Chapter 53 The Awakening of the NEET Generation 11

The cherry harvest was astonishing, reaching more than 1,800 jin. A total of 140,000 yuan landed in their hands. Father Ren, hands trembling, called Ren Xin.

“Girl, do you know how much money we have right now? I’ve never seen so much money in my whole life! What are we supposed to do? It’s not safe keeping this money at home… How about I have him transfer it to you?”

Ren Xin reassured him. “It’s fine, Dad. Here’s what you do: go to the bank and open a fixed-term deposit. If you’re worried, you and Mom can each deposit 70,000 yuan, lock it in for a year. If the bank recommends any financial products to you, just ignore them and say you only want a fixed-term deposit.”

Father Ren agreed without hesitation, saying he’d call her when it was done.

“All right, we’ll keep in touch. Don’t worry. Next year, there’ll be even more money. You’ll need to get used to this, Dad.”

Father Ren suddenly felt that this amount of money wasn’t worth getting so worked up over—this was just pocket change~

Mother Ren gave him a sharp slap, snapping him out of it. “Stop bragging! Pocket change, huh? That’s enough money to buy your life, you know.”

Father Ren was not pleased. What kind of talk was that? If anything, they should add even more!

Ren Xin stayed online the whole time to guide them through the process. The bank staff had never dealt with anything like this before. They were all professionals, but it was just impossible to make Father Ren believe them. He kept insisting his daughter was a college student and knew far more than they did. She even knew all about deposits.

Once the money was safely in the bank, the couple clung to their savings books, completely at a loss as to where to hide them. On the way home, they felt as if everyone they passed was a thief—like everyone somehow knew they’d come into money.

Ren Xin gently said, “It’s good to be careful, but there’s no need to be so anxious. And whatever you do, don’t go hiding the savings books up in the beams or burying them in the ground. It’s enough to keep them in a safe spot at home. No one but you two can take out this money, not even me.”

Only then did Father Ren and Mother Ren feel a little more at ease.

After Ren Xin finished up her current work and made another bit of money, she asked her department head for some time off, saying she needed to go home for some family matters.

The department head didn’t probe, simply signed off on her leave.

Ren Xin hurried back to the dorm to pack her things and rushed home. The dorm’s atmosphere had grown frosty lately. Two people had already moved out to live with their boyfriends and hardly ever came back. The rest acted as if Ren Xin didn’t exist. They didn’t get along with each other either—college dorms were just like that.

After a long and bumpy journey, she finally reached the township. Ren Xin stopped at a shop selling farm tricycles and bought one for Father Ren. For Mother Ren, she picked out a pair of gold earrings. They weren’t big, but it was the thought that counted.

Since Ren Xin didn’t have a driver’s license, she paid extra for the shopkeeper to deliver the tricycle to their house, and to bring her along with the new cherry saplings she’d picked up. The boss was easygoing—he agreed for just a hundred yuan.

Not to mention how much Father Ren loved the new tricycle—even all the old men in the village kept saying how nice it looked. Most importantly, it was practical!

Father Ren had his license, so he could drive it right away.

Ren Xin even felt that the way her dad looked at the tricycle was more affectionate than how he looked at her.

When Mother Ren saw the gold earrings, her eyes instantly turned red. “Oh, you child. A tricycle and gold jewelry—that must have cost so much. You work yourself to the bone doing translation work day and night, earning money just to give it all to us. You never buy anything for yourself. Studying isn’t easy, is it? My girl has had such a hard time….”

Father Ren fell silent too. After a long moment, he finally said, “All my life they’ve said I was doomed never to have a son, that there’d be nothing to count on in the future. But I really wish I could show those people—they have sons, but what have their sons given them? Other than debts that’ll never be paid back, aren’t they just left with endless frustration? Everyone says sons are a blessing—I say that’s nonsense. These days, isn’t it the daughters who are supporting their parents?”