Chapter 398 Buying a Villager's Old House

When Wen Zhenyi came out of Chang's house, although her expression did not change, Shen Hanxing still noticed that she was in a bad mood.

"Yi Yi, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Zhenyi forced a wry smile: "I'm used to it."

"real?"

Wen Zhenyi was speechless: "That's fake. I actually hope they call me Wen girl instead of Princess Jingle. This high and mighty status really makes me lonely."

Shen Hanxing walked over to her and took her hand: “Let’s throw away this identity.”

"Throw it away?"

"I think you can contact him." He took her hand and walked forward.

When Wen Zhenyi saw him holding his hand, a smile appeared on his face: "Yes, I can throw it away." After that, he ran and pulled him to Wenshufang.

What she didn't expect was that the owner of Wenshufang had been replaced, and it was no longer a study, but had been turned into a snack bar.

The shopkeeper saw the two of them and a smile appeared on his face: "My two guests, would you like something to eat?"

Wen Zhenyi looked at the unfamiliar shopkeeper in front of him: "Where is the previous shopkeeper?"

"Already gone."

"Do you know where he went?"

The shopkeeper looked Wen Zhenyi up and down and asked, "Are you Madam Shen from Xinglin Village?"

"right."

"He left me a letter, saying that if Mrs. Shen from Xinglin Village comes looking for him, I should give this letter to her." He turned to the counter, took out a letter and handed it to her.

Wen Zhenyi took the envelope in his hand and thanked the shopkeeper.

Shen Hanxing and the others got on the carriage. They hadn't accomplished anything for the day, so they had to go back to the village first.

Wen Zhenyi opened the envelope in the carriage.

Princess Jingle, when you see this letter, we have already left An County. The master said that he is very relieved to have you around.

With you in control, these officials won't cause any trouble, and there's nothing more he can do to help. I wish you all the best!

She handed the letter to Shen Hanxing: “This old fox.”

Chen Hanxing read the contents of the letter and said, "He probably guessed you would do this, so he cut off all your escape routes."

"That's why I say he's an old fox."

Chen Hanxing raised his hand and touched her face: "It's okay, after a long time, they will find that you are still the same you, and it has nothing to do with your identity."

Wen Zhenyi placed his hand on the back of his hand: "This is the only way."

After returning to the village, she went to find Dong Li and asked him to help her talk to the villagers about buying the old house.

When Dong Li saw her, he wanted to bow as well, but she stopped him: "Grandpa Village Chief, I told you not to bow to me."

"But......"

"No matter what title I hold now, I am still the silly little girl who grew up in the village. I am still Wen Zhenyi who calls you, the village chief, grandpa."

Dong Li looked at Wen Zhenyi in front of him and smiled: "Wen girl, what are you planning to do today?"

Wen Zhenyi smiled and said, "I want you to ask for me if the villagers' old houses are for sale."

“What are you going to do with all these old houses in the village?”

Wen Zhenyi did not hide anything from her and told him everything he was going to do. After all, these soldiers would also settle down in their village in the future.

Dong Li looked at her in shock: "You said you wanted to build a road?"

Wen Zhen nodded: "Yes, there may be an announcement in a few days."

"You're also going to give these disabled soldiers a job and a place to live?"

Wen Zhen nodded: "They sacrificed their lives for the country, we should give them some respect and dignity."

Dong Li burst into tears when he heard this: "If my brother were still alive, he would definitely be happy."

Wen Zhenyi was shocked by his condition: "Grandpa Village Chief, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Mrs. Dong came over and said, "Wen girl, sit down and talk."

Wen Zhenyi sat on the stool and waited for Dong Li to calm down.

Dong Li calmed down before speaking: "I have a brother who is more than ten years older than me. At that time, our family was poor. He was still unmarried when he was seventeen, so he joined the army."

Old Mrs. Dong held his hand and comforted him: "After all these years, you still haven't forgotten."

"How could I possibly forget?" Dong Li said, then looked at Wen Zhenyi. "After joining the army, he brought back all his military pay to support my education. Later, there was some friction on the border, and that's when he was injured and broke his leg."

"When he came back, he was completely depressed. His parents were very old, and I was only twelve years old at the time. Although I received compensation, it wasn't much."

"Originally, my parents wanted to find him a wife to take care of him, but after looking at many families, no one wanted to marry their daughter to my brother, saying that he was a cripple and would have no future."

Wen Zhenyi frowned: "That's because he hasn't met a girl from a good family."

Dong Li smiled and nodded: "That's how I comforted him at that time."

"At first he had confidence, but as time went on, he became more and more resistant to matchmakers coming to his house. He didn't believe he would be a cripple his whole life, so he tried to find a job, but when people saw he was crippled, they rejected him and even scolded him."

Wen Zhenyi had actually guessed the ending. It was often at times like this that things were most difficult to figure out.

Dong Li looked towards the old house in the distance and said, "I'll always remember that night when he called me into his house and told me to study hard and make a name for myself. He said he wasn't going to get married and would leave all his money for me to study and get married."

"I told him I would support him and take care of him when I became successful. He even smiled, patted my head, and said 'OK.'" Dong Li burst into tears again when she said this. "But when I went to call him for dinner the next day, he had already refused to leave."

Wen Zhenyi didn't know how to comfort him. These people had contributed a lot to the country and the people, but when they needed help, it was often the people they protected who hurt them the most.

Dong Li cried for a long time before calming down again: "Wen girl, I won't sell our old house. I'm giving it to you. I think if my brother is still alive, he will definitely be very happy with me doing this."

"Grandpa Village Chief, there's no need to do this."

"Just think of this as the last thing I do for my brother."

Wen Zhenyi looked at the stubborn old man and finally nodded in agreement.

Dong Li then asked Old Lady Dong to get the title deed out: "Tomorrow, I will go and transfer the title deed to your name."

"Okay, but I can't find anyone to build a house right now, so I might have to wait a while."

"Master Chang is not building houses anymore?" Dong Li was a little puzzled.

"He said he was old and didn't want to take any more jobs."