What it feels like to be in the heavens, he didn't know, but the perks of being underground, he has indeed experienced.

"I've already picked a good spot for myself and Mr. Shan. Let's not make it complicated; let's bury them in that spot too.

Two more people will make things more lively. I've been worried that talking to Mr. Shan all the time after a hundred years might get boring, you know, that Shan Pao hardly utters a word."

"Don't worry, sir, these two will definitely talk, it will be lively."

"Do you have anything else to do? Since you're back, you should at least visit your grandparents and also drop by Zhou Xiaoyun's place."

"Sir, she's called Zhou Yunyun."

"Yunyun sounds a bit odd, Xiao Yunhou sounds better."

"I'll discuss it with her to see if she can change her name."

"Bah, I'm just saying it casually, are you digging wells with your granduncle?"

"No, sir, your blessings are great, names you choose can catch some fortune."

"Ha, you're funny, where do you come up with this nonsense, I have great luck? How come I don't know?"

Beside them, a woman who had been quietly painting a paper figure also started laughing.

Li Sanjiang said: "Ying Hou, don't you agree, hahaha."

The woman nodded, her body trembling with laughter.

"Sir, one more thing, when I dug them up, they had some gold and silver ingots with them, which I exchanged for money."

Tan Wenbin opened another bag and laid down stacks of money.

Seeing so much money, Li Sanjiang's hand holding the cigarette began to tremble.

"Wow, so much?"

"Yes."

His father-in-law loved wealth, and during the hasty burial, he could only bring gold and silver jewelry.

Tan Wenbin asked Yin Meng for the place where she sold books last time, and went to that shop to exchange the gold and silver jewelry.

The shop owner was quite reliable, checking the goods, setting a price, and paying promptly.

It seems he might have been frightened by Yin Meng before.

Tan Wenbin pushed the money towards Li Sanjiang with both hands.

"What do you mean, all for me?"

"Yes."

"How can I accept this money, after all, they helped you, it's only right to fix up a Yin House for them."

"But, this money can't really be returned."

"Then just donate it."

"I was thinking the same, but since I still need to attend school, it would be better for you to help spend it on repairing some bridges and roads in the village, giving a little to those who are alone or in difficulty, and aiding children struggling with school expenses."

Directly finding an account and donating, it's indeed simple.

But where people are buried, the money should be spent there; the two fathers-in-law have no heirs and are outsiders, so this money can be used to gain some goodwill here.

"That's a good idea, I'll go talk to the village head."

"You have to make up a reason, like Ding Dalin sent money back from overseas to help the villagers."

Although Ding Dalin is dead, his 'overseas Chinese' status is still very useful.

Li Sanjiang rubbed his forehead and said, "So, Zhuangzhuang, is what you've sold illegal?"

"I didn't keep any for myself."

Originally planned to keep ten percent for himself, Tan Wenbin doesn't intend to take it either.

"Zhuangzhuang, illegal activity is..."

"Don't worry, I won't do it again."

"...We must stay clean, leave no traces."

Tan Wenbin: "..."

"Snap!" Li Sanjiang slapped his forehead, "I almost forgot your family's business, you are the professional here."

Tan Wenbin was exasperated, if his father heard this, he'd probably be so mad he'd take off his belt straight away.

"Zhuangzhuang, staying for a meal at home?"

"No, I have to go to Zhou Xiaoyun's house."

"Huh?" Li Sanjiang pointed at the gifts on the table, "So these aren't all for me?"

"You have half, but the other half I need to take with me. Last time she didn't return during the break, so this time I brought her back with me. She's home now, and I've promised to have lunch at her place."

"Then wait, Ying Hou brought me some home-brewed wine last time. It tastes quite good, take a jar... no, it should be a pair, you take two jars."

"Ying Hou, could you fetch them?"

"Okay, sure."

The woman put down the brush she was holding and went inside, soon coming back with two jars of wine.

Small jars, elegantly sealed.

Li Sanjiang introduced: "This wine is very smooth, and it doesn't give you a headache, makes for a good night's sleep."

Tan Wenbin reached out to take the jars, then whispered to the woman: "Is it okay to drink this?"

This is wine brought back from the dead's offering.

Mr. Li was blessed with great fortune, even if he diluted rat poison in water to stimulate his appetite, nothing might happen to him.

But ordinary folks—might just end up on a board.

The woman nodded to Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin was relieved and said, "Thank you."

He then also thanked Li Sanjiang: "Thank you, sir."

"You rascal, what's there to thank. Since you're back, you might as well take this money to Little Yuanhou, save me a trip to the post office."

Li Sanjiang ignored the money on the table, took out money from his own pocket, moistened his fingertip with some saliva, counted out the big bills, and returned the small ones to his pocket.

"Here, half is for Little Yuanhou, the other half is yours."

"Um, splitting half-half with Brother Xiao Yuan, isn't that improper?"

"Mainly because you're right here in front of me, and I'd feel bad giving Little Yuanhou too much."

"Alright, I'll split it myself, Brother Xiao Yuan will get the bigger share."

"I treat everyone the same, fair and square."

"I understand, I understand."

Tan Wenbin accepted the money.

Li Sanjiang touched his other pocket, which was actually empty, and asked, "As you go over there, shouldn't you bring some money?"

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