Zhang Baojiang had a good plan; if the old man had money, they wouldn't have been unable to pay when their mom was in the hospital.
What's more, the only money was the fifty thousand yuan from Grandma! In the countryside, funerals don't bring much money back. With Grandma's funeral and preparing for the old man's...
At most, there'd be thirty thousand yuan left.
Zhang Baohe and Baolan exchanged glances, both spouses thought it over, and then they exclaimed in unison:
"Why the hell?!"
Baolan was not great at math in school, but now she was a wiz with the accounts: "Big brother, how can you be so cunning? Who would want these mountains and old houses?"
"Exactly!" Zhang Baohe didn't want to be outdone: "It's you who are the clever one, trying to fob us off with those things and keeping the money to yourself!"
