Chapter 49

  Three days later, Zhou Mingxuan indeed delivered the money on time, 100,000 yuan. Since 100-yuan bills were still relatively scarce at that time, most of them were 50-yuan bills, so there was a large suitcase full of cash.

  Lai Ying's eyes nearly popped out when she saw the money, and now she was truly regretful of having agreed to divide the family property. Otherwise, some of this money would have been hers too!

  She can only watch as money slips away from her now.

  "Dad, take the money to the bank and deposit it. We'll need it in a few days and we can withdraw it then." After the previous incident of losing money, Cheng Zihan always felt that keeping money at home was not safe enough, and Lai Ying and Cheng Shihao might be eyeing this money too.

  Cheng Shihao was a heavy gambler in his later years, and he basically didn't have any leftover money. Otherwise, considering he's already retired and has over 500 yuan per month, his daily expenses at home aren't that high either. Plus, he came from a good family background, and his parents left him quite some money, so he should be considered one of the wealthy families in the village. Unfortunately, he gambled too much, so now he doesn't have much money on hand.

  Cheng Hai nodded and followed Li Lan out of the door. In addition to depositing money, they also planned to buy some things.

  Cheng Zihan furrowed her brow, and after Cheng Hai went out, she also followed him out.

  She suddenly remembered that she had wanted to discuss with Li Bojian about letting his family temporarily move into the ancestral house in the village. As a result of those tomb robbers and other miscellaneous things, it was delayed, but now going there should be just in time.

  Zhou Mingxuan had already returned to the city after signing the land use agreement with Cheng Hai.

  Cheng Zihan passed by when Li Bojian was sunbathing in his own courtyard.

  "Uncle Li." Cheng Zihan called out sweetly.

  Li Bojian opened his eyes and saw that it was Cheng Zihan, and he hurriedly revealed a brilliant smile.

  Cheng Hai is now one of the few ten-thousand-yuan households in the village, and this relationship must be handled well.

  "Zi Han, how come you have time to visit me, Old Man Li?" Lao Ba Jian smiled and stood up, walking towards Cheng Zi Han.

  "Uncle Li, I want to ask you something. Is the ancestral house in the village still being used?" Cheng Zihan didn't want to beat around the bush with Uncle Li either, and directly stated his purpose.

  "Oh? The ancestral house. It's empty now, but it's already very old, the house has a history of over 100 years after all, I'm afraid it can't be inhabited anymore." Zi Han asked where he wanted to do what?" Li Bojian thought for a moment before saying.

  "Uncle Li, to be honest with you, you also know that my grandmother has never liked us and had already suggested dividing the family property before. Now it's very inconvenient living there." The affairs of the Cheng family were almost no longer a secret in the village.

  Cheng Hai is not the biological son of Cheng Shi Hao, but was brought over by Lai Ying when she remarried. Cheng Shi Hao has never been very good to Cheng Hai, and Lai Ying also favors one child over another. It's just that Cheng Hai doesn't read much and is a simple person, so he hasn't made much money, naturally he can't compare to the younger son who bought a new house in the city.

  Two daughters married well, and Cheng Hai also married Li Lan. The conditions of Li Lan's family were actually not bad in their eyes, but they still couldn't enter Lai Ying's eyes, who had disliked her since she entered the door.

  Li Lan also had grievances against Lai Ying in her heart. If it wasn't for Lai Ying, Li Lan's eldest son wouldn't have died tragically at birth.

  Right and wrong have always been things that people like to talk about, so these things of Cheng's family had long been spread in the local area.

  Li Bojian also understood this.

  The ancestral house was originally very dilapidated, and although he was the village head, if he wanted to let the Cheng family live in it, he would still need to ask the real owner of the ancestral house first.

  "Zi Han, how about this? This house originally belonged to your eighth uncle. If you want to live here, you need to ask for his opinion first. I'll accompany you to find him now. If he agrees, you can move in and live here, what do you think?" Li Bojian had always gotten along well with Cheng Hai, and Cheng Zi Han was also very likable to him. He naturally wanted to help this family out. Not to mention that Cheng Hai is rich now, even if he didn't have money and came to ask for his help, he would still lend a hand.

  "Good." In Cheng Zihans heart, there was only one impression of Eighth Uncle Gong, a weird temper and a perverted mind.

  The old man is almost ninety years old, usually lives alone in a small house, and the other family members never come to visit him. Over time, his temperament has become very eccentric, often getting angry for no reason, and it's hard to get along with him.

  When Li Bojian arrived at the gate of Ba Shu Gong, the old man was scolding again for some reason. A bowl flew straight towards the door, and the roar from inside the house sounded particularly loud.

  Li Bojian looked at Cheng Zihuan helplessly, sighed and walked in, calling out, "Eighth Uncle, who made you unhappy?"

  Cheng Zihan also followed in, the house was very small, a small courtyard, on top of which was added a small balcony, blocking out all the sunlight, making the whole room look dark and gloomy.

  An old man sat in a rattan chair, puffed up, without lighting the lamp, and could only vaguely see the old man's face under the weak light. Wrinkled like dried orange peel.

  He was also very slender, only that pair of eyes, piercing gaze, as if carrying a kind of desolate and bleak look through the world.

  Cheng Zihan saw those eyes and was stunned, her feet unable to move another step forward.

  The old man also stared at her for a long time before sighing and saying, "You're here for the ancestral house behind the village, aren't you?"

  Before Chengzi Han and Li Bojian could speak, the old man asked coldly.

  His voice was hoarse to the extreme, and if you didn't listen carefully, it would be very difficult to hear what he was saying.

  When he spoke, Cheng Zihan didn't see his mouth moving. If it weren't for the fact that she clearly heard the sound coming from his mouth, Cheng Zihan would have thought she had misheard.

  Does this old man still have some kind of prophetic ability? They had just entered the door and hadn't stated their purpose, yet the other party spoke first.

  Cheng Zihan looked at him with some confusion, but saw that he was also smiling ambiguously at her. Cheng Zihan's heart skipped a beat, feeling as if his gaze had seen through her, as if no secret could be hidden from him.

  This old man is probably not simple!

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