Huang Xue said proudly: "I am from Hai City, I am different from country people like you."
Han Wanying replied coldly, "You're nosy, but you're definitely different from us. You're too thick-skinned. How can we possibly compete with you?"
He Ting couldn't help laughing when she heard it. The rest of the people had smiles on their faces. Even the aloof-looking He Zhen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
Huang Xue's face turned red all of a sudden. She stood up angrily, pointing at Han Wanying and was about to curse.
The ox cart shook and Huang Xue almost fell off.
Before she could say anything, Huang Xue quickly grabbed the frame of the car next to her and cursed, "How are you driving? Can you drive more steadily?"
Old Zhang automatically ignored the fact that he had just deliberately driven the cart into the pit and said, "This is an ox cart. I, an old man, can't control it."
Huang Xue knew that she couldn't get any advantage, so she sat down dejectedly.
Zhang Jia glanced at Huang Xue and thought to himself: This person is really stupid. He is so unrestrained even in someone else's village. He offended the villagers as soon as he arrived. But it's better to be a little stupid. I don't have to worry about such people anymore...
Everyone had their own thoughts, and finally they arrived at Wangjiaba.
It was already lunchtime, and everyone had gone home from work to eat, so I didn't meet anyone along the way.
Han Wanying said to Old Zhang, "Grandpa Zhang, please drive all the way to the house at the end of the village. The captain said to assign the people there."
Lao Zhang replied: "Okay."
They soon arrived at the house. Han Wanying jumped out of the car first. The people behind her saw her get out of the car and followed suit. Han Wanying helped them carry their luggage down, then took down the things she had left in front of her and said to Lao Zhang, "Okay, Grandpa Zhang, go back quickly. Drive slowly."
Old Zhang smiled and nodded.
Zhao Tao stared at the meat buns, meat and pastries in Han Wanying's hands with his eyes wide open.
Han Wanying looked at them, walked over and put her things on the ground, took out the key from her bag and opened the door, then picked up her things, turned around and said to them: "This is the old landlord's house. It hasn't been cleaned up yet. You can choose any of the houses here. You can arrange them yourselves and then clean up the house."
A few people picked up their luggage and walked in. Huang Xue looked at the house and said with a pout, "This house is so shabby, how can it still be lived in?"
Hearing this, Li Zhaodi looked at Huang Xue enviously, because the house she lived in before was not as big as this one and was still very shabby. Although their family lived in the city, her father was the only worker, and there were two younger sisters and a younger brother in the family. The house arranged by the factory could not accommodate them at all. The house only had a living room and two rooms. At first, her younger brother slept with his parents, and the sisters slept in one room.
Later, when the younger brother grew up a little, he insisted on having his own room, as someone told him. So his parents gave the room where he and his sisters slept to his younger brother and let them move into the very small room on the balcony.
So she was very happy to see such a big house, a tiled house, and a room for herself to live in. When she heard that Huang Xue still complained about the shabby house, she couldn't help but envy her and imagine how nice the house Huang Xue lived in before.
Han Wanying confronted him directly: "You've been blabbering non-stop all the way here. This is the best house in the village, and the villagers haven't allowed you to live here. If you don't want to live here, just move out. I'm sure there will be villagers who are very willing to trade with you."
Huang Xue stopped talking when she heard this. She had seen the houses in the village along the way and was afraid that if she said another word, Han Wanying would ask her to move to a villager's house.
Seeing that she had stopped talking, Han Wanying didn't say anything more. She said in a bad tone, "You guys make your own arrangements. I'll go cook for you. You guys should clean up the house and move your things in first. But I suggest you clean up the kitchen first so you can eat later."
When they heard Han Wanying was helping them cook, their eyes lit up. Zhang Jia then spoke up: "In that case, Comrade Han, could you please give us a bun first? We don't need to heat it up. I've been traveling all the way and I'm a little hungry. One will fill me up."
What Zhang Jia was thinking was: so many buns must be for them, otherwise who would buy so many buns to eat? Even her family doesn’t dare to eat buns like this, maybe only He Ting and the others would eat them like this.
When the others heard this, they looked at Han Wanying with shining eyes.
Han Wanying sneered and said, "Your family uses meat buns to entertain guests? This is mine."
Zhang Jia was clearly unconvinced and thought Han Wanying wanted to keep the buns for herself. He said suspiciously, "How about this, can we share one of these buns with you?"
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