Dressed as a little farmer's lucky treasure, God sends blessings and asks for forgiveness

Chapter 198 The whole village shares the money



Chapter 198 The whole village shares the money

During the days of the funeral, the whole village ate together in a big pot, and there was also money for the funeral master, so the total cost was almost fifty taels of silver.

The remaining integer is just enough to be shared among the whole village.

"I have an idea about how to divide the money. First, those of us who have lost family members should get more as compensation. Second, our village's heroes, Mr. Tai and Zhao Guocheng and others should get more. After all, if it weren't for them, more people might have died in our village. This has already minimized the losses. What do you think?" Village Chief Zhao looked at the villagers and asked.

"Village chief, why don't you save my family first? If you had come to my house first, my man wouldn't have died and would still be alive, and our family wouldn't have lost its pillar." A woman wailed.

"We all know the situation in your house. It's not that we didn't want to come to your house first. It was mainly because it was the middle of the night and it was dark. We couldn't see which family's situation was more serious, so we could only go to the nearest family to help, and we went door to door. I'm sorry that I couldn't save your man, but you can't blame us for this. After all, if we didn't save them, there would be more casualties. You saw it at the time. Several people in my family were injured and covered in blood, but they were still fighting desperately with the wolves. We have tried our best." Zhao Guocheng said with a frown.

He didn't expect that saving people would cause him to get sick.

"Yes, Zhao Laoer's family is at the end of the village. They should be the first to suffer. I also heard Zhao Laoer shouting that the wolf is coming, so I responded in advance. Your family is close to the village entrance, so you definitely couldn't hear it. You can't blame Zhao Laoer for this." A villager said something fair.

"Yes, at least they saved your son, otherwise you would have to send two people up the mountain every day. You should be content, it's fate." A woman advised.

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It’s a good persuasion, but please stop talking.

Everyone was talking at once, and Village Chief Zhao frowned.

He roared, "Silence!"

"I'm the village chief. The first thing I have to consider is the entire village, all the villagers, not just one villager. You are close to the village head, so it stands to reason that the wolves would have come to your house last. Other families were attacked by wolves first, so it's impossible for them to skip other families and go straight to yours. Besides, it wasn't just one family that was attacked by wolves last night, but all families were attacked by wolves one after another. How do you want us to save them? Don't think about those useless questions. Now that things have come to this, you can only be worthy of your man by raising the child well and letting him grow up." After saying this, Village Chief Zhao sighed and started asking people to count the silver.

The reason why he waited several days before distributing the money was because he was afraid that some family members would be in a bad mood. He didn't expect that they were still like this after these days. But it is understandable. He is an old man and he almost died that night.

They sent people to investigate for a long time these days but could not find out why these wolves attacked the village.

The matter could only be left unresolved. For the time being, no one wanted to go up the mountain. They were all afraid of going up the mountain, for fear of encountering wolves or other ferocious beasts.

Village chief Zhao was in charge of the registration. There were a total of 120 households in the village. Excluding the eight families whose relatives had passed away, several people in Zhao Guocheng's family received an extra 1 tael of silver each, and the rest received 2 taels of silver each. The remaining small amount of silver remained in the hands of the village chief as money for repairing the village's ancestral hall.

Although the amount of silver is not much, for the villagers of Guxian Village, two taels of silver are enough for them to safely get through the winter, and they will have money to buy rice seeds and grain next year.

Zhao Guocheng hadn't originally thought about dividing the silver, but since the whole village was sharing it, he wouldn't complain about having too much money.

The happiest person was Qin Ming. The three of them together earned nine taels of silver. However, in the Zhao family, Qin Ming was the most seriously injured, and he was injured for Zhao Guocheng. Now there were two seriously injured people in the family, in addition to Qin Ming there was Peng Wencai.

This time when the wolves attacked the village, Peng Wencai was held back by Grandma Sun and did not come out. If he had come out, he would probably have been fed to the wolves.

It was because Peng Wencai was injured too badly and his vitality was damaged. By the time of the New Year, his injuries were almost healed.

Old Master Tai had long since recovered his energy and some of his external injuries had already scabbed over.

Qin Ming now has to change the dressing every two or three days.

Zhao Guocheng didn't let Qin Ming work in the workshop and let him rest directly. After all, he was injured while saving him, and he was very grateful.

So this injury must be healed.

Old Master Tai looked at the silver from left to right, then stuffed it into Zhao Shiying's hand with disdain.

"Grandpa Tai, why did you give me the money?" Zhao Shiying was startled. What do you think about the three taels of silver that suddenly ran into her arms?

She was very surprised. Grandpa Tai wouldn't even want money, would he?

"I'll buy you some candy." Old Master Tai doesn't care about money. He has a nonchalant attitude towards it. The key point is that he doesn't know what the money is for.

All the food and drinks were at Zhao's house, so he had no place to spend money.

"Ah? You just gave it to me directly, with so much money?" Zhao Shiying stared.

Although she loves money, a gentleman earns money in a proper way.

This money cannot be collected.

"Well, I'll buy you some candy. If you give it to me, I might not even know when it fell." Old Master Tai nodded.

Zhao Shiying felt that Grandpa Tai was right, so she looked at Zhao Guocheng.

"Daddy, can I take it?" Zhao Shiying blinked.

"Well, that's fine. You can keep it for Grandpa Tai first, and then you can return it to him when Grandpa Tai needs money in the future." Zhao Guocheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Mr. Tai spoils his children too much.

"Oh yeah, I have three more taels of silver." Zhao Shiying grinned happily.

Mr. Tai also laughed happily.

This matter was over, and soon it was the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year.

Today, the village began to have a New Year atmosphere.

Starting today, we not only have to prepare delicious food, but also invite the Kitchen God.

Zhao Shiying saw the skill of inviting the Kitchen God. It was just like worshiping a sacrifice, which required offerings and a new Kitchen God picture.

Wait until after the busy time before making other food.

Zhao Shiying couldn't sit still. She had wanted to go to the market to look at umbrellas a long time ago, but had been putting it off until now.

She thought that if the umbrella was really expensive, or not available, then she must get it.

Anyway, most of the workshops are still empty. At worst, we can hire a group of people to make umbrellas directly. We don’t believe that we won’t be able to sell them.

So he pestered Zhao Guocheng to drive to the town.

When they arrived in the town, Zhao Guocheng took Zhao Shiying to the place where rain gear was sold.

As a result, there are very few things here.

The straw raincoat is so heavy that I can hardly lift it up, let alone wear it. It must be so heavy, not to mention working in it, just don't fall over.

As for umbrellas, there were only oil-paper umbrellas, which looked good but were not practical. Or perhaps the makers cut corners, as the oil-paper umbrellas would break after just a few uses, or would start to drip water. Therefore, when it rained, ordinary people could only get wet or wear heavy raincoats.

However, I heard that there are umbrellas that can keep out the rain in the capital, but they are very expensive, costing several taels of silver each.


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