Qian Shulan's funeral was handled by her sons and daughters. They specially selected a Feng Shui treasure land in Wangjia Village and built a tombstone, making it somewhat similar to the ancestral tomb that was raided by the Revolutionary Committee a few years ago, and even more solemn and dignified.
In addition to her son and daughter-in-law, daughter and son-in-law, and grandchildren who were all in mourning, those who had received her kindness also put on mourning clothes, including Dashuanzi and Xiaolihua.
When Yuan Huaibao heard from his granddaughter-in-law that his relative had passed away, he was completely stunned. He had previously accompanied a senior leader on a visit abroad.
It was only half a month, but I didn't even get to see my in-laws for the last time. I felt so regretful.
Yuan Zeyang helped him get off the train, and the two were still in a daze. In just a dozen days, they were separated by the Yin and Yang. It was too hard to accept.
The two of them were sitting on a tractor, and they could see the beautiful Wangjia Village from a distance. Since they had regained their identities, they had never been back. This was the place where they had suffered, but when they really revisited the place, they actually felt a warm feeling in their hearts.
The green shade is like a canopy, with red bricks and red tiles interspersed among them. There are a few children standing at the entrance of the village looking at them curiously. Everything is so familiar. Everything outside is changing, but only this place seems as beautiful as in memory.
When we got to the old house, the funeral song was still playing, and my mood sank along with the sad music.
Before entering the house, I heard the wailing of men and women in the main room.
The main room was filled with men and women in mourning clothes kneeling, and almost everyone was bowing their heads and wiping away tears.
When Wang Shouli saw him coming in, he stood up to greet him. Xiao Min also stood up from behind, holding Yuan Huaibao's hand, and tears fell again.
Yuan Huaibao stared blankly at the black-and-white photo in the mourning hall. She had a smile on her face, and her brows revealed confidence and stubbornness.
Yuan Huaibao seemed to suddenly remember the scene when he first saw her.
At that time, she was the director of a chicken farm. When she came to find Qian Weihan, she glanced at them, raised her eyes, and directed them to work in a hoarse voice with a very bad tone.
He could see pity and regret in her eyes. Later, he received many favors from her, and sometimes, he would say a few words of gratitude. But she said that she was entrusted by others and did not deserve his thanks.
She has always been so understanding.
Whenever they couldn't hold on, she would encourage them and tell them to hold on, because light would come soon and everything now was only temporary.
He had admired many people in his life, including his old leader, Brother Fang and Brother Jiang, who were all heroes on the battlefield and could command thousands of troops. But the people he admired the most were Brother Lu and her.
Brother Lu has devoted his entire life to the country and the people, and has donated most of his family property to the country. This righteousness makes him admire from the bottom of his heart. And what about her? She has a lot of skills, but compared with others, she is not as good as others. What really impressed him is her tenacity. She is like a weed, which can survive even in the face of many hardships.
Now, Brother Lu is gone, Brother Fang is gone, Brother Qian is gone, and she is gone too, and soon he will be reunited with them.
Yuan Huaibao rubbed his eyes and found that he was in tears without knowing when.
"Grandpa, my grandma asked me to give you something before she passed away." When Xiao Min was sorting out her grandma's belongings, she found that her grandma not only left behind the previous inheritance distribution letter, but also wrote a separate letter to each person.
She also left two pills in the letter, one for Grandpa and one for Brother Xiaoyang.
Yuan Huaibao did not accept the gift, but walked to the coffin and bowed to her, tears welling up in his eyes. He had been a soldier all his life, killed countless devils, and suffered countless injuries, but he never cried. He always told himself that men shed blood but not tears. The only time he cried was when his son and daughter-in-law committed suicide one after another. This was the second time he cried, but he did not feel ashamed at all. He was really sad.
Wang Shouli took him to the compartment to rest. He was too old to stand for a long time. Yuan Zeyang had already changed into mourning clothes and was kneeling in the main hall.
Xiao Min stayed beside Yuan Huaibao and massaged his shoulders. She seemed to have thought of something, took out a porcelain bottle from her pocket and poured out a pill.
Yuan Huaibao looked at the light green pill in his hand and was slightly surprised, "What is this?"
Xiao Min lowered her voice and said, "My grandma said this medicine is very rare and asked you to take it."
Yuan Huaibao thought about it and realized that his in-laws' good health always made him envious. He waved his hand and said, "No, leave this medicine to your children. It would be a waste for my old bones to eat it."
He knows his own body well. He injured himself in his early years. Even if it can really improve, it won't be much. It's better to leave it to the younger generation.
Xiao Min tried to persuade him again, but Yuan Huaibao refused to take it. Xiao Min had no choice but to put the medicine back into the bottle.
When it was time to keep watch at night, Xiao Min stuffed the pill into Yuan Zeyang's hand and soon discovered that the pill actually worked wonders.
But Yuan Huaibao still refused to eat it, insisting on saving it for the next generation.
