"Mother!"
Xiao Yanbao called out as soon as he saw Zhong Jingyi. Just then, the village chief's wife came in with two unfamiliar women carrying several bowls of porridge and side dishes.
"Oh dear, it's so kind of you to make breakfast and bring it over. I really don't know how to thank you enough. You can split these few hundred yuan!"
When Zhong Jingyi saw that the other party had brought breakfast to Xiao Yanbao's bedroom, she immediately took out five or six hundred-yuan bills from the diaper bag by the bed and handed them to the village chief's wife. The two unfamiliar women stared wide-eyed at the money.
They never expected the other party to be so generous; they had only brought breakfast, and the other party had given them five or six hundred yuan as a token of their gratitude.
The village chief's wife reached out and took the money, while simultaneously making excuses.
"Oh dear, this is far too much money for you. You're too kind. We can't accept this money!"
As the village chief's wife spoke, she stuffed the money into her pocket, which made the two people behind her a little dissatisfied. However, they couldn't say anything in front of Zhong Jingyi and the others, so they could only leave the room with the village chief's wife.
After leaving the room, the two women stared longingly at the village chief's wife. Seeing that she didn't seem inclined to take the money out of her pocket to share, one of the women couldn't help but speak up:
"Sister-in-law, is that the money?"
However, the village chief's wife pretended not to hear, picked up the leftover rice bowl from the main room and went out. The two women followed her into the yard, unwilling to give up.
Another woman gritted her teeth and stepped forward to grab the village chief's wife's arm, which almost caused the village chief's wife to drop the porcelain bowl in her hand.
"Hey, what are you doing? What are we going to do if this bowl breaks?"
The woman who had grabbed the village chief's wife spoke without hesitation:
"They said that the five or six hundred yuan would be split among the three of us, so you can't keep it all to yourself!"
"Don't talk here, let's go inside!"
The village chief's wife, her face grim, led the two men back to the kitchen. Once inside, she slammed the kitchen door shut and angrily said:
"You're just bringing me food. I made this breakfast all by myself using my own ingredients. What? You're going to pay for it?"
The two women were a little scared to be alone with the village chief's wife. After all, the amount of supplies their families received was determined by the village chief, and if they offended his wife like this, their families would be in trouble.
Thinking of this, one of the women began to back down, took a step back, turned around, picked up the unwashed porcelain bowl, and began to wash it.
Seeing her companion's fear, the other woman cursed her inwardly for being spineless. She was one of Ninth Master's own people; she wasn't afraid of the village chief making things difficult for her family.
"We still need to split it. You get the lion's share, but we both have to get at least a hundred each!"
At this point, the woman reached out and tried to snatch something from the village chief's wife's pocket. Upon seeing this, the village chief's wife quickly grabbed the woman's hair and tried to pull her away.
The woman felt a pain in her head and stepped on the village chief's wife's foot. On summer mornings, the village chief's wife usually wore slippers that exposed her toes.
At that moment, his thumb was stepped on, and a piercing pain shot through his foot. In his moment of relaxation, the other person snatched the six hundred yuan from his pocket.
Just as the village chief's wife was about to retaliate, she heard Zhong Jingyi and the others coming out of the main room, and immediately gave them a wink.
However, the woman who took the money ignored the village chief's wife's reaction. She took out two hundred-yuan bills from the money, gave one to another person, and then handed the remaining four hundred yuan back to the village chief's wife.
Left with no other option, the village chief's wife gave him a threatening look before turning around and opening the kitchen door.
"Oh my, you've finished eating so quickly? Was it not to your liking? Shall I make you some more?"
At this moment, the village chief's wife showed no signs of having just argued; in fact, her face was full of ingratiating smiles.
Liang Xunling glanced at the three people in the kitchen and immediately understood that the argument must have stemmed from a dispute over the unequal distribution of money. She gave the village chief's wife a cold look and said calmly:
"No need, we'll go check out the cemetery, you guys go ahead with your work!"
Upon hearing that they were going to the cemetery, the village chief's wife glanced at Xiao Yanbao, her eyes filled with envy.
"Then you'd better take it easy, the mountain roads are not easy to travel!"
Liang Xunling and Zhong Jingyi nodded and, led by six security personnel, headed towards the path leading up the mountain at the village entrance.
Xiao Yanbao is very familiar with this road. After all, when his mother was busy, if he was bullied, he would always like to come to his father's grave to talk to him. He also took many afternoon naps in front of his father's grave.
"Yanbao, this road is so beautiful!"
Li Muhan looked at the wisteria blossoms covering the road above her with amazement in her eyes, and the other brothers also looked at the small mountain path surrounded by wisteria with admiration.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yanbao spoke with a face full of pride:
"Of course, these were planted by my mother. Last year, when she saw that these wisteria vines had grown up, she had me wrap them around the branches a few times."
"We were busy for almost a month back then!"
After Xiao Yanbao finished speaking, her eyes darkened again. She remembered many things that had happened on this mountain path.
Zhong Jingyi keenly noticed that Xiao Yanbao's emotions were not right, and immediately handed Xiao Mulang in her arms to Liang Xunling beside her.
"My sweet baby, how about Mommy holds you?"
Xiao Yanbao looked at Zhong Jingyi and nodded quietly, then buried his head deeply in Zhong Jingyi's neck.
"Mom, you won't be upset that I miss you like this, will you?"
After Xiao Yanbao said those words, Zhong Jingyi's body trembled violently. She hadn't expected Xiao Yanbao to have such concerns.
He immediately hugged Xiao Yanbao even tighter, and while smelling Xiao Yanbao's hair, he slowly spoke:
"My dear Yanbao, you're overthinking it! Mommy also wants to meet your mother. I need to properly thank your sister!"
"I have to thank her for bringing such an adorable baby like Yanbao into my life. You are my angels!"
Upon hearing Zhong Jingyi's words, Xiao Yanbao's tears dripped down, soaking the clothes on Zhong Jingyi's shoulders.
When Li Muxing saw that Xiao Yanbao was crying, she immediately tried to change the subject.
"Little Yanbao, did you walk this road alone? Weren't you scared?"
“I used to walk this mountain path by myself all the time! My father is buried up there.”
After saying that, Xiao Yanbao spoke again in a low voice.
“At first I was very scared. Once my mother told me that these wisteria vines were herself and that she would always accompany me on this path. After that, I was no longer afraid when I went up the mountain by myself.”
End of this chapter
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