I almost went in, and then I lost my spirit, and the two sons were not very promising, but there was still some heritage, and in the Fengsheng Song family, his family was also a relatively wealthy family.

These old patriarchs are getting older, and he has begun to gradually manage the affairs of the family, he said with a smile: "We have to let the clansmen rest assured, such a large sum of money, everyone is tempted, but your family will not!"

"What Uncle Twelve said is that I don't come back often, this matter is still in your hands!"

The fourth brother is Song Jizhuo, a high school student in his early years, who joined the commune in eighty-one years, and after more than ten years, although he was not promoted to make a fortune, he was also able to gain a firm foothold in the town, not a big official, he was in charge of archives, but he was also a civil servant, and he was a few people who were more productive in the Fengsheng Song family, after all, 80% of the people in the Fengsheng Song family were farmers, relying on a few acres of land to survive.

"That's it!"

The old patriarch made a decision.

As soon as the old patriarch made a decision, Song Jifang didn't dare to object even if he knew that he wouldn't, and Song Shan looked at him quietly, although his expression was apprehensive, but he was obviously a little happy.

Originally, he was against it, he couldn't even see the accounts, and he was in charge of the accounts, isn't this nonsense.

But seeing Song Jifang's expression, he suddenly understood something, and he was right, although he was a foolish and simple man, he was not a person who didn't want Zhang Yang in his bones.

The scenery that Song Jifang wants is different from Song Jiang, what he wants is family status.

His vision is short.

His sight was not far away.

As long as he is respected by the people of his family, maybe he will be complete in this life.

So Song Shan didn't object.

Anything that can make Song Jifang happy, he is willing to go bankrupt to do it.

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Come home in the evening.

The courtyard is already full of people.

A large color TV is enough to fill their yard.

Chen Ruhui is smart and clever, and she has already spontaneously moved the TV to the yard, and then in the compliment of the neighbors, she turned on the TV, saying that she was watching TV, but looking at her appearance, she enjoyed the compliments of the neighbors even more.

This is not vanity.

It's a point of pride.

Our family is just promising.

This is Chen Ruhui's pride and happiness.

Song Shan was busy all day, but he didn't want to hug those little kids, so he went to take a bath and went back to the house to sleep.

Loud sounds outside.

The reflection comes in the light.

He couldn't sleep a little, he took out the small stone that he met in kowtow today, he washed the little stone, it looked like a stone, but it was definitely not the texture of a stone, but it didn't look like copper and iron.

And the shape of this small stone is exactly the same as the pattern of the palm of his right hand, which is a tripod, a very small tripod, and if you look closely, you can see clearly the ears and three legs.

"Does it matter?"

Song Shan asked himself silently.

He had a feeling that it was related.

But I can't figure it out.

When he brought the stone close to his palm, his palm still felt a little itchy.

But what does it matter, it's hard to say.

He looked at it for a long time, he couldn't see the famous hall, and looked at a red rope on the bookshelf in the distance, which was the pendant that Song Shan hung before, and as soon as his heart moved, he took off the pendant, and then used the red rope to penetrate the two small holes in the stone, which were the two small holes in the position of the Dinglug of the stone ding, which were just hoisted.

And he hung the stone around his neck.

He always had a feeling that the strangeness that happened to him was inseparable from the palm lines of his right hand, and even had something to do with this stone tripod.