Chapter 17

"Okay, okay, come and play again during the New Year."
After chatting, Grandpa nodded to Chen Yuan, not knowing what he could promise, so he made such an invitation.
"Okay, I'll definitely come and play if I have time."
Chen Yuan also agreed with a smile.
Then he stood up and walked into the room.
At this time, Xia Xinyu was almost done crying, wiping her tears with her hands, and asked him with a smile through tears, "When did you buy cigarettes?"
"I bought them on the way to the exam. I know people in Jingnan smoke this." Chen Yuan originally thought about handing out cigarettes as a social etiquette, but felt that it was too social and not student-like enough.
But for some reason, he felt that he should buy a pack, which might be useful at a funeral in the countryside.
Fortunately, Superpower had failed; otherwise, Xinyu would have said he was too meticulous.
"You're so clever, you little rascal." Because it wasn't a sad cry, Xia Xinyu returned to normal after wiping away her tears, and there was no crying in her tone.
The banquet was about to begin, and everyone was in their seats. Xu Zhou's work was not yet finished, so he didn't peek any further. Carrying so much money, he walked to the main room and said to Xia Xinyu, who was greeting the guests, "Where should I put the money?"
Seeing the amount below, her hands trembled.
Although she felt that her uncle and aunt had given a bit too much, they were family after all, so it wasn't right to say anything. But she was very surprised that Chen Yuan gave so much.
Chen Yuan.
Such a nice name, and he called it Jiu Fusheng, making two mistakes in three words.
Over an hour, Xu Zhou registered more than a dozen names and received about eighty thousand in gift money.
If we were to elaborate, what was Xu Zhou so great at?
Only suona, no band.
"Is he a relative?" Jin Xiang asked.
"I will pay it back. Uncle, please take your seat, the banquet is about to begin." Xia Xinyu invited.
Xu Zhou roughly glanced at the amounts Xia Xinyu had recorded before, and used the abacus skills he learned as a child to calculate that the total gift money for the funeral was over seventy thousand.
After counting, it was indeed two thousand.
These two thick white envelopes represented everyone's concern for Niu Qiong.
In addition to studying at Xia Hai, there were also expenses for two years' rent, a total of seventeen thousand. It would be great if that could be solved as well...
Sure enough, Jin Xiangjun would definitely do such frugal things.
And so, enduring the really hard-to-understand accent, Jin Xiang collected money and recorded it here.
"Uncle Niu gave two thousand?"
Hiss—
"No, absolutely not..." Xia Xinyu shook her head and insisted, "I absolutely don't want that."
Like coaxing a child, Jin Xiangjun really had the flavor of a kindergarten teacher.
Xia Xinyu uneasily accepted the IOU.
What do you mean I'm the best?
And why pick such a simple name?
"It's not locked, please come in." Jin Xiangjun said.
"If you're going to be a rascal, be a little one, too much is too greedy."
She didn't know at all…
"This... alas!" Chen Yuan's mood was reluctant, but Xia Xinyu's persistent thoughts made him have no choice but to give up.
The pursuit of grandeur is an obsession in every man's heart, and Chen Yuan is no exception.
So, Xu Zhou wrote two thousand in the book.
He did want to do something for Xia Xinyu, but such a large registration was a bit too much. When it comes to money, shouldn't a close relative do it?
"I'm relieved to leave it to you; you're the best."
"Brother Chen Yuan, you are Dad Niu Qiong's best friend. I'm really touched that you could come specially." Auntie said sadly.
"Okay, big brother." Xinyu gave an okay gesture.
However, looking at the other person's trusting gaze, he still agreed: "Okay, I'll do it."
Seventy sheets.
Through some small-budget screenwriters' condescending views of the countryside, sarcastic mockery, and stereotypical descriptions, they shaped some mean, harsh, stingy, shrewish, and feudal rural images. And they put all these elements in one person, arousing the audience's emotions and creating an ugly feast that is essentially class antagonism and takes the form of regional discrimination.
Then, the uncle quickly stepped forward to hand out cigarettes and shake hands.
"Fangfang, you guys used to eat together often back then, right?" Looking at her aunt, Chen Yuan also said with emotion, "How old is your son?"
However, just as he wrote the seventh character, the uncle reminded again: "Fu, the fu of Qifu Qihai (seven blessings and seven seas)."
"It's convenient, let's just talk here." Jin Xiangjun used a natural attitude to indicate that Xu Zhou didn't need to leave on this occasion.
"He had surgery, but it was very successful, and he recovered very quickly. I took care of him the whole time, so I know the situation."
The gift money was only less than that of the uncle and aunt.
"At that time, he was actually very seriously injured and even went into the ICU for a while, but he didn't want me to tell you, so he only said it after he recovered, saying that he just fractured his leg..."
Just as she was thinking this, a hand covered her head and put her in his arms. And she, also unpromisingly, buried her face in and didn't know what to say.
He was telling the truth, Xu Zhou discerned by listening to his heart.
"..."
The first order broke the first order record of campus romance novels and became the first novel to have over ten thousand first orders!
"Okay."
"Uncle and aunt each gave seven thousand, and then there was a person named Chen Yuan, who also gave two thousand," Xu Zhou replied.
To give back to everyone, brothers, use the first order screenshot to challenge the management in the group once.
But everyone was very kind, and even in their hearts, no one blamed the funeral for not being grand enough.
Chen Yuan took a deep breath.
But after all, she still experienced something not so good.
"No... I didn't ask for it." Xia Xinyu insisted on returning the IOU and said quite seriously, "Please don't tell uncle and aunt about this money, I will pay it back to you, I will definitely pay it back."
And Xia Xinyu, as if her legs were filled with lead, felt suddenly weak.
"Jiu?"
Everyone was indeed hoping to help her as much as possible, so they were all so generous.
That matter was also too big, right?
Listening to them discussing, the banquet was eight hundred and seventy per table, a total of seventeen tables, which was the big expense.
However, even after the uncle in front of him repeated it, Xu Zhou still didn't understand. So, he turned to look at Xinyu, who was sitting next to him.
In fact, no one only has one side.
Can't cry, absolutely can't cry.
"The banquet is about to begin, let's go out," Xu Zhou suggested.
Coding now, see you brothers at noon.
Her parents' inheritance was over one hundred thousand, spent eighty thousand on the funeral, and there was still twenty thousand left, plus the gift money from this funeral, she did indeed have over one hundred thousand.
Who the hell are you calling Jiu?
"Chuyi." Xia Fang patted Zheng Minghao on the shoulder. "Call him Uncle Niu."
Jin Xiangjun thought for a while and then said, "Then how about this, I'll arrange a little translator for you."
"You little rascal, use your mathematical skills and help me with a favor." Handing Chen Yuan a blue funeral gift book, Xia Xinyu said quite easily, "Some people will come this morning to give money or white envelopes, so I'll just write down their names and then record the amount."