As Gu Changhai coughed, Mrs. Gu suddenly looked up, shivered, and suddenly remembered that there were still people who knew about what happened back then.
With fear in her eyes, she immediately lowered her head.
"Mrs. Gu, isn't that a bit much? I remember, as does the director, that Gu Ruhai gave you and Mr. Gu three thousand yuan as pension money when he left the village. He gave it right in front of the two of us. It's only been two years now, and it couldn't possibly cost that much to live in our village.
How come you can't afford treatment for Mr. Gu? Never mind that the old man's illness should be divided among the three sons; the money Gu Ruhai gave alone is more than enough for you two to live comfortably and get treatment."
These words stirred the villagers.
Three thousand yuan!
Oh my heavens.
Three thousand yuan is already a huge amount in a village like theirs.
After all, the villagers earn only two to three hundred yuan a year.
