"Get up and talk!" Zhang Wolf stretched out his hand and held Zhao Baozhu up.

"Thank you, Lord Land!"

"Besides, what do you have unfinished business that makes you linger in the world?"

"Back to ...... Go back to the land lord!" Zhao Baozhu hesitated a little, but finally said, "The little man saved a sum of money before his death, and he didn't have time to explain it to his children and grandchildren! I am worried that my children and grandchildren will not find it, so I will linger in the world! Please call the shots!"

"Hmm!" Zhang Wolf nodded.

This Zhao Baozhu Zhang Wolf naturally understands that he is a strange character in Zhao Jiabao.

Zhaojiabao is a winemaking family, and the descendants of Zhaojiabao will make wine, but the craftsmanship is high.

is the only one in front of him, Zhao Baozhu doesn't know how to make wine, and he doesn't like winemaking, he likes to do business.

Of course, it sounds like business, but in fact, there was no business in those days!

It's just a merchant who walks the streets.

Before the liberation, the people of Zhaojiabao took refuge in the Xilong Mountains, although they could make wine, but they did not dare to make more, let alone sell their own wine to the restaurant.

Most of them are home-brewed, and in addition to drinking them themselves, they take them to nearby villages or markets to exchange for some food.

Zhao Baozhu's business is to buy wine from Zhaojiabao, and then walk the streets and alleys to sell it to make a difference.

Although I don't earn much, I can get by.

It wasn't until later that he cut off the tail of capitalism and fought him several times before he temporarily ended his career as a merchant.

After the end of the dark ten years, Zhao Baozhu began to return to his old business, at this time Zhaojiabao no longer made wine, but it was difficult for Zhao Baozhu, he bought needles, threads, brains, old coarse cloth and other things that rural life could not do without from the supply and marketing cooperative.

Pushing the cart around the villages in the deep mountains, using these needles and threads to exchange for various mountain goods, and then selling them to the supply and marketing cooperatives.

Although it is very hard, this time you can earn more than ten times the profit.

After Zhang Wolf returned, the eight villages were merged into Xilong Villa, and the mountain road was built, which completely cut off Zhao Baozhu's financial route.

At this time, Zhao Baozhu was already sixty-seven or eighteen, and after the merger of the village, Zhao Baozhu also enjoyed retirement benefits according to the regulations.

But Zhao Baozhu couldn't stay idle, and began to think about starting a small business again.

Buy raw melon seeds and peanuts from various villages, go home and fry them in the market and temple fairs to sell.

As for how much he earns, Zhang Wolf hasn't paid attention to it, anyway, Zhao Baozhu is happy every day.

But people are rare in their seventies, Zhao Baozhu has been a merchant all his life, but he has endured hardships, and his body finally couldn't hold on, and he died quietly with a heart attack in his sleep tonight.

This is also the reason why Zhang Wolf discovered Zhao Baozhu's ghost.

Xiaomin sewed a deposit receipt of 3,000 yuan into a pair of old cotton shoes with seven patches. ”

"Well, I'll tell your children in a dream!" Zhang Wolf nodded.

This Zhao Baozhu has been a merchant all his life, and his knowledge is brighter than that of ordinary old people.

You must know that in this era, many rural elderly people don't trust any banks or credit cooperatives at all.

The money is hidden in the house, on the beams, in the bricks and whatever.

"Xiaomin still has 20,000 yuan hidden in our bellows, and they are nailed to the ground of the bellows with wooden boards!" Zhao Baozhu continued.

"Hmm!" Zhang Wolf looked at Zhao Baozhu in surprise.

This old boy is very cheap, huh?

Needless to say, the 3,000 certificates of deposit were earned in recent years.

The 20,000 yuan was earned before the reform and opening up, and I didn't dare to deposit it in the credit union.

The most important thing is that this old boy really has a set of private money.

"Xiaomin still has a jar and a big ocean hidden under the peach tree in the backyard. ”

Zhang Wolf was really shocked, no wonder this Zhao Baozhu refused to leave when he died, and he had been wandering around the village.

Zhang Wolf's divine sense swept away, and he soon found the jar of ocean that Zhao Baozhu said, there was not only an ocean in the jar, but also a small goldfish.

Zhang Wolf saw Zhao Baozhu's cold and stiff body, his eyes were wide open, and he refused to close them.

This Zhao Baozhu has really made a lot of money in his life, ordinary people have worked hard to save so much money in their lives, but they don't have time to hand it over to their children and grandchildren, and they will die if they are replaced by themselves.

"I see, is there anything else?" Zhang Wolf asked after stabilizing his emotions.

"No, thank you Lord Land for making decisions for the small people!" Zhao Baozhu knelt down again and kowtowed to Zhang Wolf three times, and then disappeared into the air.

Looking at the house, Zhao Baozhu's corpse had closed his eyes, his face had become serene, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart for a while.

told Zhao Baozhu's children and wife about the places where the money was hidden, and then flashed back home.

When he got home, Zhang Wolf lay on the kang, thinking about how to live up to this life.

It is true that he used his magical powers to lead the villagers to make money, and now Xilong Villa can be said to be the richest village in the country, and their township is the richest township in the country.

But what is the purpose of making money?

Is it like Zhao Baozhu, who hid the money and was reluctant to spend it until he died, and even made jokes that he didn't look at.

Through Zhao Baozhu's incident, Zhang Wolf understood that as a village director, he could not only lead the villagers to make money, but also teach the villagers how to spend money.

In the words of Deng Gong, spiritual civilization and material civilization should be grasped with both hands, and both hands should be firm.

Think about the later Huaxi Village, as well as Wenshang and some cities in the south, because of the policy and their hard work, they led the country and took the lead in living a prosperous life, but they didn't know how to spend money, so they gambled, took a second wife, and even took drugs, because of how many families were ruined.

Zhang Wolf doesn't want his villagers to be like Zhao Baozhu, who has worked hard all his life but is reluctant to eat or wear, but he doesn't want the villagers of Xilong Villa to become like those cities in the south that got rich first, to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.

Everything that Zhang Wolf had just experienced was naturally seen by Tang Feifei, and she saw Zhang Wolf lying on the kang with a heavy heart.

Tang Feifei turned over and grabbed Zhang Wolf's hand, and whispered comfortingly: "What's the matter? It's normal for people to die of old age, sickness and death, even our immortals have a time when heaven and man are declining!"

"I understand!" Zhang Wolf grabbed Tang Feifei's hand with his backhand and whispered: "I'm thinking, what are people making money for in this life? I don't want our fellow villagers to become money-making machines, they should enjoy the happiness brought by money! But this kind of happiness cannot be the kind of corrupt and dark happiness, but the happiness full of positive energy!"

"Happiness full of positive energy?"

"Yes! As their patron saints, we should not only ensure that they have good weather and abundant harvests, but also lead them to enjoy happiness full of positive energy!

"Husband, you're right! If this thing is done well, it will be a meritorious thing! But have you figured out how to do it?" Tang Feifei did it, looked at Zhang Wolf and said seriously.

"No!" Zhang Wolf said distressedly, putting his hand on his head.