Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Chapter 683: Chapter 682: Do You Think Money Grows on Trees?

”Good girl, don’t worry! With your uncle here, I’ll definitely help you handle this whole affair,” Wang Erzhu’s dad assured her as he patted his chest.

After all, An Ping and Erzhu are good friends.

When Erzhu didn’t do well outside, he returned home and went to seek help from An Ping. An Ping took good care of Erzhu, paying him a decent salary every month and providing him with the midday meal.

For the past half year, our own household hasn’t bought any groceries—we’ve been eating the vegetables provided by the An family.

Now that An Hao has spoken, even if he is dissatisfied with the attitude of that young man from the Qin family, he must consider An Hao’s feelings and follow through with the matter.

Shen Zhihua’s father naturally agreed readily as well. Their family has always had good relations with the An family. Although he was somewhat disappointed that his son Shen Zhihua and An Hao had no fate together, it did not affect the interaction between the two families in the future.

In previous years, when the An family was poor, his family had helped them a lot.

Now that the An family is wealthy, the An family hasn’t skimped on taking care of them either.

An Hao, don’t worry! Since you brought it up, we as the elders will certainly help!”

”Okay! Thank you both uncles,” An Hao said, taking two boxes of cigarettes out of her pocket. ”I’ll have to trouble you with the yard.”

After some initial refusal, seeing An Hao was sincerely offering, they both accepted the cigarettes.

When Li Junping finished crying in the house and came out, the courtyard had undergone a transformation and now looked like it was properly prepared for a celebration.

Having arranged these matters, An Hao also prepared the red envelopes that would be used for the wedding procession tomorrow.

Neither too many nor too few, just the usual amount—to leave no room for criticism.

Qin Fen returned from smoking a cigarette outside and, noticing the change in the courtyard, immediately realized that Qin Jian must have stepped in.

Thus, he walked over to the bridal room in a few steps.

Indeed, there were An Hao, Qin Jian, and Li Junping inside.

Qin Jian was busy writing something, with a small stack of red envelopes by his side.

”Didn’t you say we had no money? What’s this?” Qin Fen’s eyes lit up. Clearly, Song Yueqin had been right—his mother had the money but just didn’t want to spend it on him.

Qin Fen reached out to grab a red envelope, but An Hao slapped his hand away sharply, ”Don’t reach out; these red envelopes aren’t for you.”

”Of course, I know they’re not for me,” Qin Fen said, frowning at An Hao. ”I just want to see how much money is in them.”

”What business is it of yours? Whatever the amount, it’s for the people who will accompany the bridegroom and for the bride’s side of the family,” An Hao said.

”Can’t I just have a look? Don’t put too little; I don’t want to lose face later,” he said, caring deeply about his reputation since he had been mixing outside for a few years.

”Still afraid of losing face? If you’re afraid of that, why don’t you go out and earn your own money? You still worry about losing face asking for money from home?” An Hao really looked down on Qin Fen, speaking her mind bluntly.

”Sister-in-law, can you speak a bit less aggressively?” Qin Fen glared at An Hao, discontented.

”Your sister-in-law speaks aggressively?” Qin Jian glanced at him, ”I think she’s too gentle! Her words neither hurt nor wake you up!”

At Qin Jian’s words, Qin Fen had no comeback.

He silently peeked at a red envelope and seeing that the amount of money inside was neither a lot nor too little, he said no more.

”Mom, about that... since you’ve already arranged everything, what about screening a movie?” Qin Fen still wanted to show a movie.

It was quite fashionable in the village to screen movies during festive occasions. It gave a sense of prestige.

”No screening!” An Hao rejected the idea with a single sentence, ”Do you think money comes from the wind? Whatever you say gets done?”