Yang Xiaoyue gave a melancholy, bitter smile and nodded.
A large space around them was filled with supplies.
My mom bought these for the villagers in town, trying to save face. The seller delivered them to their door and gave the two of them a ride.
Vanity is a terrible thing!
She reflected deeply on her past.
Some money was simply unnecessary to spend, some anger could have been avoided, and some grievances didn't actually exist; it was all just her vanity at play...
It's like this thing can transfer; she felt she had let go of it, but it transferred to her own mother.
When she has an attack, it's even more outrageous than hers.
"Mom, how much of my dowry is left?"
She was quite concerned about this issue, as it concerned when her mother's autocratic state would end.
Without money, you have to face reality. You have to go back to work; where will you find the time to care for her?
However, whenever she asked about the money, her mother would treat her like a thief, refusing to discuss the matter.
Just as Yang Xiaoyue was feeling disappointed, she suddenly saw a large crowd in the distance, with a banner hanging up, as if they were welcoming some important figure.
Her first thought was that some leader was going to inspect the countryside.
But as the tricycle approached and she saw the words on it, she immediately lost her composure.
The banner read:
[A warm welcome to the children of the Yang family to return to the village to pay respects to their ancestors!]
ah!
"Mom, are Old Yang's children talking about us?"
Yu Shuang smiled with relief:
"I didn't expect the villagers to be so welcoming to us."
Yang Xiaoyue didn't believe it at all.
"Mom, don't get too excited. Who do we think we are? Do we deserve such high-level treatment?"
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