"Yes, after the incident, the town helped the village rebuild their houses. At that time, people from all walks of life donated a lot of supplies, and it even made the news!"
The village secretary subtly reminded Liang Xunling and Zhong Jingyi that they needed to donate some money and goods to the village later. When they arrived at the village head's house, they saw the village head's wife and a large pot set up in the yard, with three or four women diligently plucking chicken feathers nearby.
"Gentlemen, let's go inside and sit for a while. Dinner will be ready soon!"
As he spoke, the village chief led Xiao Yanbao and the others into the house. Once inside, Liang Xunling had barely sat down when she asked:
How many people are left in your village?
When the village chief heard Liang Xunling ask about the number of people in the village, he was overjoyed. He knew that the matter of getting her to donate money was almost certain to succeed.
Judging from the other party's appearance, the value of this donation or supplies must be considerable. If they could donate three to five hundred thousand yuan, and I could handle the money myself, the down payment for my son's wedding house in the county town would be secured.
Just as the village chief was about to speak, his window was suddenly smashed by a stone. Everyone was startled by the sudden noise. When the chief's wife saw another stone flying over the wall, she immediately started cursing.
"Which bastard smashed my window? If I catch you, I'll skin you alive!"
Before the village chief's wife could open the gate to check, she heard a series of clattering sounds as someone ran along the wall, getting further and further away. When she got outside, she could only vaguely see a figure flash by a few times before disappearing.
The village chief, hearing his wife cursing incessantly outside, smiled apologetically and said:
"Excuse me, everyone. I'll go out and take a look around first. We'll chat while we eat later!"
After saying this, the village chief hurriedly walked outside. Just as he reached the street entrance, he bumped into his wife, who was also looking for someone.
"What are you doing? Don't you know I have a distinguished guest? What are you yelling about?"
The village chief's wife was already furious, and now that her husband was complaining about her, she immediately exploded.
"You think you're so great just because you have a VIP guest? I'm already being kind by patiently preparing snacks for you to go with your drinks. Didn't you hear someone smashing our window?"
When the village chief saw his wife getting angry, he felt a little flustered, but the presence of so many guests in the house gave him a sense of confidence, and he even straightened his back, which had been unconsciously hunched over.
"You ignorant fool, as long as I treat these people well, our son can buy a house in the county town. So what if all the windows in our house are smashed..."
As the village chief finished speaking, his face suddenly froze. Just as his wife thought he had been possessed and reached out to pinch his philtrum, the village chief grinned and burst into a low laugh.
"Good! Go tell Erzhuzi's little dog to throw stones at our house from outside, smash the windows as hard as possible, and everyone will get a chicken leg as a reward!"
The village chief's wife was convinced that her husband was possessed by an evil spirit, so she turned around and went to find a bowl of rooster blood to exorcise the evil spirit from the village chief.
"Where are you going? Go find the puppy!"
The village chief saw his wife turn around, pick up a white porcelain bowl, and look at it from left to right. He frowned and urged her to hurry up.
"Wait a minute, I'll get you some rooster blood to ward off evil spirits. I don't know what's wrong with you today, you're talking nonsense!"
Upon hearing this, the village chief became extremely anxious. He grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her outside, while pointing to the lit main room, signaling her to be quiet.
When the two arrived in the street, the village chief, looking furious, pointed at his wife's nose and began to curse:
"Just go when I tell you to! Stop talking nonsense! The more windows we break, the more money they'll give us later. That way we can even raise the money for your son's house renovation. Isn't that great?"
The village chief's wife then realized what was happening. Without even putting down the white porcelain bowl in her hand, she ran happily towards Erzhuzi's house.
"Bowl! Bowl!"
When the village chief saw that his wife was still holding the white porcelain bowl, he immediately reminded her. Without any hesitation, his wife threw the white porcelain bowl onto the stones by the roadside.
Upon seeing this, the village chief instinctively wanted to go over and check if the white porcelain bowl was broken. He took a step but immediately turned around and walked towards the main room, muttering to himself.
"You spendthrift woman, once I'm really rich, I'll definitely..."
When the village chief returned to the main room, Ninth Master first let out a long sigh, then looked at the village chief as he entered and said:
"Someone broke a window? Is it serious?"
The village chief had never been so grateful to Ninth Master. Just as he was thinking about how to bring up the matter of the broken window, Ninth Master, whom the village chief had always disliked, unexpectedly handed him a pillow while he was dozing off. It was a very comfortable pillow.
At this moment, he decided that when the supplies and donations were distributed in a few days, he would definitely give Ninth Master a larger share, since the old man was so sensible!
"Oh, it's alright! It's alright!"
The village chief waved his hand and said it was nothing, then walked to his previous seat and sat down. After sitting down, he secretly observed Liang Xunling and Zhong Jingyi's expressions out of the corner of his eye.
Where were we?
After the village chief spoke, he immediately put his hand to his forehead, looking as if he had fainted from anger, and continued speaking without waiting for anyone else to speak.
"I'm so angry! You were just asking me how many people are left in the village, right? If we exclude Uncle Baotian who just left the day before yesterday, there are exactly 90 people left in our village!"
Upon hearing this number, Xiao Yanbao suddenly looked at the village head, and then turned his gaze to Grandpa Jiu. When Grandpa Jiu saw Xiao Yanbao looking at him, he reached out and wiped away the cloudy tears from the corners of his eyes, and nodded weakly.
Before Xiao Yanbao left the village, there were more than 160 people in the village. After the flash flood, and because people were dying every month, the number of people in the village had decreased by nearly half.
Seeing Grandpa Jiu nod, Xiao Yanbao's face darkened slightly. Although the villagers treated her very badly, and some even regarded her as a jinx, Xiao Yanbao never thought of letting them die.
"Is that all the people left? Then..."
Just as Liang Xunling opened her mouth, a piercing sound came from outside the courtyard.
"My little Xinyan is back? Why doesn't he come home to stay?"
Upon hearing the woman's voice, Xiao Yanbao's expression changed drastically, while Zhong Jingyi's brows furrowed slightly, and the village chief's expression also shifted repeatedly...
End of this chapter
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