The female star is obedient and domineering, and she has a crush on me

Chapter 111 What do you mean I have no money to give him?

Qin Changling brought a group of people to buy ducks and tofu. Qin Yuhuan and Ziyi were only responsible for listening to the prices and scanning the codes to pay. After going to the vegetable market, they went to the supermarket to buy disposable plastic cups, melon seeds and peanuts, and two packs of cigarettes worth more than 100 yuan.

Qin Yuhuan was still asking "Do you want to buy something better?" but her uncle stopped her, shook his head, and told her in a not-so-standard plastic that it was not necessary.

After everything was completely settled, the group drove to Qin Yuhuan's uncle's house.

"This place is a bit patriarchal and traditional. My uncle is in charge of the Qin family, and my aunts can only be regarded as outsiders who come to help."

After getting in the car, Qin Yuhuan began to give Ziyi urgent extra lessons. She knew that given Ziyi's growing environment, she would feel unfamiliar and uncomfortable if she was exposed to such concepts at close range.

"So we are going to my second uncle's house. If we stay there tonight... I want to check out the situation first. I may have wronged you. Since I was taken away by my parents when I was four years old, I have only been back once when my mother was buried. I am not very familiar with the place."

More than being unfamiliar, Changping County was a sad and strange place for Qin Yuhuan.

"It's okay," Ziyi comforted Qin Yuhuan, "I'm not very familiar with the local customs here. Let's take a look first and act according to circumstances. I'll take care of everything, don't be afraid."

In Ziyi and Qin Yuhuan's imagination, when everyone gathered together, they should immediately discuss the funeral and finalize all the rules as soon as possible. In fact, the moment they sat down, Qin Changlei was very direct, "We want to cremate your father."

Cremation, Ziyi didn't think anything of it, but Qin Yuhuan stood up, as if it was hard to accept, "Why, my mother was buried, can't my father be buried too?"

Qin Changlei spoke with great vigor and a particularly loud voice. After Qin Yuhuan stood up, he also stood up, "Your father can't be buried in the ground!"

For a moment, the situation was quite tense.

Ziyi took Qin Yuhuan's hand and motioned her to sit down first, then looked at Qin Changlei, "Uncle, can we ask why her father can't be buried? We are thinking that her mother has already been buried, so should the couple share a coffin or something?"

"No, her mother died in the village, it's okay," Qin Changlei spoke Mandarin better. He lit a cigarette and scratched his head irritably. "My brother died outside. According to the rules, he couldn't even enter the village. Now the village committee said something good, so we can set off two strings of firecrackers for her father at the entrance of the village, right in front of her house, and hold a small funeral."

"For burial here, we first need to hire someone to carry the coffin to the mountain. In her father's case, we didn't even prepare a coffin in advance. The quality of the one we bought now is not that good, and the corpse water will leak!"

Qin Changlei almost uttered the word "corpse water" in an extremely difficult tone. He felt bad that his only brother had ended up like this. "No one is willing to carry such a coffin."

"It's not just this problem," Qin Changlei's son Qin Jiadong said, "My uncle's body has smelled since it was found, and now it's freezing in the funeral home. We can't even stop the body, so our idea is to bury him directly in the mountains after cremation."

"No!" Qin Yuhuan said firmly, "If you want to stop the coffin, if you are worried about the cost, I will pay for everything. If no one wants to carry the coffin, I can pay more to hire someone to do it."

"Why bother?" Qin Jiadong frowned. "The person has already left. It's unnecessary to spend this money."

Qin Changlei had a bad temper and slammed the table. "You pay for it. Do you know how much a big wedding costs? You pay for it? Your mother's wedding was held frugally. How much did it cost?"

"Sixty thousand." Qin Yuhuan remembered it clearly. "My mother's funeral cost sixty thousand. The coffin was also bought on short notice for six thousand. I just wanted my parents to be the same. My mother's funeral cost sixty thousand. My father also had to spend sixty thousand."

She seemed to have made up her mind not to back down even a bit on the two issues of burial and a funeral costing at least 60,000 yuan.

Aunt Qin Changling patted Qin Yuhuan's hand and said, "Huanhuan, your father can't spend so much money."

Wu Wenbin sighed, "My uncle applied for the minimum living allowance. In order to get it, everyone in the village said that my uncle's family was poor. If we hold a big funeral now, people in the village will gossip."

"With this money, why not renovate the old house at home? Sixty thousand. If you had given money when your father was still alive, the government would have subsidized it. You could have built a brand new house like mine for twenty thousand!"

If Qin Yuhuan's old house was still usable, they wouldn't have to borrow their second uncle's house to entertain guests. It's somewhat unlucky for the locals.

But Qin Changlei is the only male among the Qin family's elders. When Qin Yuhuan encounters such a situation, he must stand up.

Qin Changlei was somewhat resentful towards Qin Yuhuan. For so many years, Qin Yuhuan didn't even come back for the New Year. She only came back after the person died. But the person was already dead, so what was the point of spending more money?

"Why didn't I give him any money?" Qin Yuhuan couldn't believe it. "At that time, my father said he could build a house. I supported him so much that I gave him all the money I had. He told me that it would cost 70,000 yuan to build a house, so I gave him 80,000 yuan."

That was the money Qin Yuhuan had saved for a long time. Just because Qin Changping said that the old house in the countryside could be rebuilt, she only left herself one hundred yuan and transferred the rest to him.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent.

After a long while, Qin Jiadong spoke, "We all wanted our uncle to repair the house. I said if we were short of money, I would pay him 5,000 yuan, and he didn't have to pay it back. But my uncle said... you don't have money to give him."

"I don't have money to give him?" Qin Yuhuan almost laughed out of anger, tears falling at this moment, "My mother died three years ago. In those three years, I gave him at least 350,000 yuan."

She only made a few hundred thousand or even hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, and except for the necessary expenses in Jincheng, almost all of her money was given to Qin Changping.

"This is just the money I gave him, and the 80,000 yuan he asked my aunt for for my family's support of Nianzhi. He has at least 400,000 yuan. What do you mean... I don't have money to give him? I wanted to buy him a house in the county, but he didn't want it. He just wanted the public housing that my aunt found, which cost 50,000 yuan. There's also the rent he and Qin Yushu paid for the house before they bought it, their living expenses, my dad's personal connections, phone bills, medical treatment, and physical examinations. All the money was given separately."

Qin Yuhuan could trace out every transfer. She opened the dialog box between her and Qin Changping to show everyone. There were transfers every week. Roughly speaking, Qin Yuhuan could transfer nearly two thousand yuan to Qin Changping every month through WeChat alone.

Every time I tell him to eat something good and not to save money.

These relatives who only knew Qin Yuhuan from Qin Changping were speechless for a moment. They didn't know whether Qin Yuhuan was good to Qin Changping, but every transfer was true.

No one here could do this to their parents when it comes to money.