Chapter 11: Raising money to marry off daughter

Ten, twenty…one hundred and nine yuan and twenty-five cents, how can it be so little, how can it be.

 Yang Zhong grabbed the money and roared at Liu Guizhi, gesticulating wildly: I told you to bring it all, all of it, can’t you understand human language? Huh? Liu Guizhi shrank her head, wiped the saliva off her face, and muttered, This is all the money.

 We said we had money to spend before, and we spent a lot of money eating meat, buns, and going to restaurants every day.

Yesterday, I bought Jinbao two pairs of the latest leather shoes, which cost 35 yuan, and also bought his girlfriend two new outfits, which cost 30 yuan, for a total of 65 yuan. What? Spendthrift woman, who told you to buy them? Yang Jinbao, take the shoes and get out of here. Yang Zhong flew into a rage, threw a stool, and shouted angrily.

Dad…Dad, the shoes. Yang Jinbao walked out fearfully holding the shoes, and handed the shoes over with trembling hands.

 Yang Zhong pointed outside: Get the clothes back for me, and take the shoes, return them all, go, go now! Yang Jinbao plucked up his courage and said: Dad, the clothes can’t…can’t be returned, if I return them, Xiaohui won’t marry me.

 Marry my ass, if you can’t get them back, don’t come back, get out! Yang Zhong kept muttering like a madman: Not enough, not enough, what to do—— Yang Jinbao looked at Liu Guizhi for help, Liu Guizhi pulled Yang Jinbao behind her, she took a small step forward in a panic.

My dear, what are you doing with the money? Aren’t we going to have a lot of money soon? Is there something going on now?

 How much do you need? Let’s think of a way together. Anyway, there’s still our family’s good-for-nothing daughter, let’s marry her off first to make up the money. With a clang, the sound of a basin falling to the ground.

Yang Zhaodi hurriedly picked it up, and the three people over there all looked over. Liu Guizhi ran over and grabbed her ears and beat her, venting all her anger on her: You dead girl, you can’t even hold a basin properly, what else can you do?

 Girls are useless! Yang Zhong’s eyes lit up when he looked at Yang Zhaodi. A few days ago, a matchmaker said that someone would give 200 yuan as a bride price.

 He originally wanted to look again and wait for a higher bride price, but now this matter is so urgent that he can’t wait at all.

200 yuan is fine, so he can make enough money. Stop it, Zhaodi, come here. Yang Zhaodi ran over and knelt in front of Yang Zhong, pulling his clothes and begging. Dad, I don’t want to marry an old widower, don’t marry me off, I have value, I can make money, I found a temporary job, only young female comrades are needed, only I meet the requirements in our family, selling me to others won’t fetch a high price, but if I go to work, I can earn 8 yuan a month, and 96 yuan a year, I’ll give it all to the family, if I marry out, this money will belong to my husband’s family, our family will suffer a big loss, Dad! You’re right.

Yang Zhong felt so distressed when he thought about losing so much money a year, but he urgently needed money now, and keeping a source of income at home would ensure future life.

What to do? He thought for a while, and also thought about selling the things in the house, but the things in the house were not worth much money, at most he could sell them for 50 yuan, and he was still short of about 94 yuan, not enough, but if he didn’t have enough money, he would die.

Yang Zhong grabbed his hair, and suddenly thought of something the matchmaker said before, another marriage where the son was dying and wouldn’t live for more than 2 months, and wanted to find a wife to bring good luck, but that family was poor and could only afford 100 yuan.

He didn’t consider it at all at the time, but now 100 yuan is just right, the money is enough, and he can still have some left over, and when the person dies, he can go and bring his daughter back, so he only loses two months’ salary, this is good, this is good.

The more Yang Zhong thought about it, the more excited he became, and he made a decision. He looked at his daughter in front of him, smiled at her kindly for the first time, and whispered what he was thinking.

 Yang Zhaodi’s heart turned cold when she heard it, and she was completely disappointed in this family, and her heart was full of hatred. Why, why treat her like this, just because she is a daughter? No, it’s their bias, their preference for sons over daughters, and they don’t treat her like a human being.

 It’s all their fault. If one day… Yang Zhong saw that his daughter didn’t speak, and he was unhappy, but he didn’t show it on his face. He comforted her: Daughter, don’t worry, Dad will definitely take people to bring you back, they won’t dare not let you go, remember to do your job well.

 Yang Zhaodi raised her head and asked unwillingly: Dad, didn’t you say that uncle’s family is rich, and Mu Mu’s sister’s family, why again… Before, because of this matter, her marriage was delayed until now, without being in a hurry, why is it so urgent now.

 Yang Zhong’s face collapsed and he said angrily: Shut up, it’s decided, Guizhi, go find that matchmaker now, everyone act, do what you have to do, get out. Yang Jinbao ran the fastest with his shoes, to find his Xiaohui to get the clothes back. Wu Guizhi didn’t dare to say anything, and quickened her pace to find the matchmaker.

Yang Zhaodi stood up like a wandering soul and went to the kitchen to cook. Yang Zhong made up the money, breathed a sigh of relief, walked around the house with his hands behind his back, and then began to pack things to sell, raising money was important, time was running out.

**Zhao Bing’s house.

 The atmosphere in the room was very tense, teacups were smashed all over the floor, and Zhang Cuilan and Zhao Bing sat in the middle of the room with disheveled hair, motionless. Zhao Bing complained: We’ve made such a mess of breaking off the engagement, this is the good idea you came up with.

 Zhang Cuilan didn’t take the blame and immediately retorted: This is also your own idea, don’t blame me for everything, you agreed to it, if you didn’t agree, who would dare to do it, blame yourself.

Zhao Bing’s attitude softened a little, and he rubbed his head and worried. It’s useless to argue about this now, we have to raise money quickly to get the film back, Yang Mumu is a madman, if we’re slow, we don’t know what will happen, once the things are exposed, not only will our reputation be ruined, but we won’t be able to save our lives.

 I gave her all the money I had raised before, and I sold my and Yitian’s jobs plus some money from home to raise 3000, now it’s your share, your 3200, but there’s not much money left at home, and the house is Yang Mumu’s, so I can only sell your job too. Zhang Cuilan patted her hands and cried with a mournful face.

But it can’t be sold for 3200 yuan, how can we raise it? We have to raise it even if we can’t, think about what happened today, can that be exposed? If you don’t want your life, I still want mine. Zhao Bing hated Yang Mumu in his heart, but he could only obediently raise money, counting on his fingers.

Although the job in the personnel department is the director, it can only be sold as an ordinary personnel job, at most it can be 1200, this month’s salary is 61, how much money is left at home, take it all out and count it.

Zhang Cuilan didn’t move, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and shook her head: There’s not much left, I counted it before, there’s only 1100 yuan, not nearly enough.

1100, 1200, 61, added together is 2361, short of 839 yuan, 839, what else is there? Zhao Bing grabbed his hair and muttered, slapping himself in the face, suddenly thinking of something, and looked up at Zhang Cuilan.