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Chapter 96: Get rich, the bed is full of money! (Please subscribe)

The militia team leader was so frightened that he turned pale on the spot. He originally wanted to take advantage of the crowds here to show off his power and get some local specialties to go back and celebrate the good year. But he never expected to run into Zhang Ziyi and Zhang Laosan. !

"Third, Third Master, I, I was blind and didn't see you here, I, I..." He rolled his eyes to think of an excuse, lowered his head, and his eyes lit up, "I'm here to buy couplets!"

"Fuck, you're still buying couplets. Can your family understand the couplets after being blind for eight lifetimes?" Zhang Ziyi unceremoniously pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, took two puffs, and felt that the taste was not good, so he threw it to the ground. , scolded.

"Human, don't they all say that you need to learn science and culture... I'm thinking about hanging a couplet... Hehe, you, sir, have a lot..." This guy smiled ingratiatingly, revealing one of his missing front teeth.

"Fuck, you were just playing stick with my Jianping!" Zhang Ziyi stretched out his left hand like a cattail leaf fan, "Two yuan a pair!"

"You are a dime a dozen compared to everyone else..."

"What the hell, you came here to take advantage of me!" Zhang Ziyi pulled the trigger, and the guy was so scared that he hurriedly took out the money and handed it to Zhang Ziyi respectfully, "I also want to learn and improve my literacy!"

"Go fuck yourself, you are still making progress, don't bury your books!" Zhang Ziyi stuffed the money into his pocket, "Jianping, write him a couplet and tell him to hurry up and get out of here!"

"Okay, uncle!" Sun Jianping raised his eyebrows proudly at the militia captain, rolled his eyes, and started writing with a brush.

"The bald dog blocks the street, with gaping teeth and leaky air; the leopard toad steps past the doorstep, pouting out to show his face."

Hengpi: It’s not about beating sex!
When this guy saw the couplet, his face twitched like a filial son on the Qingming Festival. If someone wanted to do something good, he would look at it and read it out loud!
Hahaha!
The people watching were laughing their heads off, and even the most uneducated people could tell that this couplet was meant to scold Hua Yazi!

Lao Cao laughed so hard that he slapped the carriage board. Zhang Ziyi also laughed so hard that he wiped away tears. This kid Jianping, this word is quite dark!

No wonder the old saying goes well: A literati’s pen is as sharp as a knife. These few words written by Jianping are enough to make this guy unable to hold his head up even in ten miles and eight villages!

"What a pretty kid. Why is he so mouthy? I..."

"Get out of here!" Zhang Ziyi roared, making the guy tremble with fright. With the couplet under his arm, he crawled out of the crowd and ran away.

"Fuck! Just wait for me!"

Hua Yazi pulled out the couplet again and took a look at it. He felt even more embarrassed and panicked. He tore it into pieces, threw it to the ground, and jumped to the crowd and cursed!

They can't listen now anyway.

The piercing sound of trumpets came from the distance, and the artistic performance of the No. 1 Heavy Industry Promotion Team officially began.

The people buying couplets dispersed a little, and Sun Jianping pulled on his scarf to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He was so exhausted!
Writing is also strenuous work!
"You earned this money Jianping, I'll give it all to you." Lao Cao pulled the bag with the money over and stuffed it into him. Sun Jianping smiled and waved his hand, "Uncle, what's the point of this, why should I share yours with mine? Let’s all join the team, if it weren’t for the team, I wouldn’t be able to do this craft job!”

"Okay, I won't be polite to you anymore. Just treat it as something the team owes you. I'll pay you back when I have money in the future!" Lao Cao blushed and stuffed a bag full of money into his coat, looking at it. Zhang Ziyi laughed out loud.

"You're so ridiculous!" Lao Cao rolled his eyes at him.

"This means that a wealth of money is not as good as a skill. Let's not talk about Jianping's little brains. Let's just talk about this person. How can he not make a living wherever he goes?"

"That's true, this kid Jianping is very smart!" Lao Cao patted the two large pockets of money on his waist uneasily and raised his eyebrows at the old man, "Hurry up and get on the car and go back!"

"Why are you so anxious? Let me watch the show!"

"Just look at it, with so much money, what if someone stares at it..." Lao Cao simply huddled in the car, motionless, for fear of being discovered that he was carrying a "huge sum" of money. Secret, come and steal his money.

This is not money, this is the lives of more than 200 people in Ermajia!

