Rebirth of the Millennial: Getting Rich After Parents Get Laid Off

Chapter 129 Pudu
When Shen Qingqing took a look, she saw that her father's hands and face had scratches of varying degrees, and his clothes and pants even had blood stains of varying degrees!
"Dad! Did you crash your car?!"

Shen Rongzhou grimaced, took a deep breath, and tilted his head slightly to look at Shen Qingqing. He took a breath and replied to her: "There was no car accident, I was just left behind."

Shen Qingqing quickly sat down next to Shen Rongzhou and carefully looked at his injuries. "Then why is there so much blood on your body?"

Shen Rongzhou sighed: "It's not mine. It was your uncle Shang who was driving today. When he was getting off the highway, he happened to run into another transportation company."

"Ever since our company decided to set up a dedicated transportation subsidiary, some of our existing transportation companies have started to target us."

"Uncle Shang's driving skills are known for being slow and steady, which is why he stayed in the company. That's why he was able to dodge the car behind him in time. However, when he turned the steering wheel, he crashed into a tree on the side of the road. The airbag deployed in time, so your uncle is not in danger of death, but he did have a broken head and is in the hospital."

Shen Qingqing was stunned by this straightforward competitive method.

"However, the company's cars are all equipped with front and rear dashcams. After we came back, Mr. Zhang checked the dashcams and went straight to the transport company to find a place for us."

"Tell us that the company will pay for the medical expenses. Lao Shang will be given a month of half-paid leave, and I will be given half a month."

After Shen Rongzhou finished speaking, he wanted to get up.

"Hey! You are still injured, why do you want to get up?" Li Xunli had been frowning and in a bad mood since just now. Now seeing Shen Rongzhou's actions, she immediately became anxious and hurried to help him up.

"I need to go wipe myself and change my clothes. The smell of blood is too strong. I can't stand it."

"Oh, okay, okay, come on, I'll help you go!"

The couple supported each other and walked towards the master bedroom, talking to each other.

Shen Qingqing hit her head in annoyance.

She only knew that Zhang Zeqin's company later became bigger and stronger, but she had no idea what their company encountered when it first started.

Because in her previous life she only attended an ordinary non-key university, and when she wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination, it was discovered that Li Xunli had cancer.

Her academic qualifications were not enough to get a job at the big companies Zhang Zeqin worked for at that time.

Naturally, I didn't think about learning about the development history of Zhang Zeqin's company. However, even if I checked at that time, I probably wouldn't be able to find such detailed information. Generally, the development history of a company only records its growth stage.

She sighed and looked towards the master bedroom, and heard Shen Rongzhou's cry of pain coming from the master bedroom.

There was nothing she could do.

This is a normal thing a company will go through when it expands. As long as her father can get through this wave of tests, his position as the veteran of this transportation subsidiary will be secure. He won't make any mistakes after working for a long time and will be able to enjoy a peaceful old age.

Since Shen Rongzhou was injured and at home, the task of taking care of Shen Yangyang was handed over to him. The Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and her mother was busy with the porcelain factory, so she had to stay at home and make money.

At least three bags should be folded.

When Shen Qingqing did this as a child, she could never sit still and found it very boring.

But later, when they sold their house and moved their family to a place near the hospital for Li Xunli's treatment, they no longer experienced the joy of this custom.

I can only see my former classmates posting similar photos one after another on WeChat Moments.

Now that she is back, Shen Qingqing has rediscovered the fun of this custom.

For example, she has tried several different ways to fold ingots.

For example, the way to store gold ingots is to throw them into a bamboo basket, and then when the basket is full, transfer them from the basket to a large feed bag. The feed bag is as tall as her and twice as wide as her, so she needs to fill three of them.

And it has to be shaken firmly, not fluffy, otherwise it will not be heavy enough and will not be sincere.

Shen Rongzhou's hands were not healed yet and he couldn't get them wet, so he could only watch his two daughters fold them at home and help them shake the bags from time to time.

Because the paper used to fold the ingots has faded badly, and there is thin, easily flying gold foil on it, if you are not careful, your hands will be covered with it.

During the day, it was Shen Qingqing and Shen Yangyang, mainly Shen Qingqing, who were folding at home. In the evening, when Li Xunli came back, it was Li Xunli who was folding until she went to bed.

After three days of rushing and struggling, it was finally August 26th in the Gregorian calendar, which was July 14th in the lunar calendar. It was a sunny day, and the heat was still as hot as ever.

In Chaozhou, the 14th day of the seventh lunar month is the day for the Pudu Festival, which is usually held by families. The main purpose of the festival is to worship ancestors and passing souls. In addition to offering sacrifices to their own ancestors, some cakes and fruits are also given to the lonely souls.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was not as scorching, and households began to move tables from their homes to the road.

Shen Rongzhou's injuries are not that serious anymore. Some of the less serious ones have already scabbed over and fallen off. The more serious wounds do not need to be changed as frequently, and the gauze wrappings have been replaced with Band-Aids to prevent bacterial infection.

So he could also move the table from his home over to arrange seating like the other male hosts.

Except that Shen Yangyang was too young to lift anything, Shen Qingqing and Li Xunli each took one side and lifted the braised goose weighing about 15 pounds to their table.

Then Shen Rongzhou went back to get the fruit basket and drinks.

Next was a bag of rice. It was too heavy for Shen Qingqing's small body to carry, so Li Xunli arranged for her to drag the three bags of folded gold ingots.

It’s not that the three bags of gold ingots are heavy, but because they are as tall as Shen Qingqing, she can’t lift them even if she wants to.

Seeing that everyone was busy, Shen Yangyang was so anxious that she stamped her feet at home.

Li Xunli found her confused look really funny, so she gave her a bunch of chives, which immediately made the little girl happy.

The people who take charge of this sacrificial activity are basically the female hosts of Chaocheng, with only a few male hosts scattered among them.

When the offerings in every household were almost all placed, the hostesses looked at the sky and said they could begin.

In her previous life, Shen Qingqing was very interested in the sacrificial activities on this day, and every time this day came, she would definitely watch it from the side.

The hostesses each held a handful of incense in their hands. As soon as they lit their lighters, gray-white smoke immediately rose up. A large amount of smoke immediately filled the entire sacrificial gathering place.

The hostesses knelt down facing the direction where the bags of gold ingots were piled, muttered something, and bowed devoutly three times. Then they stood up and knelt behind them, and bowed three more times.

Afterwards, three or one stick of incense was inserted into the offering.

After all the offerings from all the families were lit with incense, they knelt down again and bowed three times. Then, the fire was lit in the area reserved for burning gold ingots.

Each household carried three bags of gold ingots and poured them into the orange-red fire, and gray-black smoke suddenly rose high.

Shen Qingqing raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, and silently took a few steps back to reduce the invasion of the heat wave. The flickering fire was reflected in her dark eyes.

The folded ingots stretched and melted under the licking of the fire, and the wishes and blessings stored in the ingots relied on the waves of fire that covered the sky and the earth to flow across the yin and yang.

The next chapter is being worked on at full speed~
Hehe, Pudu is also a sacrificial activity that the author likes very much~