Zhang Guihua was fuming when she saw that her normally obedient second and youngest sons were beginning to talk back to her, just like the eldest.
Just as she was about to start a tirade of complaining, crying, and threatening to hang herself, she was interrupted by Jiang Dashan.
"That’s enough. This is the boys’ good intention. Don’t be so picky," Jiang Dashan said indifferently.
Zhang Guihua gave Jiang Dashan a glance and reluctantly swallowed the harsh words she wanted to hurl at them, calling them ingrates.
"Sigh, when people get old, they become a nuisance. You, kids, have grown up and don’t take your dad and me seriously anymore. You’ve got your own families now and don’t even listen to me," Zhang Guihua began to play the sentiment card, mumbling softly.
Jiang Changhai and his two brothers were long used to the old lady’s nagging, and it didn’t disturb them in the slightest.
Although Zhang Guihua was verbally unforgiving, she was actually very happy inside. It was true what Changhai had said, if the three brothers really wanted to keep it from her and not tell her, she would have been none the wiser.
After all, her sons did care for them, and earning money they had come to show their respect first thing. This comforted her.
Of course, if they could give her a bit more, that would have been even better.
After the money was distributed, Jiang Changhai didn’t plan to stay long. "Dad, Mom, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head back first."
Seeing that her eldest son was about to leave, Zhang Guihua couldn’t stay angry with him and quickly got up to see him off.
"Eldest, remember to bring Mianmian when you come over next time, let her stay for a few days. School is about to start for her, isn’t it?" Zhang Guihua asked with concern.
"Soon. I’ll bring her over in a few days," replied Jiang Changhai as he pushed his bicycle and spoke to them.
Zhang Guihua suddenly remembered something and ran back into the house to grab a basket of eggs she had prepared earlier.
"Eldest, take these eggs back for Mianmian to eat," she said. These were the eggs Zhang Guihua had prepared a few days ago.
"Got it, Mom, you guys go back," Jiang Changhai mounted his bicycle with the basket on the handlebars, turned back, and waved his hand at them.
After sending Jiang Changhai off, Jiang Changhe, clutching the money in his pocket, joyfully returned to his room.
Zhao Xiaojuan had heard Jiang Changhai come by but didn’t go out because she was inside breastfeeding the baby.
Seeing him so pleased upon his return, she asked, "Changhe, did the eldest brother come by to give us money this time?"
"Haha, Xiaojuan, you guessed it right, but you’ll never guess how much the ginseng sold for," Jiang Changhe said, beaming with joy.
From his reaction, Zhao Xiaojuan knew the ginseng must have fetched an exceptionally high price.
She ventured a guess, "Five hundred yuan?"
Jiang Changhe couldn’t wait to brag, "No, it’s one thousand five hundred yuan, a full one thousand five hundred yuan. We get to keep five hundred yuan, look, it’s all right here."
After taking out the money, Jiang Changhe placed it beside Jiang Yuanbin and made a couple of funny faces at his son, making him laugh out loud.
"One thousand five hundred yuan? That much?" Zhao Xiaojuan was also very surprised as she looked at the thick stack of money on the kang bed.
"Yeah, I never thought it would sell for so much. Eldest brother really has a way, managing to sell it for such a high price. If I were the one selling, I wouldn’t even dare to think of such a high price," Jiang Changhe said wistfully.
Indeed, there was a reason for the oldest brother’s success. No matter what aspect, he was superior to Changhe, who couldn’t help but feel this deeply.
By then, Zhaodi could listen calmly as her parents praised the eldest’s household.