Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 136 - 132 Where Is My New Year’s Money?

Tie Zhu was at home counting his belongings when he heard an urgent knocking at the door. He hurried to open it.

When he saw Qin Ye standing at the doorway with a gloomy face, he jumped in fright.

"Qin Ye, what’s wrong with you? Who has upset you?"

Just yesterday, he saw him smiling without even opening his eyes, but today his mood seemed pretty lousy.

"Lend me twenty yuan."

Qin Ye asked to borrow money as soon as he opened his mouth, which baffled Tie Zhu. Then a sudden flash of insight came to him: "You didn’t lose your money, did you?"

Qin Ye...

There was no need for such an accurate guess.

Tie Zhu had been observing his complexion and knew from his dramatically changed demeanor that his guess was correct.

He couldn’t help but raise his right hand to his forehead. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Oh God, he thought this guy’s streak of bad luck had ended, but it seemed it was still lingering.

"Okay, come in, and I’ll get you the money."

Who carries that much cash on them anyway?

Qin Ye entered the yard.

Tie Zhu immediately went back inside the house, counted a few notes, and came back out.

"Here’s 50 yuan. Take it and you can pay me back later!"

However, Qin Ye didn’t take that much and directly took two ten-yuan notes, "This is enough."

He wasn’t buying anything, so there was no need to owe so much money.

Seeing this, Tie Zhu didn’t insist further.

"It’s almost noon. Why don’t you stay for a meal before you go?"

"No need," Qin Ye responded with those two words before turning around and walking away.

Watching him leave, Tianzhu couldn’t help but shout, "Qin Ye, you really should spend more time with your sister-in-law in the future."

Look at that, with his sister-in-law around, Qin Ye seemed not to have any unlucky incidents.

And now, as soon as he left, he started losing money in strange ways again.

Qin Ye didn’t pay attention to him and rode away on his bicycle, heading back to the post office...

Rong Yan had no idea what was happening on this side, nor was she aware that Xu Ke had left.

She was currently watching Qin Yu slaughter a chicken.

"Can you handle it? If not, I’ll do it."

Qin Yu...

Could a boy say he couldn’t do it?

Of course not.

He stiffened his neck and replied, "Of course I can. It’s not like I’ve never slaughtered before."

Hearing this response, Rong Yan couldn’t help but laugh softly.

This kid was really amusing, making it seem like he had slaughtered a lot of chickens.

But Qin Yu did efficiently finish off the chicken in his hands, and then he submerged it in hot water to pluck the feathers...

By the time Madam Rong came back from outside, the chicken in the basin had been cleaned very neatly. She couldn’t help but compliment her daughter:

"The chicken you slaughtered today is really good, very clean."

Rong Yan...

"Mom, don’t put the credit on my head. It was Yu who killed the chicken. He plucked the feathers and cleaned it, too."

Madam Rong...

She was really speechless. Could her daughter act her age? How old was she, letting a child slaughter a chicken? What if he cut his hand?

Seeing her mother’s expression, Rong Yan quickly said,

"Mom, stop glaring at me. He turned thirteen tomorrow; he’ll be a young man. He needs to take on more work. Slaughtering a chicken is nothing. If there’s a chance next time, he could even handle slaughtering a pig."

Qin Yu...

He felt like he had been praised by his sister-in-law, yet it also didn’t feel quite like it.

So it seemed... his lack of education was really a drawback; he couldn’t even understand what was being said.

Madam Rong felt that if it weren’t for New Year’s Eve, she’d want to thump her darling daughter. What kind of nonsense was she talking?

She had no desire to deal with this smooth-talker.

Turning his head to look at Qin Yu, the smile on his face deepened a bit, "Yu, don’t listen to your sister-in-law about these chores, now that you’re done, you shouldn’t do any more. Go have fun, leave the rest to your aunt. Today, let’s see your aunt whip up a bountiful New Year’s Eve feast for you."

"Auntie, let me help you! I can make dumplings, and I can also chop meat and wash vegetables," said Qin Yu, who couldn’t stand being idle.

The New Year’s Eve dinner prepared by his sister-in-law’s family was too good, with chicken, fish, and also meat.

And not only that but many other delicious dishes.

He had never experienced such a New Year in his life.

Madam Rong wanted to say no, but Rong Yan spoke up first, "Mom, let him do it! Being involved gives it that family New Year feel."

Madam Rong cast a sidelong glance at her daughter, "Since that’s the case, then come and help too! Don’t just talk and not work."

Rong Yan: ...

It seemed like she had tangled herself into it.

"...Okay."

It’s just doing some work, right? She could do it too.

So, the three of them headed to the kitchen together.

Qin Yu was, of course, dexterous in his work, while Rong Yan took on the task of tending the fire.

Madam Rong really wanted to say it wasn’t fair; shouldn’t it be Yan taking the lightweight task of tending the fire, not Yu?

Because Mr. Rong’s health was getting better, he could now eat a bowl of thicker rice porridge.

Therefore, Madam Rong was in a very good mood.

Originally, their family was set to spend the holiday amidst gloom and doom.

Now... she felt they should make plenty of food.

The three of them were talking and laughing in the kitchen, while Mr. Rong was quite envious since he still couldn’t get out of bed.

His daughter had told him he’d need to lie down for another half a month.

Right now, his daughter’s word... was like a royal edict to him, something that must be obeyed to the letter.

The New Year’s Eve dinner was quite lavish.

Not just a lot of dishes but a lot of meat as well.

The whole family had a very joyful meal, and even though Mr. Rong was only drinking porridge, he was already very satisfied.

Staying up on New Year’s Eve was of course what they had to do; after dinner everyone went to take a bath.

Afterwards, they all gathered around the brazier set up in the living room.

Madam Rong took out two red envelopes and handed one to Qin Yu, "Yu, this is your New Year’s money, take it."

Qin Yu was taken aback, shaking his head quickly, "No, I can’t accept it."

He had been eating big meals at his aunt’s house every day, and his aunt had even bought him several sets of clothes; all of that cost money!

And now they were actually giving him New Year’s money... How could he accept it?

Absolutely not.

"Hey, if it’s given to you, just take it. Why be so polite? I wish I had it too," said Rong Yan, stuffing the red envelope directly into Qin Yu’s hand.

Then she turned to her mother with open hands, "Mom, isn’t this one mine? Come on! Let’s see how much it is."

Madam Rong was amused by her, "Here, for you."

Rong Yan immediately took it and opened it to see... well, well, ten yuan.

That was the smallest red envelope she had ever received in her life.

Back in the day, her dad would give an amount with several digits.

"Qin Yu, aren’t you going to look?"

Qin Yu: ...

Did he even dare to look?

But seeing his sister-in-law’s gaze fixed on him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and open it, finding it was also ten yuan.

This was the largest New Year’s red envelope he had ever received in his life.

It felt particularly hot in his hands.

"Auntie, this is too much money, just give me five cents," he said, trying to give it back.

Madam Rong was touched by his thoughtfulness, "Keep it..."

Before she could finish speaking, Rong Yan grabbed the conversation, "My mom isn’t short on money, if it’s given to you, just take it, or else do you want me to take it for you...?"

Madam Rong shot her a glare. No shame, huh?

"Don’t listen to your sister-in-law, you keep that New Year’s money for yourself."