Age control group? The top student is reborn and wins.

Song Yuan thought about it and decided to choose a compromise, so he said, "Okay, then I'll go there in advance. I haven't seen him since he was imprisoned."

"Hmph, what's there to see?" Song Xiaoye snorted, but he quickly changed his tone.

"If he confesses his sins to me, says how much he regrets the beastly thing he did, and says he's sorry, I can go see him."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed." Song Chuyu told her about Zhang Hongmei's visit, "Yao Zhenhua wanted to leave the money he hid for Zhang Hongmei and the woman and child he raised.

He never thought of giving us a point!

I took everything there, and when he found out, he started swearing at me, calling me a rebellious woman and a wicked person, and he even asked the prison guard to see me, but I refused.

"Ahhh, I'm so mad! I'm so mad!" Song Xiaoye yelled and jumped up and down in anger, shouting,

"I, I'm going to go find him and curse him back! Ahhhhh, he really is beyond my understanding! How can a person be so bad! "

When Song Yuan heard this, his face turned ugly. He couldn't even believe it was true.

"I, I thought he would at least repent." Song Yuan said uncomfortably, "How could he... I, I can't understand, he still has some affection for others, why is he so ruthless to us?!"

"This is what a beast he is. He deceived and used my mother, enjoying everything she gave him. In the end, he killed my mother and hated her in his heart."

Song Chuyu sneered, "No matter what you think, I feel dirty when I mention him now, I hope he dies soon!

When he dies, I will go to my mother's and grandparents' graves to burn paper and set off firecrackers, and also let them know."

"Sister, I'm the same as you!" Song Xiaoye was furious, holding her chest and said, "Oh, no, I'm so angry when I think of him, I'm so angry that my liver hurts, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."

Song Chuyu was amused by him, "Being angry really hurts your liver, don't be so angry."

Song Yuan also reluctantly curled his lips, "Forget it, I won't go either, so as not to make things difficult for myself."

"Brother, you're right to think so!" Song Xiaoye gave him a thumbs up.

"Come on, come on, hurry up and get some food. The food is getting cold because you're just talking."

Fu Xiaocui felt particularly sorry for them, but it was not easy for her to interrupt and express her opinion on the matter. She felt that no matter what she said, it would be inappropriate. So, after they said it was almost done, she warmly invited them to have dinner.

Although my mood was disturbed in the middle, I still enjoyed the meal very much.

After dinner, Song Chuyu learned that his elder brother had started writing short essays or poems, so he smiled and said,

"Brother, why don't you try submitting your manuscript to a newspaper? If it's picked up, you can get paid."

"How much money?" Fu Xiaocui asked with sparkling eyes when she heard that she could make money.

"It depends on the number and the quality. A short story of 1,000 words will cost about five to eight yuan," said Song Chuyu.

"That's not a small amount! As a worker, I only earn more than 30 yuan a month." Fu Xiaocui said.

"Your brother and I are still apprentices, not regular employees, so we can only get half of the salary, which is only 18 yuan a month."

"Look, I totally forgot. I got a lot of money back from Yao Zhenhua. I'll divide it into three parts, one for each of us. You're still young, so I'll keep it for you first. I'll give it to you when you're eighteen."

When Song Chuyu heard her sister-in-law talking about wages, she remembered this matter and spoke up immediately.

"I don't want my share, sister. I'll give it to you." Song Xiaoye waved her hand and said very generously.

"I'm not short of money. I'll invest this money in you. I won't give it to you for free. You don't need it. I'll give it to you when you get married in the future."

Song Chuyu said.

"Sister, what is investment?" Song Xiaoye asked.

Fu Xiaocui also looked at her curiously. Fu Xiaocui was very interested in money matters and wanted to learn more and make more money.

Scared of poverty!

"Investment means making money make more money. For example, if I buy some antiques and paintings and store them away, after 20 or 30 years, an item that I bought for a few hundred yuan at the beginning may increase in value to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of yuan."

Song Xiaoye,...

Fu Xiaocui,...

Song Yuan, ...

Although I understood it, I didn't believe it at all.

millions? !

what is that? !

They only know a few hundred dollars.

"Can you believe what just happened? I never thought it would happen so quickly. Society has changed. In two years, you will be able to clearly feel the changes."

Song Chuyu couldn't help laughing when she saw their shocked expressions. She could understand that even if people in China let their imagination run wild, they would never think that the country would take off like a dragon.

When I think of this, a sense of pride wells up in my heart.

"Sister, I believe what you said." Song Xiaoye nodded.

"Chu Yu, I believe you too! Don't give us the money first. Just help us invest it, okay?" Fu Xiaocui said immediately.

Song Yuan also nodded, "Well, I can't spend it. Your sister-in-law and I's salary is enough for both of us. I'll submit some articles. If I can earn some royalties, I won't lack daily expenses."

"Okay, then I'll use the money to buy antiques." Song Chuyu said.

"What are antiques?" Fu Xiaocui asked again.

"Things passed down from our ancestors, such as porcelain, jade, copper coins, bronze wares, calligraphy and paintings, fine rosewood furniture, etc., all count.

The older something is, the fewer similar things there are, so it’s basically more valuable. Do you understand?”

"It's those junks!" Fu Xiaocui slapped her thigh and said,

"The landlord Qian in our village had a lot of these heirlooms in his house. Later, many of them were smashed and I don't know how many are left. Hey, are these things so valuable?!"

"They are not valuable now, but they will slowly become valuable in a few years. After 20 or 30 years, their value will be beyond your imagination."

Song Chuyu said with a smile,

"Sister-in-law, if you go back to your parents' home, you can go to your landlord's house and buy some of his heirloom items. It won't be a loss."

"Hey, I don't have to go home to do this. I can just write a letter home and send some money, and my dad will do it." Fu Xiaocui is also a person who does what she says.

"Chu Yu, you also said that society has changed. Let's stock up while no one knows what it is and save some for the children."

Upon hearing this, Song Chuyu gave her sister-in-law a thumbs up and said, "Sister-in-law, from now on, you will be the one who manages the household and accounts. No matter how much money my brother makes, it should be given to you."