Chapter 9: Return to the Village

The door of the warehouse was closed tightly. In the vast expanse of white, a figure could be seen in the distance. He was standing in front of the door with a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.

Xiang Yu drove the car over. The man glanced at her, then moved sideways to push the door open a crack, and Xiang Yu slipped in.

The warehouse was obviously much quieter than during the day. More than a dozen people were bargaining with the stall owners. After all, in order to make them "accommodate", they had given them a lot of benefits during the day.

They kept their voices very low while talking. Xiang Yu walked straight to the boss who was selling rice. The boss looked at Xiang Yu and a smile appeared on his face.

After all, she was the most generous among these people, so Xiang Yu did not bargain, after all, she could still buy it at the original price.

In another week, the price will more than double. "What's the upper limit?" Xiang Yu asked directly.

"Two thousand kilograms," the boss said without saying anything. He turned around and told his people to start loading the rice onto the truck. He knew Xiang Yu would definitely buy it.

As expected, Xiang Yu gave the money without saying a word, in cash, which he couldn't withdraw even though he had deposited it in the bank.

Even the banks in the town were closed and all the money in the ATM machines was withdrawn.

Cash was their favorite way of transaction. Xiang Yu pushed a cart loaded with rice and moved the goods himself.

During this time, he secretly put a few bags of rice into the space. After the car was full, Xiang Yu deliberately drove around the village. When he came back, the car was empty.

When the person guarding the door saw Xiang Yu coming back so quickly, he thought someone outside the town was waiting for her.

Next, Xiang Yu bought no less than 100,000 worth of flour, noodles and soybean oil, enough for her to eat for a long time.

There are twenty bags of salt in a box, but he limits the purchase quantity to twenty-five boxes. You can buy directly from Xiang Yu up to the limit, but the demand for salt is great.

This was probably not enough, so Xiang Yu waited outside the door for a long time. Finally, he gave some money to an aunt and asked her to help buy another 25 boxes.

She gave a lot, and the aunt happened to be short of cash, so she agreed.

After buying everything, Xiang Yu drove away from the town overnight. She was not going to any other city.

But it was my hometown far away in the countryside of K City, which was located on high ground and would not be flooded after the snow melted. Secondly, there were only a few neighboring villages there.

There are fewer people there, not as densely populated as in cities. The more densely populated a place is, the more people will die after a riot.

Even though the village is backed by a mountain, when the temperature drops below zero, people can go up the mountain to chop firewood and burn it for heating.

Along the way, Xiang Yu could see several snowplows working overnight. They were busy day and night and passed by a gas station on the way.

Xiang Yu always stopped to fill up the bottle in the trunk. When he looked left and right, he found that there was no one at the gas station.

But the camera kept turning. After filling one pot, Xiang Yu continued to add the second pot. She had been stockpiling diesel and gasoline recently, but there were restrictions and she couldn't get too much at a time.

Fortunately, the car she rented had low fuel consumption, and after leaving K City, there were no snowplows on the road.

Following the wheel marks left by the car in front, Xiang Yu drove carefully.

It was almost noon the next day when Xiang Yu drove to the outskirts of Xiangjia Village, on the avenue connecting the village and the town.

Many villagers were sweeping the snow on the road under the leadership of the village chief.

"Look, who's back?" the middle-aged man squinted his eyes and looked at the black business car slowly approaching in the distance.

When Xiang Yu got closer, he saw several people standing on the road and couldn't drive through for a while, so he rolled down the window.

The old man, who was nearly fifty years old, stepped forward and looked into the car with his cloudy eyes. When he saw Xiang Yu, he let out a light exclamation.

"Xiang Laoer's wife, why are you back? Didn't you go out to study?" The old man looked at Xiang Yu. She was wrapped so tightly that he almost didn't recognize her.

When a child in the village was admitted to a prestigious school, they were so proud that they almost held a graduation party for Xiang Yu.

"Something happened at school, and the road was blocked after I asked for leave to go home. Now I can't go to school, so I wanted to come and see grandpa and grandma."

The two old people were buried here, and Xiang Yu would come back to worship them every New Year, so the people in the village were quite familiar with Xiang Yu.

The others holding shovels stepped forward and stood outside the car window, saying, "Turns out it's the second brother Xiang's granddaughter who has returned, and she's even driving a car..."

"Hello, uncle and aunt..." Xiang Yu greeted a few people. After everyone made way, Xiang Yu drove to the old house.

Along the way, Xiang Yu also saw a dozen young children holding shovels and clearing the snow on the main road in the village.

Seeing Xiang Yu's car, several people stopped what they were doing, moved to the side of the road, and looked inside.

But the dark glass blocked their view, and they couldn't see who was inside.

"Xiang Cheng, could it be that your dad and his family are back? Your dad's car seems to be black," the boy poked his friend with his elbow.

Xiang Cheng glanced at the car approaching and said, "My dad's car is not this one. I guess it's not theirs. Do you recognize them?"

Xiang Cheng looked at the people around him, and they all shook their heads.

The heavy snow blocked the roads and even the signal was affected. I haven’t been able to contact my parents for a while.

Xiang Cheng looked at Xiang Yu's black car driving away.

There are several families with left-behind children in the village. Their parents are working outside, leaving behind two elderly people and children in the village.

The cement road on both sides was filled with compacted snow, and the road surface had been widened a lot. Xiang Yu parked the car in front of the old house.

This is a one-story, field-shaped house with a small area. It is surrounded by a two-meter-high wall. At this time, the house is buried in the snow.

Perhaps because they heard the sound of a car, the tightly closed door of the next door opened, and three little faces appeared on the window, all looking towards Xiang Yu.

An old lady came out with her hands behind her back, "Xiang girl, I'm here to see your grandparents again."

"Yes, grandma, it's cold and snowing heavily outside, you should go back to the house," Xiang Yu exchanged a few words with the old woman, then opened the trunk, took out a shovel, and started shoveling the snow in the yard.

There were two cars parked in front of the next door, which showed that the great-grandmother's son had probably returned, and the whole family had returned.

Just when Xiang Yu was halfway through shoveling the snow, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw a young man he didn't recognize, who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

She wore a fleece sweatshirt with a cotton vest on the outside, and a pair of sneakers on her long legs.

The young man held a shovel in his hand with an indifferent expression on his face, "My grandma asked me to help you shovel the snow."

“No, no need…” Xiang Yu stopped him, but the young man did not leave.

After Xiang Yu took the shovel in his hand, he pushed the cart full of snow out.

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