Chapter Eighty-Three: The Flood Is Coming
As soon as Tang Zhijun came over, he found that Tang Zhinian was holding Tang Yuxin, and his face was ugly.
"Brother, what's wrong?" he took Tang Yuxin from Tang Zhinian's arms, and then touched Tang Yuxin's little face, why didn't he let her sleep, and Tang Yuxin had a pair of big eyes like black grapes, and it was also an ignorant little appearance.
They thought we had bought something and came back? Reaching out to pick up the quilt, their hearts were frozen.
When Tang Zhinian said these words, his tone was also a little uncomfortable.
It's good that I didn't buy a TV, otherwise, I don't know what people say it would be?
It is difficult to do it, their family can only be poor, and they can't have some money, so they can only live with three poor meals.
Tang Zhinian carefully put Tang Yuxin in the tricycle again, brother, let's go, let's go home, it's cold here.
Tang Zhinian rode a tricycle, and Tang Zhijun helped push it behind, although he made money, but the hearts of the two of them began to be uncomfortable.
They made money with their own hands, is it possible that there is still something wrong?
In the evening, Tang Zhijun took out the check, brother, this is put here for you first, wait until next year or the year after, let's talk about building a house, and then don't move it first.
Tang Zhinian took the check, but he didn't know where to stuff it.
At last he stood up and put the check in the back of the broken cupboard in the kitchen, which the bank now needs to give you money, and if you lose it, the money will be gone.
Tang Yuxin sat on the side playing with his hair, but his eyes were grunting.
She lowered her head and touched her little feet, but she was relieved in her heart, she was still thinking, why can't the family buy a TV, if you don't build a house, if you build it, it's for nothing, and if you buy it, it's all for nothing, as long as the flood comes, everything will be over, it's better to get the money in your hands, and then rebuild your home.
And she also remembered where her father hid the money.
"That's it, second uncle, come on," Tang Yuxin put his little hand on his waist, then raised his face vigorously, and then put his toes on his toes, looking at Tang Zhijun sitting on the fork of the tree, Tang Zhijun is only twenty years old, just like a big child, Tang Yuxin can actually be said to have grown up on his back, so when he and Tang Yuxin are playing, he is like an elder brother, and he can also go crazy with Tang Yuxin, just like now, Tang Yuxin wraps the important things in his home, the winter clothes he wears at home, and he can't see what is inside, she puts these things on the tree for Tang Zhijun, and Tang Zhijun doesn't look at what is inside, anyway, the little niece asked him to put it, and he let it go.
It's still early autumn, and the winter clothes are still locked in the cabinet, so no one has thought about taking out the winter clothes to dry them or something, even if they want to dry, it won't be now, at least until more than a month later, although the clothes at home are not valuable, but if they are really lost, there will be no clothes to wear on the spot.
Tang Yuxin still remembers the flood that year, even if he didn't have personal experience, but there were still photos back then, the village was almost washed away, the houses collapsed, the ground was flooded, and the things in the houses were all washed away by the flood, only the big trees in the village were still alive.