"Xie Wan, please help me, can we just let this go?"
Xie Wan was also good at acting, acting as if Ren Dazhuang was her uncle, and stepped over the threshold, "Uncle Dazhuang, I miss you so much!"
Ren Dazhuang rants in his mind: "You almost want me dead!"
In the end, he didn't dare to turn Xie Wan away and invited her to sit down by the well in the yard.
Seeing the sorghum piled in the yard, Xie Wan became interested and asked, "Uncle Dazhuang, do we still grow sorghum in our village?"
Ren Dazhuang rolled his eyes at her and said, "Hasn't there always been sorghum in our village? July is the sorghum harvest season. You've only been in the city for a few years, how come you've forgotten this?"
Xie Wan came here from a book. In fact, she had only lived in Renjia Village for a few days and had no idea what crops were there in the village.
She was very good at grasping the key points, and said with a sinister smile: "Hey, what I'm asking is, isn't this sorghum from the brigade? How did it get to your house?"
Ren Dazhuang shuddered, thinking of how Xie Wan would always recite quotations from the past, and he hastily explained, "Xiao Wan, you can't go and tell your uncle.
This sorghum is not from the brigade, but was planted by my wife, your aunt, on the hillside behind. "
I thought Xie Wan would use this to threaten him, but Xie Wan slapped his thigh and said, "Good job! But Uncle Dazhuang, as the team leader, don't just think about making your family rich by using the idle land on the hilltops. You also need to make the whole village rich, right?"
Ren Dazhuang didn't understand what Xie Wan meant and asked, "What? You won't let me share the sorghum with them, right?
It's just a little bit, I want to use it to make some wine for the New Year."
Xie Wan happily patted Ren Dazhuang on the shoulder and asked excitedly: "What? You can also make sorghum wine?
Come on, Uncle Dazhuang, tell me, how much sorghum is left in Renjia Village after paying the public grain, and how do people usually use it? "
Ren Dazhuang was about to cry: "Xiao Wan, the last time you came back, you took away dozens of kilograms of my grain seeds. This time, you are not going to plunder all the sorghum in our village, are you?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Fang Wenbin, who was squatting on the side and eavesdropping, felt a jolt in his heart: "Is this County Magistrate Xie going to skin me again in a week?"
Xie Wan felt a little embarrassed when the old things were brought up.
Didn't she just get the space that time and had no food seeds, so she set her sights on Ren Dazhuang?
"Uncle Dazhuang, I don't want yours this time. I want to discuss with you what we can do to make the village prosperous."
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