Fang Ming, who had already approached: ...
We had to go back again.
My boss is behaving increasingly despicable.
"Um... never mind, it's nothing." Le Yao hesitated for a moment, but finally hung up the phone. She originally wanted to ask about Lu Min'an, but suddenly felt it wasn't appropriate.
Nangong Jue: ...
Why did you give up? Don't give up! You have something to say, he's willing to listen.
Unfortunately, the phone had already gone dead.
Because the car was small, everyone heard more or less of what Nangong Jue said on the phone.
Everyone knows the consequences of that car accident, after all, the news has already reported it, but no one knows how to express their feelings. In the end, they can only sigh and then remain silent.
"Alan." After a long silence, Han Baozhu patted Le Yao's shoulder.
Soon, the car left the town highway and entered the village road. What was once an asphalt road had become a gravel road.
After crossing a small hill, we arrived at the village entrance.
Since it's August now, the planting is finished but the autumn harvest hasn't arrived yet, so it's considered a slack season for farmers. As long as it's not mealtime or sleeptime, everyone gathers under the trees at the village entrance to cool off and chat. The men smoke and play chess, while the women eat melon seeds and knit sweaters. Their laughter and conversations can be heard from afar.
Just then, two cars drove up, which had already attracted the attention of the people enjoying the cool air.
The car stopped, and Liu Sujuan got out first, then helped Han Baozhu out of the car, followed by Han Xiangdong.
"Isn't that Baozhu and Sujuan? They're back..." someone ran over. "Baozhu's leg, is it healed?"
"Yes, Second Aunt, I'm all better." Han Baozhu nodded with a smile and took a couple of steps.
"But the doctor said I still need to rest," Liu Sujuan added.
"That's really good." Second Aunt nodded with a smile.
The people behind them also gathered around and started talking all at once.
"That's good. We were just talking about it. We were wondering how you guys were doing. We can't stand being nagged..."
"You can tell it's a big city now. That doctor is really amazing. You couldn't even tell Baozhu had a broken leg when he walked like that. Someone from my hometown also broke their leg and had surgery in the county town. Now they walk with an uneven gait..."
"Sujuan, you've gotten so pale these past few months. You look like a city lady now."
"Alan is even more beautiful now, so fresh and lovely, like a fairy."
"Xiangdong looks like a city boy now, still single, right? I'll introduce you to someone, my sister-in-law has a niece..."
In short, the content of the conversation was incredibly diverse and highly disjointed. If it weren't for her memory, Le Yao felt that her thoughts wouldn't be able to keep up.
The original book says that after Han Baozhu had his accident, it was the villagers who pooled their money to treat his leg. All 68 households in the village contributed money and effort. Even those who might have had some conflicts with each other did not stand idly by and managed to raise 100,000 yuan.
"Alright, stop crowding around." At this moment, an old man carrying a pipe walked over. "Aren't you going to let him go back and tidy up?"
This man is Han Kuan, the village chief of Lishuzhuang. He is a highly respected person. Although he is only in his fifties, he is of a high generation. Le Yao has to call him Eighth Grandfather, and Han Baozhu and Liu Sujuan have to call him Eighth Grandfather.
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