Chapter Ninety-One: A Life's Work Is Gone
But they still have more than 10,000 yuan now, and they don't give it to the eyes of the village, not because they are afraid of being borrowed, but because there are so many families in the village, it is not okay to borrow this, and it is not okay to borrow that.
Of course, this incident that Tang Zhinian was worried about did not happen, a young descendant in the village at the beginning, just because he made some money, and finally because of the borrowing of money, the people in the village were not very good, and the whole family moved out of the village, and they have not come back until now.
Tang Zhinian is not used to dealing with these relationships, so he simply thinks that all this money has been washed away by the flood, and he is also determined to let people know that he can't let people know, and he still wants his daughter to go to school, which is his daughter's tuition fee in the future.
Tang Zhijun stuffed the money into the tarpaulin again, then climbed on top of the big tree in his house, put the money on it, and then took it down after his house was built.
These clothes were also put in the early morning of the next day, they took them and put them in a small house in the field, and then planted a few acres of land at home, just like the village chief said, the house can be built again, even if you sleep outside, you can't freeze to death, but if the land is really deserted, then even a bite of food is gone.
There are old and young people in the family, how can they feed them with so many mouths, and I am afraid that they will only starve to death.
The people from the village and the county all helped the villagers to repair the houses, and it was better if they could be repaired. If it can't be repaired, let's help build the house first.
No matter what, there is also a place to shelter from the wind and rain.
The Tang family's house added a few bricks, and then made the roof out of wood, which was also ready to be inhabitable, and the bedding and the like inside could only be redone, and the two brothers of the Tang family rode a tricycle to the city to buy some things and came back.
The house was cleaned and cleaned, and Tang Zhinian also made tables and chairs out of wood, so much like that.
On the first day he came back, Tang Zhijun had already taken back the 10,000 yuan that had been erected on the tree, and then went to the credit union in the city before dawn the next day to save it, so as not to have long nights and dreams.
They only left a hundred or so yuan for the family, which was enough.
The two brothers are still farming silently, and they are busy in the field every day, hoping that the price of vegetables can be better this year, so that they can make more money. Although it is said that the family now has 10,000 yuan, if you think about it, these are really not enough.
The house has to be built, the three mouths in the family have to eat, Tang Yuxin is still young, and he has to marry Tang Zhijun's daughter-in-law, and he may have to build another house.
Tang Yuxin sat in Sun Zhong's house, which was empty and empty, holding a wooden plank and practicing needle pricking on it.
Chen Zhong touched the new wall of his house, this flood washed away all the good things he had accumulated over the years, including his books.
"Alas......" he sighed, the hard work of this life.
Fortunately, he walked over and squatted in front of Tang Yuxin.
"You little girl didn't wash away the water, and all the hopes of grandpa in the future are on you. ”
He rubbed Tang Yuxin's little head, and he finally felt a little comforted in his heart.