"Uncle Cao, don't be in a hurry. It will be safe if we go back with everyone later." Sun Jianping tilted his head, watching Liu Fengxia, an educated youth from the same village, jumping up and down on the stage, touched his chin, and said slowly.

"When I saw Fengxia, I remembered that Wang Jingang's child is still detained in the commune. Lao Zhang, go and bail him out!"

"The last thing I want to do is serve that boy!" Zhang Ziyi muttered, jumped off the carriage, and walked towards the commune with a steady step. Lao Cao stared straight at his back. When he saw him approaching the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, he suddenly turned around, looked around, and slunk into the supply and marketing cooperative like a mouse. He slapped his thigh in anger!
"Did you see that bastard like you, Uncle Zhang, is going to the commune to buy food with public money, so you can't learn a lesson..."

Lao Cao regretted handing the half bag of money to Lao Zhang and muttered. Sun Jianping smiled and continued to watch the report performance.

The reporting performance was a very grand occasion. Wang Zhongyun, Director Yang of the commune, etc. all came up to speak, promoting the "great historical significance" of this reporting performance and material exchange meeting. The common people listened with their ears pricked up, and the children had expressions on their faces. Happy tasting candies that you can’t usually eat.

"Ah..." Lao Cao yawned. Director Yang of the commune was so nagging that he made me sleepy.

The maroon horse tied to a tree nearby also yawned. Seeing that no one came to buy couplets, Sun Jianping simply lay on the carriage board, tilting his head and looking at the leaden gray clouds gradually rising in the northwest sky.

It looks like...

It's going to snow.

"I wish our... greater success!"

There was thunderous applause!

Finally finished!
Lao Cao patted his dull face, took out his pipe and stuffed a pot full of tobacco leaves, lit it and took a puff. He had two large bags of bills in his pocket, which reassured him that no matter how bad the money was, he would still be able to make ends meet. 100. It would be better if there is some surplus to replenish the loan that was misappropriated a while ago. If there is some spare time, I will talk to Director Yang and see if I can get some more quota for resale of grain...

As for the thousand yuan left to repair the canal next year...

I can only think of another way!

The long artistic performance was finally over, and the sky was getting cloudy. The villagers, looking at the bad weather, drove their carriages one after another, calling friends and relatives, calling relatives and neighbors in the same village to get on the car, and hurry back!

Sun Jianping jumped off the carriage, led the bay-red horse into the carriage, followed the mighty returning team, whipped in turns, pulled a cart full of villagers who came to the market, and returned to Ermajia Village.

As soon as he got home, Lao Cao opened his coat and threw the two big money bags that had been hidden for a long time on the kang. The civet cat, who was lying on the bed and squinting, came over and scratched the money bags out of curiosity, earning a scolding from the old man.

Whoever dares to touch Lao Cao's two bags of treasures will risk his life!

Cats are no exception!
"Have the doors and windows been closed? Jianping, go and light the oil lamp. I'll count it and see how much you've earned..." Lao Cao ordered a few times like a stingy landlord. Sun Jianping pulled the oil lamp over, lit it, and placed it on the kang table. superior.

"Here are two pieces, one piece..."

Lao Cao was very methodical in his work. He first picked out the big tickets, put them in a thick account book and flattened them. As for the ones with one or two points, he put them into a pile and kept them for a while before sorting them out.

As for the coins, Sun Jianping was in charge. He took a sieve, poured a heavy bag of coins into it, and shook it twice. The larger five-cent coins floated on it, while the one-cent and two-cent coins floated on it. sink below.

"One, two..."

Sun Jianping picked out these "large denomination" coins one by one like picking up treasures. Each group of twenty coins was exactly one yuan.

After picking up five cents, I started picking up two cents again...

The son and daughter-in-law came back from the market with their grandchildren. They saw that the door was locked and they knocked on the window twice. Sun Jianping hurriedly ran to open the door.

"Dad, what are you doing in broad daylight?"

"Stop arguing about counting money!" Lao Cao muttered without even raising his head!
"Hey, Jianping, you guys are doing a lot right now, there are so many!" Li Xiuzhi looked at the pile of banknotes and coins on the kang table in surprise, "There must be several hundred of these!"

Lao Cao curled his lips proudly, "If Jianping comes up with a trick, won't he get money?"

"Dad, give us two sons!" Cao Chungui stretched out his hand as if joking, but Lao Cao patted the back of his hand, "Pull it out while you're at it!"

(End of this chapter)