Chapter 142: 144: New Year is Here

Chapter 142: Chapter 144: New Year is Here

So, keeping money at home is really not safe. After all is said and done, the bank is still a lot safer.

“This is the family’s money. In total, we earned fifty-six thousand three hundred fifty-two yuan before the New Year. The tricycle was bought for one thousand six hundred yuan, which I paid for from my share. I’ve already divided the money into separate cheques.”

“Here’s your twenty-eight thousand. The rest of the money is for buying fertilisers and seeds next year,” and the other half is his, minus one thousand six hundred yuan for the car purchase.

“Big Brother, we can’t accept this,” Tang Zhijun shook his head firmly. They couldn’t take the money as they were not yet financially independent from the family.

“Take it,” Tang Zhinian stuffed the cheque into his brother’s hands. There’s something said about perfect clarity between brothers. You have your own family now, and you have to consider them as well. Moreover, I’m the only person taking care of the fields here, Tang Zhijun glared at his brother, who opened his hand to release the cheque. You have two people there. So, I have already gotten the better end of the bargain.

“Alright,” Tang Zhijun was going to refuse but was cut short by Tang Zhinian.

“It’s almost sixty thousand yuan. That much money, all of it staying with me, makes me uncomfortable. Everyone takes what’s theirs, and after the New Year, we’ll divide the profits from selling the vegetables.”

Once he finished speaking, he stood up. He finally let out a sigh of relief after splitting the money.

He knew that he and his brother were different from other brothers. They didn’t have parents and had to cultivate their land together. Thus, it couldn’t be divided. But the money earned in the future would be split equally to avoid any disputes between the two families.

They were both honest men but now with their own families, they had to plan for their respective households. So, the matter was settled.

Tang Zhijun knew his older brother’s temperament. He was definitely stubborn. Zhijun handed the cheque to Zhang Xiangcao, “This is our money. Keep it safe. I’ll earn more in the future to give you and Sisi a better life.”

“Okay,” Zhang Xiangcao tightly held the cheque in her hand, giving Tang Zhinian even greater respect. She was grateful for marrying such a good man.

Each one contained ten yuan.

This was the first time Sisi had received a red envelope. She shyly handed the red envelopes to her mother, then clung to her mother’s legs the whole time, but noticeably more energetic.

The sound of firecrackers could be heard outside the window one after another. The northwest didn’t yet have smoggy weather, so there were no restrictions on lighting fireworks or firecrackers. The air filled with the scent of the New Year was everywhere, and you could smell the faint sulfur scent left by the firecrackers.

The Tangs didn’t have much extended family, and the same was true for Zhang Xiangcao, so they didn’t have to visit many relatives during the holiday.

In the past, when Sang Zhilan was around, Tang Zhinian would take Tang Yuxin to the Sang’s to celebrate the New Year. But ever since Sang Zhilan left the Tang family, the two families had lost all contact.

Not having such relatives around was not bad after all. Why visit them, do they want to clear out their house? Tang Zhijun was sure that if the Sangs came over, their new tricycle would probably disappear.

Everyone at home lit the stove, and Tang Yuxin picked up a silver needle and held it in front of her eyes. The needlepoint seemed to shimmer with a slight bluish light.

“Uncle,” Tang Yuxin tilted her head.

“Coming,” Tang Zhijun rushed over, turned around, and presented his back to Tang Yuxin, then took off his cotton jacket.

Tang Yuxin stood up, a young child with a still youthful face, but held a stoic demeanor that could earn anyone’s trust.

She grabbed a silver needle, flicked her fingers, and then the needle swiftly penetrated Tang Zhijun’s shoulder, going at least an inch deep into his skin.

“Uncle, did you expose your shoulder to the cold?” Tang Yuxin had recently started practicing on live subjects, and her uncle was incredibly kind to her, allowing her to practice acupuncture on him.

Although she was small, she had this knack for acupuncture from quite a young age. And knowing that she was a doctor in her past life, she understood the human body quite well. Of course, she wouldn’t hurt her uncle. He wasn’t a piece of wood after all. He was her uncle.