It must be said that Fengjia Village has changed a lot in recent years, from dividing the land into individual households to now having brick and tile houses for every household.
Over the years, Yan Xiao has also donated to build schools, hospitals, and cement roads for the village.
Today, Fengjia Village has transformed from the most impoverished village in the city into a tourist attraction that is even more bustling than the town.
Everyone in Fengjia Village feels proud when they hear the names Yan Xiao and Wen Qinghe.
Everyone knows that Yan Xiao is the most successful person in the whole village, followed by Feng Tiezhu.
One of these two men frequently appears on television, while the other has become a real estate tycoon.
Young people in their village who want to buy property in big cities can purchase a house at half price by providing proof of being a resident of Fengjia Village.
"Xiao Yan and Qing He haven't been back for many years. We always meet in Beijing. Our village is what it is today thanks to you both. Tie Zhu and Ling Ling should be here tomorrow too."
Feng Dabing's hair is now gray, and he stepped down from his position as village chief some time ago.
He's been in this position for many years, and over the years, everyone affectionately calls him "Old Village Chief" whenever they see him.
How has your health been these past two years?
Yan Xiao handed the box of Ganoderma lucidum and deer antler that he had brought for the old village chief to Chen Guiru, who was standing next to him.
“Great, I’m in good health! Now I don’t need to worry about things in the village anymore, and I can enjoy my retirement with my grandchildren.”
In recent years, the elderly couple has been living separately, and he has been unable to stay in Beijing for long due to matters in the village.
Each time, he would only have a brief visit to his wife and grandchildren before returning home.
It was only recently, when Gui Ru returned from Beijing, that he was able to return to the happy days of having food at home and companionship in bed.
"Is this called a snack? Grandpa has some sweet buns that Grandma makes, do you want some?"
When Little Snack heard someone call her, she immediately jumped out of Yan Xiao's arms and said without any politeness:
"Yay, little sugar baby."
"Hehe, okay, I'll have Grandma get it for you."
Seeing this little guy reminded Feng Dabing of his granddaughter whom he had seen in Beijing a few months ago.
In the past few years, Lingling has given their family two grandsons and a granddaughter.
My granddaughter was born at the end of last year. The little girl is fair-skinned and chubby, and she smiles broadly whenever anyone holds her.
With so many boys in the family, he now has a particular fondness for soft, cuddly little girls.
Girls are better; they're lovable and well-behaved, unlike his two grandsons, who are just as mischievous as Tiezhu was when he was little.
In recent years, during summer vacation in the village, I have to run around and make a fuss every day before I can go home.
They would either climb trees to steal bird nests or call a few henchmen to catch fish in the river.
If these kids hadn't all been good swimmers, he would have tied them up at home with ropes.
Despite his inner complaints, he was most looking forward to summer vacation.
People toil their whole lives, all for the sake of having their children and grandchildren around them in their old age, enjoying the lively joy of several generations living together.
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The moonlight was as clear as water.
The woman, her face flushed, sank into the soft bed, the thin blankets trembling slightly.
Her soft hair was damp with sweat, forming wisps of hair. The woman's beautiful eyes were slightly furrowed, a mixture of pleasure and pain in them.
It was a quiet, windless summer night.
The heatwave rippled outside the window.
The whooshing sound of the air conditioner's outdoor unit drowned out the indistinct sound of water.
The room smelled strongly of milk. After a long while, Yan Xiao took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the milk stains from the corners of his mouth.
His eyes were filled with contentment.
"I like to have extra food."
Wen Qinghe glared at him shyly.
"Aren't you ashamed? This is clearly food for snacks."
The little guy didn't get to enjoy it even once, and the old man took it all.
Who would have thought that now, Little Sweetie is three years old, and she still…
"Knock knock knock"
There was a knock on the door.
At this hour, it's just the three of them in this courtyard.
It goes without saying who is outside the door.
After tidying up the clothes of the person beneath him, Yan Xiao calmed himself down and got up to open the door for his little darling outside.
"Why are you here so late instead of sleeping?"
Little Sweetie stood at the door, clutching her little pillow, her eyes still sleepy, and said pitifully, "I don't want to sleep here~ I want Mommy~"
Yan Xiao was at a loss for words, and unusually, he coaxed her in a very low voice, "Sweetie, Mommy's asleep. If you go over there, you'll disturb her. How about I sleep with you?"
Without waiting for her consent, he carried the baby to the bed in the next room and tucked the little bundle into the blankets.
He casually patted the little girl's back twice, signaling that she could go to sleep.
Little Dianxin was about to close her eyes and go to sleep when her little nose suddenly seemed to have found a scent, and she sniffed and snuggled into Yan Xiao's arms.
"Hey, did you steal my milk again?"
Yan Xiao lied without batting an eye: "Yeah, I bought it for you. It's not too much to ask for a drink, is it?"
"But I also want to drink milk and go to sleep."
"No, you drank before bed. If you drink too much, you'll wet the bed. Go to sleep now."
"oh."
Little Snack didn't expect him to agree, but with the familiar milky scent beside her, she fell asleep quickly.
What she didn't know was that the father who told her he had drunk too much and wet the bed left the room without a second thought after she fell asleep, and went to prepare a second meal.
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