Chapter XVIII Repayment of Debts

Sure enough, hearing that Ye Lingtian was regretting that he didn't win the first prize, Yang Sulan obviously believed Ye Lingtian's words. Seeing that his son had won so many bonuses, his mood naturally improved a lot.

This is a million, not to mention in this small Mitsui Village, even in Guixing County, he can be regarded as a rich man.

He patted Ye Lingtian's head lightly and said, "God really opens his eyes to winning a grand prize of one million for change! You kid is still not satisfied, you are still thinking about the five million? How can it be so easy to win the lottery? Our county has never heard of anyone who can win a grand prize." ”

Ye Lingtian touched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Mom, I'm just thinking about it." Now I have money, so I am in a hurry to come back, just to pay back the money owed by my family before the Chinese New Year, so that those who have helped our family can celebrate the New Year in a down-to-earth manner, and our own family will have a happy New Year. ”

Although rural people are not financially well-off, it is also common for them to take credit and borrow money from each other, and they generally do not take the initiative to ask for it in normal times, but at the end of the year, those who owe money will take the initiative to pay back the money.

If you don't pay it back, it will be another year after the New Year. Therefore, at the end of each year, each family tries their best to pay back the money they owe to others, and if they can't pay it back, they must make it clear.

Yang Sulan smiled happily: "Okay, good! You can have this heart, my mother is happy! If you can pay back the money, your mother can also put down a stone in her heart." Let's go, return the money, and everyone is comfortable. ”

Thinking that the burden that had been pressing on her heart for the past few years could finally be unloaded, Yang Sulan couldn't sit still anymore, and pulled Ye Lingtian up in a hurry to repay the money.

"Mom, don't be so anxious! It's noon now, so many families, one by one, don't think about paying it back at night. You tell me your phone number, and I'll call them to come and get the money in the afternoon. Ye Lingtian saw that Yang Sulan was in a hurry to go out, and hurriedly dissuaded.

Yang Sulan also calmed down when she heard Ye Lingtian say this, and it was right to think about it, for example, Yang Suxiu's house is more than ten miles away from Mitsui Village, and this time it will pass in an afternoon, not to mention that there are so many families.

Turning around, he took out a notepad from the back room and said to Ye Lingtian, "You give me your mobile phone, and I'll call." You calculate the interest according to the above figures, others have helped us, and we can't let them suffer. ”

After lunch, Ye Lingtian habitually lit a Chinese one. The taste of this China is still good, much stronger than that white sand, and it is still a penny, a five-yuan package and a seventy-yuan package, and the difference is naturally not one or two points.

Regarding his smoking, Ye Lingtian had already sued Yang Sulan. Yang Sulan did not blame her son for smoking when she heard about it, but felt distressed.

Thinking that her son was alone in Yanjing, in order to earn money to make up for tuition, he had to attend classes during the day and go to an Internet café to work overnight at night, and he could only sleep for a few hours a day, Yang Sulan's eyes were moist.

As soon as he finished smoking a cigarette, Ye Lingtian heard someone coming in the courtyard. When I went out to take a look, it was Xiao Bo Ye Lianxing, who had been working in eastern Guangdong for the past few years.

"Uncle is here, sit in the house. Mom, Uncle Xiao is here!" Ye Lingtian smiled and handed Ye Lianxing a piece of China.

Ye Lianxing took the cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and said with a smile: "Yo, China! Ling Tian, this cigarette is not cheap, only big bosses can afford to smoke it in eastern Guangdong, and all small bosses smoke Furong King." ”

Ye Lingtian hurriedly took out an unopened bag and stuffed it into Ye Lianxing's pocket, and said with a smile: "Uncle Xiao can take it if he likes it, I still have it." ”

Ye Lianxing was just about to refuse, when he saw Yang Sulan walk out of the back room.

"Little brother is here, sit down, this is the fruit that Ling Tian brought back from Yanjing, you can taste it!" Yang Sulan greeted Ye Lianxing with a smile on her face.

"Sulan, don't be so polite. Ling Tian is so tall, a head taller than those two boys in my family!" Seeing that there were only Yang Sulan and Ye Lingtian in the room, and the other creditors had not yet come, Ye Lianxing's face was slightly embarrassed, and his hands rubbed each other, looking a little unnatural, "The money is not in a hurry, the third child is gone, Ling Tian is still in college in Yanjing, and the tuition fee costs a lot of money every year, I can earn some money by working outside in the past few years, and my family can still get by." ”

Yang Sulan poured Ye Lianxing a cup of tea and said gratefully: "Little brother, thanks to you in the past few years, otherwise Ling Tianzhen and I don't know how to live." But God finally opened his eyes, this time Ling Tian won a jackpot in Yanjing to buy a lottery ticket, so we thought about paying back the money we owed to everyone as soon as possible. It's not easy for every family, Xiaojun and Xiaowei are not young, which one doesn't need money to build a house and marry a daughter-in-law?",

"Is it? Ling Tian is really promising! It's only been half a year since he went out, and he can earn back so much money, how can he be like my two bastards, who can't pass the college entrance exam, and can only barely control their own food and drink when they go out to work to earn some money, don't even think about expecting them to send some money back to their families! It's good to have money, you don't have to live like that kind of hard life in the future!" Hearing Yang Sulan say that this money was earned back by Ye Lingtian, Ye Lianxing sighed again and again, and at the same time was happy for Yang Sulan and Ye Lingtian.

Yang Sulan waved her hand and said: "That's this kid who bought a lottery ticket and won the prize, he really wants to go to work and earn it by himself, it is difficult to earn so much money in the year of the monkey." ”

Ye Lianxing said with envy: "This lottery not only depends on luck, but also on ability, otherwise so many people across the country buy lottery tickets, how many can win the jackpot? Anyway, we have never heard of Guixing County." ”

Just when Ye Lianxing and Yang Sulan were chatting, Ye Lingtian had already quickly counted the money, put it in front of Ye Lianxing and said with a smile: "Uncle, this is the money owed to your family, you can order a little bit to see if the amount is right." ”

Ye Lianxing hurriedly took out an IOU from his pocket and handed it to Yang Sulan, waved his hand again and again: "No need to order, your own family, how can you not believe it!"

Rural people are real, seeing that Yang Sulan has the ability to repay the money, Ye Lianxing no longer shirks. After all, I have a large family, and I have to spend money on food, clothing, and clothing, not to mention building a house to marry a daughter-in-law for my two sons.

"No, Ling Tian, there aren't so many, did you make a mistake?" Ye Lianxing looked at the banknotes in front of him and asked suspiciously.

Although he didn't count, Ye Lianxing could see it at a glance. The one he lent to Yang Sulan was 40,000 yuan, but now there are six bundles of 100 yuan bills with bank seals on the table, and there is also a stack that is estimated to be several thousand.

Ye Lingtian hurriedly explained to Ye Lianxing seriously: "Little uncle, that's right, the extra is interest. I'll calculate it for you according to one cent of interest, and the annual interest of 40,000 yuan is 4,000, and in five years, it will be 24,000. This is not high, and the interest rate on bank loans is almost the same, and some may be a little higher. ”