Chapter 210 On how the hundred-year-old money is spent

Author: Chi Zi Lian

Chapter 210 On how the hundred-year-old money is spent

After returning from grandma's house, we immediately went to grandma's house. We hadn't seen grandma for several days. It was time to miss us.

After my mother dropped us off, she declined the invitation to sit at grandma's house, explaining that she had to go home and clean.

We looked here and there looking for things that interested us. Grandma could tell which ones were bought by the boss, which ones were brought over by the eldest aunt, and which ones were specially obtained by the third aunt.

Grandpa just sat and watched and said casually: "How can we two old people finish eating without buying so much?"

Grandma was facing the big cabinet, turning back and winking at us to tell us not to say anything more.

We are also used to it, letting grandpa sit there alone and talk to himself, complaining happily at least, if he doesn't send anything over during the New Year, maybe he will be so verbose.

"Here you are, a hundred years old money, put it away." The first thing that grandma thought of was to give us the money.

Grandpa also remembered this when he saw it, and went to get the money, still muttering: "The pension has increased, so I want to give some money for the two little ones to buy some delicious food." When he took out his wallet, he asked

Grandma, "It's two hundred people."

Grandma said disgustedly: "Yes, yes, there are only two. How could you count wrongly?"

Grandpa also said: "It will be bad if you give less."

Grandma secretly told us: "He has a lot of money, but he just won't take it out."

It's in the bank, I know.

On such a happy day, we didn't talk much and just laughed along with grandma.

Grandpa was muttering to the side, counting the four bills, squinting and handing them to two of us, reminding us tirelessly: "Count again to see if there are any less." He smiled and continued, "In case there are two.

I’ve given you the ones stuck together, these are new banknotes, just taken out of the bank a few days ago.”

It's new, but it looks too fake.

We look at the light bulbs above our heads to identify authenticity. We have wanted to do this for a long time. Only at grandma's house can we be so upright.

"There won't be any fake ones. They are all taken out from the bank." Grandma advised us to eat something first. She asked a few questions about grandma's house out of gossip, but she would not keep asking because neither of us had any.

Nothing to say.

My uncle married a foreigner. His cousin is not tall and skinny like my uncle, and his academic performance is not good. Compared with us, even if we don’t have the halo blessing of "sons with dysentery are good at home", he looks like us.

Home is better.

And my grandma likes to call my cousin "little devil".

How's that kid doing now?

We felt that such a name was too rude, but we really had to think of a suitable name but couldn't.

Just like I had a QQ friend before, one day he changed his name to "Echizen Ryoma".

We haven't watched the Prince of Tennis anime yet, so we don't even know it's a personal name, and we still complain about how this person got such a weird name.

He asked us to help think of one.

We didn't mean it this way, but we really thought about it, and naturally we couldn't think of a good one. He even asked us if we wanted to consider changing our online names, but we refused.
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