It was not until the funeral was over and Qian Shulan was completely buried in the final resting place prepared for her that the Wang family remembered the suicide note Qian Shulan had written to all her loved ones before her death.
The letter was read by Wang Shouyi. First of all, he affirmed and praised everyone and was proud of everyone. Then he talked about the distribution of property. In addition to the sons and grandsons, the daughters-in-law, daughters, sons-in-law, grandchildren, and granddaughters all had inheritance. As for the next generation and the next generation, they had to be 18 years old to be eligible to inherit the inheritance.
"A foundation has been established? What does this mean?" Several sons and sons-in-law were a little confused and obviously did not understand the meaning of the word fund.
Da Shuanzi explained, "All the dividends from Grandma Qian's industries are invested in the foundation, and everyone here can get 1% of the dividends. The remaining money will be used to operate the foundation. However, Grandma Qian also specifically stated that this fund can only invest in real estate and bonds. This is more stable and has relatively less risk."
"How much is one percent?" Li Chunhua was a little curious. She was not good at math and didn't know how to calculate it at all.
Wang Shouren glanced at the letter, but it didn't say anything. He looked up at Dashuanzi, who glanced at the letter and pursed his lips. "Grandma Qian's current businesses include real estate, a museum, Wang Xiangrun Food Factory, 70% of Wang Mei Electric Appliances, and 10% of the Communications Laboratory. The museum is balanced, and the properties receive 2,000 yuan in rent each year. The food factory gets 300,000 yuan a year, Wang Mei Electric Appliances gets 700,000 yuan, and the Communications Laboratory gets 1.5 million yuan. The total is almost 2.5 million. One percent is 25,000."
In the 1980s, a household with an annual income of 10,000 yuan was definitely synonymous with being rich. Just thinking about earning 25,000 yuan a year without doing anything was enough to make people envious.
"But my mother also has conditions." Wang Shouren looked at the contents of the letter. He looked up and glanced at everyone, "Everyone must meet the following conditions to get the inheritance."
Li Chunhua clasped her hands a little nervously, and she said, how could my mother-in-law let anyone get her money for nothing.
"What conditions?"
Wang Shouren read out the sentences word by word, "The first rule: Unless someone is too sick to move, everyone must have a job. There is no distinction between high and low jobs. As long as you can earn money without stealing or robbing, it's fine."
Everyone looked at Li Chunhua. Her face flushed red and she was a little embarrassed. "I'm working now."
The remaining conditions are very simple and easy to do.
"Rule 2: Do not fight with others without knowing right from wrong. Do not injure or kill anyone."
"Article 3: No acts of cruelty to small animals are allowed."
"Rule 4: Maintain good manners and do not speak ill of others."
"Article 5: Unless someone's life is in danger, you cannot stand by and watch someone die."
"Article 6: Return lost property to its rightful owners."
By the end of the reading, Wang Shouren was already in tears, "Our mother has taken great pains to make us study well."
His mother always reminded them of these things.
Li Chunhua asked weakly, "What if I can't do it?"
Wang Shouren glanced down at the letter and pursed his lips, “The money will be donated directly to benefit society.” This also prevents someone from having bad intentions towards others just to get a little more money.
Wang Shouren turned the page and opened his mouth in surprise. "My mother also said that Da Shuanzi will help manage this fund."
Dashuanzi was a little dazed and almost thought he had heard it wrong.
Wang Shouren patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "My mother also paid you 1% of your salary. She asked you to manage this fund for her." Almost no one in the Wang family studied finance, and the only thing they knew was accounting. With their talents, they would have to take many detours to manage this fund well.
Qian Shulan was directly handed over to Dashuanzi. His temperament had not changed. He was still as clear about gratitude and grudges as he was when he was a child. He was a good child.
Xiao Min and Yuan Zeyang looked at each other and obviously agreed with this decision.
Da Shuanzi calculated that there were 32 people who could get money this year, which meant that 68% would be left to continue operating the fund. That was 1.7 million, a very large sum of money. It was also quite difficult to manage, so he hesitated, worried that he might not have that much time.
Xiao Lihua thought this job was good. "Brother, in a few years, your relationship with the White family will end. If you help with this job now, you can save some money. Then, it will be easier for you to start your own business."
One percent of 1.7 million is 17,000, which is a lot for a part-time job.
Dashuanzi thought of Grandma Qian, who saved his and his sister's lives, and nodded immediately.
When someone does you a favor, you should repay them with gratitude. This is the only thing he can do for Grandma Qian now.
The Wang family thought that they could get 25,000 yuan every year, which was a lot. But who would have thought that in the second year, it would double.
"How did it change so much?" When everyone received the 50,000 yuan, they were a little bit surprised.
Dashuanzi has printed out all the investment information. "The profits of several factories have increased year by year. Our fund also collects some rent and interest every year, so this year will be more than next year."
Everyone was very happy. When they got the money, they all thought that his mother was very shrewd.
Of course, this money is a pleasant surprise, and everyone still needs to earn money. Even Li Chunhua, who wants to provide for her retirement, has to work hard for the inheritance.