"Youhuo!" Zeng Laosan, who was sitting on a long bench smoking, said to Zeng Youhuo, who was sorting out animal traps, "What should we do with the seeds for next spring? Has Wangcai written to tell us?"
The news that Zeng Wangcai was not sacrificed has been reported back. Similarly, Zeng Laosan, who had been to the commune meeting, also heard the rumor!
"Village Chief, aren't you worried about the rumors about Wangcai?"
Grandma's hands, which were sewing the soles of shoes, stopped and her eyes were fixed on Zeng Laosan.
Zeng Laosan felt a cold murderous aura and immediately threw away his cigarette butt, saying indignantly: "What are you worried about? Worry not a bit. If anyone in the village dares to gossip and say a word against Wangcai, I will cut off his tongue. He will only be able to eat a full meal for a few days. Without Wangcai, Zengzhuang would not be what it is today..."
Upon hearing this, grandma started sewing the soles again!
"Wangcai has explained the matter of the seeds, it's okay!" Zeng Youhuo gave a positive answer only after getting this reply.
"That's good, that's good." Zeng Lao San said with a smile, "By the way, I'll go to the city to buy some floral fabric in a few days and bring a few feet back to your house. The old lady can use it to make shoes."
God has pity on you. Who would have dared to use new cloth to make shoes in the past? But here, Zeng Laosan can only say this, because Zeng Youqian opened this garment factory and the whole family has no shortage of clothes.
At this moment, Zeng Laosan heard a lot of noise coming from below. He stood up and walked to the edge of Zeng's yard and looked down. He saw a car he had never seen before driving up.
Almost all the children in the village followed behind this car!
That’s not all. The old guys in the village who usually have trouble walking are now walking briskly…
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