Yesterday, after escaping Zhao Youcai's "pursuit", Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu said that they wanted to bring death to the family without evidence.
Since there is no proof of death, we cannot get the money back, otherwise what should we say?
When Zhao Jun heard this, he looked at Li Baoyu but said nothing.
When he saw it, Li Baoyu felt frightened.
Li Baoyu blinked his eyes, but when Zhao Jun still didn't speak, he couldn't help it and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'll listen to you, okay?"
Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this and said, "Baoyu, I listen to you on this matter."
"Ah?" Li Baoyu was overjoyed. Zhao Jun said this, which meant that they could hold back the money.
Two lynx skins, the bad one sold for 2,600, Xu Changlin had a share, and three people divided it, each getting more than 860.
The other one was worth 3,500 yuan, and the two brothers divided it, 1,750 yuan each. This meant that Li Baoyu’s small treasury increased from less than 100 yuan to nearly 3,000 yuan in an instant.
Money.
This is a huge sum of money.
Seeing the light in Li Baoyu's eyes getting brighter and brighter, Zhao Jun hurriedly said to him: "Baoyu, please listen to me first."
"Ah?" Li Baoyu was stunned.
Just listen to Zhao Jun say: "Do you remember, how much did my dad sell that skin last time we shot it?"
"Ouch!" Li Baoyu said "Ouch" and then looked at Zhao Jun in shock.
Zhao Jun added: "Even if the leather in autumn is not as good as that in winter, it still doesn't cost only 1,200 yuan."
As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Li Baoyu was stunned. Although he usually acted recklessly, he was very thoughtful. As soon as Zhao Jun said it, he understood clearly.
Li Baoyu's first thought was: "Last time, my uncle put that tiger cub skin in and squandered the money! How could he do this? Should I tell my dad about this? What will my dad think if he knows about this?
?How will our two families get along with each other from now on?"
Thinking of this, Li Baoyu gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Jun, and said solemnly: "Brother, I pretend I don't know about this."
"What don't you know?" Zhao Jun was speechless and could only explain to him, "Baoyu, we don't know, how can my uncle not know?"
"Ah?" Li Baoyu was startled. This time he really understood what Zhao Jun meant.
"Oops!" Li Baoyu raised his head, thinking that on the day Zhao Youcai sold the lynx skins, he first gave the money to Wang Meilan when he came back, and then Wang Meilan gave half of it to Jin Xiaomei.
When Jin Xiaomei took the money home and told Li Dayong how much money she had shared, Li Baoyu was right next to her.
Li Baoyu remembers very clearly that Li Dayong told Jin Xiaomei at that time that the price of the leather must not be disclosed to the outside world. According to the book, this is called wealth without revealing wealth.
Moreover, this matter had to be hidden from Li Ruhai, who was not at home.
From this point of view, Li Dayong is not afraid of not revealing his wealth, but is afraid of lying.
Come to think of it, Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan said the same thing.
In addition, Li Baoyu still remembered that he wanted to ask his mother for ten yuan as pocket money. After all, he had his own contribution to it.
But Li Baoyu still remembers that before Jin Xiaomei could say anything, Li Dayong said from the side: "What money do you want? You eat and drink at home all day long, what do you want money for?"
But after Li Dayong said this, he asked Jin Xiaomei for one yuan to buy cigarettes.
The more Li Baoyu thought about it, the angrier he became, but it was his biological father. He held it in until the end, and could only manage to say: "This old thing!"
"What are you talking about!" Zhao Jun slapped Li Baoyu on the arm and said, "That's your father!"
"My dad..." Li Baoyu's breathing quickened in anger. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice from behind the counter: "The tofu is ready!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the restaurant owner walked out of the kitchen with a white porcelain plate in hand.
One look at the large round plate, which is nearly forty centimeters in diameter, and the dried tofu inside is even bigger.
This plate cannot be made without two kilograms of dried tofu!
"Take it easy! I'm going to serve you rice now. The dumplings will have to wait a while." The boss put the plate on the table and turned to leave. He was the waiter and the chef. The guests ordered three dishes, so they had to cook them quickly.
Ah.
"Master!" Zhao Jun called out to the boss while reaching out to take the chopsticks from the chopstick holder next to him.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Jun smiled and said: "I don't want that pot of pork."
Since my rebirth, I have never been out of a restaurant, but I forgot that the menu at Northeastern Restaurant is huge. Especially these days, it is not as big as usual.
"Okay!" The boss was very happy. He went behind the counter, put on thick gloves, took an iron lunch box from the stove, opened the iron lunch box, and poured the rice inside into a bowl.
There are no electric rice cookers these days. When restaurants steam rice every morning, they take it out and put it in aluminum lunch boxes.
When a guest orders rice, he puts the aluminum lunch box on the stove to heat it up.
Looking at the boss coming over with the meal, Li Baoyu pointed to the counter and asked: "How much does the wine for soaking ginseng cost per jar?"
"Two points." The boss said: "Fifty-two-proof sorghum wine."
When Zhao Jun heard this, he looked back at the wine jar with the words "ginseng wine" on it and thought to himself that things are really cheap these days. Ginseng wine, you know, the ginseng used to make wine at this time is all wild ginseng.
The teapot Li Baoyu mentioned is a small teapot worth two taels, and the price is really affordable.
"Bring me a jar!" Li Baoyu said.
At this time, Baoyu felt uncomfortable, not for anything else but because he felt that he had been deceived.
Although he didn't do much, if it weren't for him, Zhao Jun wouldn't have given half of the lynx skin to their family.
But his own father made a profit from it, and it was a huge profit!
Of course, none of this matters.
The important thing is that he, Li Baoyu, didn't make a penny.
Zhao Jun sat across from Li Baoyu and heard Li Baoyu mutter: "It's so bullying! It's unreasonable! I'm so angry..."
Zhao Jun: "..."
Li Baoyu's vocabulary is beyond his reach.
The boss made some wine, placed it in front of Li Baoyu, and asked Zhao Jun: "Little brother, would you like something to drink?"
"I don't drink."
"Then wait for me to cook the braised pork." After the boss said that, he went to the kitchen again.
Li Baoyu picked up a pair of chopsticks and slipped the dried tofu into his mouth. He didn't even chew it, so he picked up the small vat and drank.
Zhao Jun found it funny just looking at it.
Li Baoyu ate another mouthful of dried tofu and took another sip of wine. When he put down the wine, he seemed to have made some important decision and said to Zhao Jun very seriously: "Brother, can we not keep this money? Let's go up."
Hand in!"
"Okay!" Zhao Jun agreed immediately without thinking about it. At this time, he could imagine what kind of storm and indiscriminate bombing would happen once Zhao Youcai was obsessed with money and his money hiding was exposed...
Thinking of this, Zhao Jun narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled on his face, but he suddenly remembered the scene where Zhao Youcai beat him, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, but reappeared instantly.
"Haha..." Zhao Jun couldn't help but laugh out loud. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw someone walking past the door.
The door of this restaurant is not big, just a wooden door with a small glass window on the upper side.
Just now through this window, Zhao Jun saw a person's profile.
He walked very fast, and his profile flashed past the small window, but Zhao Jun recognized him at a glance.
Li Baoyu turned his back to the door. When he saw Zhao Jun looking towards the door, he also looked back, but there was no one at the door.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
Zhao Jun frowned and said to Li Baoyu: "Baoyu, stop drinking."
