"This... I can't do this. I'm just an old lady from the countryside. How can I do such a thing?" Grandma Feng Molan said helplessly.
Ever since Jiang Fan became famous outside and the city leaders came to visit him again and again, these so-called relatives and friends, whom he didn't even know, came to him like flies after hearing the news. No matter how they tried to persuade him, they couldn't be persuaded or driven away.
Every day I have to ask the old lady to do various things for me. She is too kind-hearted and cannot bear to get angry, but she cannot do these things either.
I could only talk to them every day. After a few days, my mouth was covered with several big blisters and I felt very irritated.
"You can't do it, but your grandson can. Just say a word and your grandson will definitely listen to you. Then this little thing will be a piece of cake!" The middle-aged village woman chattered incessantly, calculating on the abacus so loud that the whole village could hear her.
"I haven't seen my grandson for a long time. Besides, even if I saw him, I wouldn't be able to tell him about this kind of thing. You all should go back quickly. I really can't do anything." Feng Molan said earnestly.
"That's right. How dare you, a worthless neighbor or relative like you, ask my old lady for help? If she wants to help, she will only help people like me who are related by blood!"
"Old lady, do you still remember me? My third uncle's cousin is your cousin. I am your great-nephew Niu Er!" At this time, a fat and big-eared middle-aged man came over again and said with a flattering look on his face.
Feng Molan glanced at the so-called nephew, but she had no impression of him at all. Not to mention him, Feng Molan hadn't even had contact with her third uncle's cousin, the so-called cousin, for years.
I remember when she was crazy, she was picking up trash and almost starving to death on the roadside, but I didn’t see any relatives or friends come to help her.
Now there are so many relatives for no apparent reason, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.
But out of politeness, the old lady sighed and nodded to show that she knew him.
Seeing the old lady nod, Niu Er immediately said excitedly: "It's like this, my daughter is in her twenties this year, she is fair and plump, but she just can't find a partner. Can you see if you can find her a good husband in the city? We don't have high requirements, just a house and a car, and a betrothal gift of 288,000 yuan. If it is convenient, we can also arrange a job for her in the city. An easy job from nine to five with two days off a week, and a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan is enough. We don't want more!"
"I told you, I really can't do it. Let alone 10,000 yuan a month, I can't even find a job that pays 1,000 yuan a month. I can't even make 1,000 yuan a month. If you hadn't come, I would have to pick up waste and sell it for money." Feng Molan said speechlessly. These people were really delaying her work.
"Old lady, you can't do this. It was just a word from you that helped the widow Liu in the village. She was able to eat the money given by the government and built a new house! Why won't your family help her now?" Niu Er became angry when he heard the old lady's refusal.
"That family is really pitiful. The man was digging coal outside and buried it, and they didn't get a penny in compensation. There are three children in the family, and the woman is in poor health. She broke her leg while working at a construction site and was almost dying, so I helped to talk to the leader about it. Besides, they also meet the minimum living security policy, so my words won't work." Feng Molan explained earnestly.
But the crowd refused to listen and kept on complaining, "We don't care. We just know you can't be partial! You only care about outsiders and not us, your relatives!"
"That's right! We don't ask for much! We don't ask for a villa, a Mercedes, or a BMW or anything like that. It's just a small wish, and it's something you can just ask for! Why don't you do it for us?"
In this era where a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan is considered a high salary, these people always talk about earning over 10,000 yuan a month and having a stable job, and they actually think it is just a trivial matter of talking. It is really interesting.
"...Please go to the temple to make a wish. My grandmother is not a god and cannot fulfill your wish." At this time, Jiang Fan could not bear to listen anymore, and immediately stepped forward to stop him.
"Who the hell are you? Why do you have the right to interrupt here?" Everyone looked at Jiang Fan and said disdainfully.
"I'm Jiang Fan." Jiang Fan replied with a sneer.
"Jiang Fan? Who is Jiang Fan? No matter which relative you are, you have to line up!" Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they thought that Jiang Fan was also a distant relative who came to take advantage of the situation.
Most of them were not even remotely related to Feng Molan. They only knew that Feng Molan's grandson had become a high-ranking official, but they had not even found out his name. After begging for a long time, they still did not know who the real owner was.
"Jiang Fan seems to be the old lady's grandson!" At this time, someone in the crowd who knew more spoke up.
"The one... the one who's a high-ranking official out there?!" Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
"That's right!" the man answered immediately.
At this moment, everyone went crazy instantly, looking at Jiang Fan with gleaming eyes, which made Jiang Fan, a grown man, get goose bumps all over his body, as if he was being watched!
"Oh, cousin, I finally see you! I'm your distant cousin!"
"Do you remember that I held you in my arms when I was a child?" Niu Er took the lead and shouted excitedly at Jiang Fan.
"I don't remember, and it's impossible that you have ever held me in your arms. I was separated from my grandmother when I was very young and became an orphan." Jiang Fan said coldly.
"Then... that must have been when you were just born." Niu Er forced an explanation.
"I was born in the provincial capital." Jiang Fan continued to slap himself in the face.
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"Anyway, we are relatives, we are a family! Blood is thicker than water!" Seeing that his politeness did not work, Niu Er had to play the family card!
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