Chapter 139 The Biggest Reward

Unlike Sun Kemin, Fan Zhiran shook his head secretly as he looked. He felt that cigarettes and snacks were fine, but those gold necklaces and gold bracelets were too thick, full of the smell of rich copper. He was afraid that he would be targeted by thieves and robbers immediately when he went out. And this mobile phone, it's enough for the old couple to use one together. Fan Fei actually bought two at a time. It's really coquettish. As for those clothes and shoes, it's even more exaggerated. How can you walk and work in these things?

If it is put on weekdays, it would be strange that Fan Zhiran did not scold his son well, but at this moment, the joy fell from the sky, and suddenly changed from abject poverty to a well-off family. The great happiness filled his heart, which made him not in the mood to be angry. And he also understood his son's intention to do this in front of these villagers, so he didn't say anything. After all, for so many years, it was the first time that his family raised his eyebrows in front of the villagers, and he couldn't spoil the interest of his son and his wife...

I've been poor all my life. Even if it's rich today, it doesn't matter, right?

After thinking about this, Fan Zhiran, who had always been used to keep a low profile, let go and calmly took the gift from his son.

Fan Fei's actions were carried out in public in the hall, which also attracted the envy of the onlookers. He even said that Fan Fei was filial and promising. The first thing he thought of when he became rich was his parents, which was similar to the top ten filial youth in the country.

Fan Zhiran waved his hand humbly and humbly, talking and laughing with his neighbors.

Perhaps it is the reason why he owes too much money. In the past, Fan Zhiran was used to being careful and smiling when talking to his neighbors. He also always looked at other people's chin and talking. He rarely looked directly at other people's eyes and looked down. At this moment, he finally has the confidence to stare into other people's eyes and dare to make jokes about others. He has a little self-confidence and calmness in the conversation and laughter, as if he has changed a person in a blink of an eye. It seems that Qian Zhuangren is indeed right.

But what can really strengthen his courage may be the pride of being a father.

Fan Zhiran has been working outside for so long. He is still a little knowledgeable and rational. He has never been carried back by Fan Fei's money. However, as a father, the biggest reward in life is the future of his children, and the praise and affirmation of his children by others. Therefore, in the praise of his neighbors, he was finally hit by a sugar-coated cannonball. An old face gradually turned red with excitement, and his face was full of joy. He kept grinning, as if he were drunk.

Sun Kemin held the black plastic bag and a set of clothes and shoes tightly, and happily walked to the bedroom to change clothes, but Fan Zhiran still stood still, talking and laughing with his neighbors.

"Dad, go and change your clothes quickly." Fan Fei gently pushed his father.

"I'm just wearing this. I'm used to it. The old clothes are comfortable to wear, and the new clothes... I'll wear them until the Spring Festival." Fan Zhiran shook his head and said.

"Buy a new one for the Spring Festival. Go and change this pair of shoes." Fan Fei looked at the pair of torn liberation shoes on the soles of his father's feet, and the Zhongshan clothes he had worn for five years, and said with a wry smile.

Fan Zhiran shook his head again and was about to say something, but Sun Kemin suddenly opened the bedroom door, poked out his head and shouted, "Old man, come in quickly and help me see if the clothes fit!"

"Go quickly, there are new clothes that you don't wear, waiting for moldy? Change your clothes and come out to meet the guests." An elder beside him also pushed Fan Zhiran to the bedroom.

Fan Zhiran had no choice but to walk in with his clothes and shoes, then closed the door, put a bamboo chair on the door, and immediately shut the noise in the hall outside the door.

On the top of the chair, it was because the lock of the door had long been broken, but Fan Zhiran was reluctant to spend a little money to buy a lock to match it again. He said that there were only two old people in the family, and there was nothing valuable to lock the bedroom door.

When Fan Zhiran walked into the bedroom, Sun Kemin was sitting at a broken wooden table, holding a small mirror and carefully looking at the necklace on his neck.

Looking at this necklace that had only appeared in the dream, her eyes were red and red. Her right hand touched it carefully, and she muttered, "How much does such a thick necklace cost?"

"Look at you so beautiful! This stinky boy is just ruining money, and he doesn't even understand the truth that the money is not exposed!" Fan Zhiran coughed softly and complained, and then went to get the pair of gold earrings on the table and wanted to take a closer look.

"Don't move!" Sun Kemin slapped his hand and said anly, "This is what my son bought for me!"

"Hey, will you be angry with two stinky money? Do you want to separate from me?" Fan Zhiran suddenly became a little embarrassed and angry.

