"Get up and talk!" Zhang Lang stretched out his hand to help him and held Zhao Baozhu up.

"Thank you, Master Land!"

"Let me say, what are your unfinished thoughts that will make you linger in the world?"

"Back... Go back to the land master!" Zhao Baozhu hesitated and finally said, "The little man saved a lot of money in his life, and he didn't have time to explain his children and grandchildren! He was worried that his children and grandchildren could not be found, so he lingered in the world! Please make the master the decision!"

"Yes!" Zhang Lang nodded.

This Zhao Baozhu and Zhang Lang naturally understood that he was a strange figure in Zhaojiabao.

Zhaojiabao is a wine-making family. The descendants of Zhaojiabao can make wine, but their skills are high and low.

Only the person in front of him, Zhao Baozhu doesn’t know how to make wine, nor does he like to make wine, and likes to do business.

Of course, it sounds good to do business, but in fact, there was no business in those days!

Just a peddler who walks around the streets.

Before liberation, the people in Zhaojiabao took refuge in the Xilong Mountains. Although they could make wine, they did not dare to brew too much, and they did not dare to sell their own wine to restaurants.

Most of them brewed at home. In addition to drinking it yourself, they can get it to nearby villages or markets to exchange for some food.

Zhao Baozhu's business is to buy wine from Zhaojiabao, and then go around the streets and shout and sell it to make a difference.

Although I didn't earn much, I could still live.

It was not until later that he cut off the tail of capitalism and fought him several times that he temporarily ended his career as a peddler.

After the decade of darkness, Zhao Baozhu began to regain his old business. At this time, Zhaojiabao stopped brewing wine, but it was difficult for Zhao Baozhu to buy needles, thread, and old cloth from the supply and marketing cooperative that he could not live without in rural life.

Pushing the cart, he wanders around the villages in the mountains, using these needles and threads to exchange for various mountain goods, and then selling them to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Although it is very hard, you can make more than ten times the profit this time.

After Zhang Lang came back, eight villages merged into Xilong Villa and built mountain roads, which completely cut off Zhao Baozhu's wealth.

At this time, Zhao Baozhu was already 67 or 8 years old. After the merger of the village, Zhao Baozhu also enjoyed retirement benefits according to regulations.

But Zhao Baozhu couldn't stop and began to think about starting a small business again.

Purchase raw melon seeds and peanuts from various villages, and go home and fry them at the market and temple fair to sell them.

As for how much he earns, Zhang Lang has never paid attention to it. Anyway, Zhao Baozhu is happy every day.

However, it is rare to be in the seventy years of age. Zhao Baozhu has been a peddler all his life, but he has suffered a lot. His body finally couldn't hold on anymore. He suddenly suffered a heart attack in his sleep tonight.

This is also the reason why Zhang Lang discovered Zhao Baozhu's ghost.

"Xiaomin sewed a certificate of deposit worth 3,000 yuan into a pair of old cotton shoes with seven patches."

"Well! I will tell your children through dreams!" Zhang Lang nodded and said.

Zhao Baozhu has been a peddler for the rest of his life, and his knowledge is more plentiful than that of ordinary elderly people.

You should know that in this era, many rural elderly people do not trust any banks or credit unions.

The money is hidden at home, on the beams, in the cracks of bricks, etc.

"Xiaomin still has 20,000 yuan to hide in our bellows and nailed it to the ground of the bellows with wooden boards!" Zhao Baozhu continued.

"Yes!" Zhang Lang looked at Zhao Baozhu in surprise.

This old guy is taking advantage of the money?

Needless to say, those three thousand certificates of deposit were made in recent years.

The 20,000 yuan was earned before the reform and opening up, and I didn’t dare to deposit it in the credit union.

The most important thing is that this old guy really has a way of hiding his private money.

"The little people and cans are hidden under the peach trees in the backyard."

Zhang Lang was really shocked. No wonder Zhao Baozhu refused to leave after he died and kept wandering in the village.

Zhang Lang swept his spiritual sense and soon found the can of ocean that Zhao Baozhu mentioned. The can was not only as simple as ocean, but also a small goldfish.

Zhang Lang saw Zhao Baozhu's already cold and stiff body, his eyes wide open and refused to close.

Zhao Baozhu has made a lot of money in his life. Ordinary people have worked hard to save so much money in their lifetime, but they have no time to hand it over to their children and grandchildren. If they are not allowed to die, they will die with peace of mind.

"I understand! Is there anything else?" Zhang Lang calmed down his emotions and asked.

"No more, thank you, Master Land for making decisions for Xiaomin!" Zhao Baozhu knelt down again and kowtowed three times to Zhang Lang, and then disappeared into the air.

Looking inside the room, Zhao Baozhu's body had closed his eyes, his face became peaceful, and he felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

He told Zhao Baozhu's children and his wife about the places where the money was hidden, and then he flashed back home.

When he got home, Zhang Lang lay on the kang, thinking about how to live so that he would not let his life down.

It is true that he used his magical powers to lead the villagers to make money. Now Xilong Villa can be said to be the richest village in the country, and their towns are the richest towns in the country.

But what is the purpose of making money?

Is it like Zhao Baozhu, who hides his money until he dies and even makes a joke about dying?

Through Zhao Baozhu's incident, Zhang Lang understood that as a village director, he could not just lead the villagers to make money, but also teach them how to spend money.

In the words of Mr. Deng, spiritual civilization and material civilization must be grasped with both hands, and both hands must be strong.

Think about the later Huaxi Village, as well as Wen Shang and some cities in the south, because of their policies and hard work, they were the first to live a wealthy life. However, they didn’t know how to spend money, so they gambling, mistresses, and even drugs, because these ruined many families.

Zhang Lang didn't want his villagers to be like Zhao Baozhu, but he worked hard all his life but was reluctant to eat or wear, but he didn't want the villagers of Xilong Villa to become like those in the south that became rich first, and to eat, drink, gambling and smoking.

Tang Feifei saw everything Zhang Lang had just experienced, and saw Zhang Lang lying on the kang with a lot of worries.

Tang Feifei turned over and held Zhang Lang's hand, and comforted him in a low voice: "What's wrong? Life, old age, sickness and death are normal. Even our gods have a time when the five decays and humans are declining!"

"I understand!" Zhang Lang held Tang Feifei's hand in his back and whispered: "I was thinking, what is the purpose of making money in this life? I don't want our villagers to become money-making machines. They should enjoy the happiness brought by money! But this kind of happiness cannot be the kind of corrupt and dark happiness, but the happiness full of positive energy!"

"Happy full of positive energy?"

"Yes! As their patron saints, we should not just ensure that they have good weather and good harvests, but should also lead them to enjoy the joy full of positive energy! This is also a guide to goodness!"

"Husband, you are right! If this is done well, it will be a matter of great merit! But have you thought about how to do it?" Tang Feifei started to do it and said seriously at Zhang Lang.
Chapter completed!