They must have heard wrong, right?!
"You didn’t hear wrong, it’s fifteen hundred yuan," Jiang Changhai said as he took the money out of his bag.
That thick stack of cash made the brothers’ eyes go wide.
So much money, they had never seen so much money before, both were so excited that their hands trembled slightly.
Jiang Changhai counted the money in front of his brothers and when he handed over the stacks to each of them, Jiang Changhe first wiped the sweat off his hands on his clothes before taking the money with both hands.
Jiang Changtao also took the money with a delighted face, unable to wait as he began to count it.
When he finished counting, the smile on his face was irrepressible, "Haha, so much money, this is great, I’ve, I’ve made a fortune, I can eat meat every day now."
Jiang Changhe looked at the money in his hands, feeling a warm sensation in his heart.
With the money he had earned this time, it was enough for Yuanbin to grow up, get married, and have children.
Zhaodi was right, his son was a reincarnated Immortal!
Just look, he had come to their house for only a few months, and he had struck it rich; his son truly was their family’s little lucky star.
After the excitement, Jiang Changhe, looking at the money in his hand, hesitated before turning to Jiang Changhai and saying, "Big brother, Laosan, we’ve made so much money this time, shouldn’t we give some to mom and dad? It hasn’t been easy for them raising all of us brothers over the years."
"I don’t mind, whatever amount you guys decide to give, I’m okay with it," Jiang Changhai said indifferently.
He estimated his family now had about fifteen to sixteen hundred yuan; giving some money to the old folks would barely make a dent for him.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Changtao immediately clenched the money in his hand, advising, "Changhe, don’t be foolish. With mom’s temperament, if she knows we have money, she will definitely want to take it all. Even if she doesn’t take it all, she won’t leave much for us. Haven’t you had enough of begging for money over all these years?"
He hadn’t even gotten the money warm in his hand before having to give it away; how could he bear that?
Jiang Changhe also hesitated upon hearing this.
But now that he had money in his hands, seeing his parents continue to live so frugally made him feel uncomfortable.
Seeing Changhe’s attitude soften, Jiang Changtao continued, "Besides, Changhe, even if you don’t think for yourself, you have to think for your son, right? He has just been born, so small, and he will need money for everything he consumes in the future. We adults can adapt, but can a child? Would you be willing for your son to eat coarse grains every day and not be able to afford meat?"
With these words, Jiang Changhe was even more conflicted.
He knew his mother’s character very well; if she found out about this, they might not have much money left in their hands.
But if they kept all this money for themselves to spend, he would feel extremely guilty, feeling that they, as sons, were being most unfilial.
Just as Jiang Changhe was hesitating and conflicted, Jiang Changhai, unable to stand it anymore, "tsked" and said, "Changhe, Laosan, what a trivial matter. I have an idea, listen to what I’ve got to say."
"Big brother, what’s your idea?" Jiang Changtao asked anxiously, knowing that his eldest brother was someone who never allowed himself to suffer a loss, his idea must be workable.
Jiang Changhe nodded as if he had found his mainstay, "Big brother, you say it, I’ll listen to you."
Jiang Changhai then said at a measured pace, "Here’s what I’m thinking, we’ve made so much money, not to give a little to mom and dad indeed seems wrong. But you both know mom’s temper, very domineering. So, we don’t tell the old folks the truth. We just say that this time the ginseng sold for six hundred yuan, two hundred for each family, and each of us takes out fifty yuan to honor our parents; they will surely be satisfied."