"Ageousness?" Sun Kemin stared at Fan Zhiran and complained in a low voice, "It's natural for my son to respect his mother. It's all in the book, but you say that he's was wasting money. Is it a waste of money to buy me? When did you waste money to buy me something decent? Fortunately, I have been your wife for decades, being a cow and a horse for you, having children, getting up early and working in the dark, but in the end, I didn't even keep a wedding ring. Marrying you is really bad for eight lifetimes..."

"All right, isn't our son promising now? What's wrong with you? This is called middle-aged hard work and old age, do you understand... Besides, I'm not talking about necklaces, but mobile phones. It's enough for two people to use one together. Fan Zhiran saw that his wife was nagging and quickly changed the topic.

"Do you also know that he has a good time? Then how dare you hit him with a stick? What if I break him? Sun Kemin stretched out her hand and pinched his wife with hatred.

"Uh... Well, isn't it unclear before?" Fan Zhiran scratched his head and replied embarrassedly.

"Okay, old man, take a good look. This is all earned by your son! I counted it. There are thirty stacks and 300,000 in it!" Sun Kemin stuffed the plastic bag full of money into Fan Zhiran's arms again and smiled happily.

Fan Zhiran carefully picked up the plastic bag, opened it and looked at it for a while, and said worriedly, "Kemin, do you think Feifei is a little careless? He has to tell others that he has earned 300,000 yuan and pours so much money on the ground to show them... Isn't he so arrogant that he is not afraid of attracting thieves? Even if you don't recruit thieves, others will borrow money from us for a while. What should we do?

"What kind of thief? Feifei has planned all the money, 100,000 yuan to pay off the debt, 200,000 yuan to repair the house, and the money has been used out. What else do others borrow? Sun Kemin glanced at his wife, grabbed the plastic bag, poured the dozens of stacks of money into **, paved it, and then lay down quickly.

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't crush the money!" Fan Zhiran exclaimed in a low voice.

"What are you blind about? Can money be crushed? Don't make any noise, let me sleep for a while. Hurry up and clean up that wild boar-like hair!" Sun Kemin laughed and scolded, then closed her eyes and muttered, "Oh, I'm dreaming that one day I can sleep on a pile of money. Unfortunately, the money will be used out for a while. Let me sleep for a while first... Old man, why don't you also lie down and sleep for a while, huh?"

"I'm not as coquettish as you!" Fan Zhiran looked at his wife with closed eyes and a happy expression. He said disdainfully, but suddenly wiped his eyes secretly.

Fan Fei greeted the guests in the hall for a long time. Fan Zhiran and Sun Kemin, who changed into new clothes and shoes, came out of the bedroom awkwardly. Their appearance was not bad. At this moment, their bodies were all new. The well-fitting clothes and scraped fabrics also set off their demeanor, making everyone The eyes are bright.

It's just that Fan Fei wanted to laugh, because Fan Zhiran deliberately got some water on his head, cleaned up the messy hair, and finally became a traitor head with five or fives, and there was no change of shirt in the suit. It was still a dark green low-neck underwear, which looked quite funny.

Just seeing the solemn expression on his parents' faces, Fan Fei couldn't laugh, and his nose was suddenly a little sore.

"Kka"......

Fan Fei took out the digital camera he had just bought and took a group photo for his parents.

"We also want to take a photo with Uncle Zhiran. Uncle Zhiran is so handsome today, classic hairstyle!" Fan Rui and Fan Si smiled and stood beside Fan Zhiran left and right, making an OK gesture.

"Come on, Feifei, take a picture for me and my nephew!" The old village head, the seventh master, also rushed over and laughed loudly.

"Kka", "Kka"... The camera in Fan Fei's hand kept flashing.

On this day, Fan Fei's family was more lively than the Spring Festival. In the room, there was laughter, melon seed shells and cigarette butts were covered with the ground. Outside the house, the creditors queuing outside the door had already lined up in a long line, all waiting happily to collect money.

Fan Fei did not let them down. He invited a few young girls in the village to help divide the money and settle accounts, and repaid the debts owed with interest according to the interest of the bank loan. Although the interest is not high, Fan Zhiran probably did not agree on the interest when borrowing money, and those creditors used to think that they could not even receive the capital and would get nothing, so they were satisfied at this moment and thanked Fan Fei and his parents again and again, as if Fan Fei had lent them money.

It was busy until after 12 noon, and everyone gradually dispersed.

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(The third update is delivered. It's almost twelve o'clock now. It's too late. I'll code it tomorrow. The first update tomorrow is about twelve o'clock at noon.

In addition, thank you for the continuous reward of the book friend "Chu Evil King".)