Chapter 399 I Could Marry Eighteen Wives!

Chapter 399: With this, I could marry eighteen women!

The jokester Uncle Mu returned and couldn’t wait to roll out the red carpet for himself—or better yet, have the entire world throw him a welcome party.

No one knew how he managed it, but he actually sweet-talked Auntie Zhong out of a "fortune"—five yuan! All because his face had gotten too dark from the sun, and he needed to buy face cream!

Even Su Taotao thought Auntie Zhong must’ve lost her mind to approve such an expense.

But Auntie Zhong really did give it to him.

Because Uncle Mu claimed that the reason his older brother had taken so long to find a wife was that his face had been darkened from working near the boiler!

If he didn’t whiten his face, he’d definitely have trouble finding a wife in the future.

Weirdly enough, Auntie Zhong actually gave him the money.

Then, Uncle Mu turned around and handed the cash to Fu Yuanhang, asking him to save it.

Fu Yuanhang looked at him in surprise. "Isn’t this your budget for buying face cream?"

Uncle Mu waved his hand. "When squeezing money out of Auntie Zhong, you’ve got to have a good cover story."

Fu Yuanhang: "Then how will you explain not buying the face cream to Auntie Zhong?"

Uncle Mu leaned in and tapped his own cheek. "Look how tan I got. Isn’t this mug worth five bucks?"

Fu Yuanhang was speechless. "Your face doesn’t, but the face cream does."

Uncle Mu waved it off. "Auntie Zhong’s forgetful, and the factory’s been so busy lately. Once I’ve got the cash, she’ll probably forget about it the next day. Who’d remember some face cream?"

Pinching pennies? That’s not like Uncle Mu, so Fu Yuanhang couldn’t help but ask, "Why are you suddenly saving money this time?"

"Ah…" Uncle Mu sighed. "Ah Hang, you wouldn’t understand. Farmers break their backs all year, and after covering food and necessities, a whole family might not even have a few yuan left by year’s end. Times are hard, man. I’m never wasting money again."

Fu Yuanhang: "…Is it possible that I’m actually from the countryside? I’ve still got dirt under my nails—I know this better than you."

"Oh," Uncle Mu stared at Fu Yuanhang’s face. "You’re too pale. I keep forgetting you’re from the countryside."

Fu Yuanhang brushed him off.

Uncle Mu chased after him. "Hey, Ah Hang, what’s my total savings?"

Fu Yuanhang handed him the "ledger." "Take a look."

Fu Yuanhang used the simplest T-account method Su Taotao had taught him—income on the left, expenses on the right. Every time money came in or went out, he drew a line to calculate the balance and noted the date.

Easy to read.

"No way, I’m loaded?! My uncle once told me that in the countryside, a bride’s dowry might only run you eight or ten yuan. With this, I could marry eighteen women!"

Fu Yuanhang: "...???"

Sometimes, he just couldn’t fathom what went on in Uncle Mu’s head.

"Want me to hand it back? So you can marry ten or eight women to handle your money?"

Uncle Mu waved his hands frantically. "Nah, I’m messing with you! By the way, hey, where’s Bai Hua? What’s her balance?"

Uncle Mu reached for the "account book."

Fu Yuanhang pulled the "account book" back. "That's confidential. I haven't told Bai Hua how much you've saved with me either."

Uncle Mu reached out to grab it. "How can that rough-and-tumble girl compare to our relationship? Show me now!"

Fu Yuanhang raised the "account book" over his head. "It's about principles."

"Tch," Uncle Mu gave up, "Fine, don't show me. By the way, tell me what fun things happened on your trip to G City. I heard Chenchen won a lot of good things playing chess?"

Fu Yuanhang said, "Didn't you receive the gift he got for you?"

Chenchen brought small gifts for everyone close to him, and Uncle Mu was no exception.

Uncle Mu said, "Our Chenchen is really something special! But I still want to hear you talk about it."

Fu Yuanhang went ahead and shared some interesting stories.

Especially when he mentioned Su Wenhan, Uncle Mu got more and more jealous.

"Chenchen's uncle is so much fun! I should’ve begged to come along to G City. After all, I’m Auntie’s son—that makes me kind of an uncle to Chenchen. With that status, I had every right to go!" he said.

Every time Fu Yuanhang listened to Uncle Mu, he found himself at a loss for words.

This guy’s face was unbelievably three feet thick.

"Uncle Mu, come down with Ah Hang for some mung bean soup!" Zhou Linglan called from the first floor.

Hearing this, Uncle Mu lit up. "Coming, Auntie! We’ll be right down!"

"Let’s go, Ah Hang. After the soup, we should hurry to collect coconut shells. I need to hustle and save—at least not less than Chenchen!" he said.

Chenchen was a kid with a small fortune—over a hundred yuan!

"It’s too late now—they’ve probably all been picked up. Let’s go help at the new factory early tomorrow with our sister-in-law's ride. The production line there is working overtime," Fu Yuanhang said.

Uncle Mu said, "Alright then. After the soup, let’s round up Kang Zi and the crew for a game, then pick up Chenchen and the others from school. I got them something too."

Fu Yuanhang nodded. "Sounds good."