At that moment, the car stopped.
A group of villagers warmly surrounded him and greeted him.
Then she saw her mother talking to the group of villagers with great poise.
She understood the gist of it in just a few words.
The reason is that my mom donated a large sum of money to the village a couple of days ago to support the construction of a beautiful countryside.
The villagers all assumed that her family had made a fortune in the big city and were rich.
Only the super-rich can do something like donating money.
Now they are returning home in glory, giving back to their community, and are two highly sought-after individuals who are warmly welcomed and respected.
Yang Xiaoyue watched her elegantly dressed and poised mother chatting warmly with a group of simple villagers.
A feeling of "grass mud horse" galloping through my mind.
I never imagined that my mom's vanity had gotten this outrageous!
The supplies we bought for the villagers in town before were nothing compared to what we received.
They just donated money to save face and pretend to be rich!
If the occasion had allowed, she would have loved to ask, "What's the use of saving face if you can't even afford a meal?"
However, her mother, who was the center of attention, was still smugly showing off her.
“That’s right, she’s my daughter. She’s currently studying at XX Noble Academy. Her great-grandmother appeared to me in a dream a few days ago and told her to take a break from school and come back to the countryside with me for a while.”
A group of villagers sighed with emotion, praising them for being filial and not forgetting their roots...
She then cited some negative examples to highlight the greatness of her mother.
Years ago, many families in the village moved to the city, and no one thought of returning to pay respects to their ancestors. There are countless lonely graves left in the countryside.
Yang Xiaoyue's lips twitched slightly.
These bootlickers.
She suspected that no matter what her mother said, this group of people would always agree and say nice things.
After all, in their eyes, their mother was a rich woman and a tycoon.
Please, who's some rich guy coming in a tricycle? Country folk are so easy to fool.
That being said...
I never thought that her mother would have a moment to brag about her.
The weak and incompetent mother of the past has faded from her memory, while the crazy version of her mother is now deeply ingrained in her mind.
This is the first time I've ever praised her in front of so many people, when I've always been criticizing and disliking her.
Yang Xiaoyue felt a subtle tension in her heart after suppressing her emotions for so long…
People really do like to hear nice things...
Hoping for positive emotional feedback from others...
"Xiaoyue, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and call for help."
Hearing her mother's urging, Yang Xiaoyue perked up and obediently followed the prompts, calling out to a bunch of uncles, aunts, and sisters-in-law...
Mom spent money to experience it.
She felt she was losing out if she didn't finish the charade since she'd already spent the money.
Then let's play the role of a tycoon.
After calling for help, I was immediately urged to help unload the items from the car and deliver them to the recipient.
The villagers were very enthusiastic in helping to carry the things, and they finished the work in no time.
They were so touched by the gift that they became even more hospitable.
I insisted on helping them carry their things on the way.
Yu Shuang had already made the arrangements from a distance of thousands of miles away.
Because Old Zhang's old house was dilapidated and uninhabitable, he specially asked the village chief to help him rent a small courtyard.
They also rented out the surrounding open space so they could grow vegetables and flowers.
The house was very clean inside and out, and all the necessary appliances were there, indicating that someone had cleaned it recently.
Yu Shuang was very satisfied and did not hesitate to praise the village chief for his efficient work.
The old village chief smiled broadly, making some modest and polite remarks, saying it was just basic stuff.
He added that his home was just a short distance away, and that if he encountered any difficulties later, he should go to him for help.
If he's paid to do something, how could he not do it properly?
It's not easy for the village to produce a wealthy person, and he's so generous in giving back to the village, so we should make a good impression on him.
Not long after, a group of villagers left the small courtyard that Yu Shuang had rented, carrying their own gifts and beaming with joy.
One of the old men, a very senior member of the village, asked the old village chief with a puzzled look,
"I thought about this again. Back then, the Yang family only had one son left, Yang Da. Nobody remembers Yang Da's full name… He went to the city and we haven't heard from him for decades. How could this Yang family's wife be so sure our village is her husband's hometown…?"
The old man meant that there might be a mistake...
Worshiping the wrong ancestors is a terrible sin.
The village chief interrupted the old man's train of thought with a determined look.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
He's already taken the money, so the matter is now a done deal.
It's absolutely impossible that you found the wrong one.
He had to keep the man there no matter what.
He gave a long list of reasons with great conviction.
"They were looking for the Yang family in Xiaoxi Village, and they even described the location of their ancestral graves in their dream, describing it as exactly the same as that wasteland behind our village. If their ancestors appeared in a dream asking for money, how could it be fake? Uncle, some things you really shouldn't dismiss..."
When it came to feudal superstition, the old man was quickly convinced and nodded.
For older people like them who are a bit conservative, the idea of their ancestors appearing in dreams is quite convincing.
...
In Yu Shuang's courtyard.
We saw off the last two kind-hearted aunties and older women who had offered their help.
Yang Xiaoyue finally seized the opportunity to question her unreliable mother.
"Mom, I never imagined you were this kind of person! To satisfy your ridiculous vanity, you actually went to such lengths! ...Just how much money did you donate to make them treat you like royalty? Don't forget, you kept saying that my dowry was meant to last until you retire!"
Yu Shuang lay leisurely in a rocking chair, fanning herself with a large palm-leaf fan.
"I'm donating my own money, what's the rush? Who said I was donating your dowry?"
Yang Xiaoyue's eyes widened.
"What? Besides the dowry you saved for me, you have other savings?"
There was no need to suffer those years of emotional pain, right?
This woman could have given her a better life.
But he selfishly hid the money and suffered alongside her.
Part of it was used to save up for her dowry.
Now, selfishly, they've squandered the dowry they'd saved for her.
The more Yang Xiaoyue thought about it, the more upset she became.
Where exactly is the bottom line for this unreliable mother?!
"Smack!"
A blow to the forehead snapped her out of her grief and anger.
Before her mother could even speak, she immediately admitted her mistake, saying she shouldn't have been so rude to her elders.
Yu Shuang rolled her eyes and made up a story on the spot.
“Your dowry has been spent, but your father had some compensation money from years ago, which I recovered.”
Yang Xiaoyue gasped.
"My dad still got compensation?!"
Her father passed away unexpectedly when she was very young.
I haven't heard of any compensation...
Yu Shuang sighed and calmly recounted a convoluted story.
"Yes, when that money first came through, it was swindled away by your dad's friend. His investment failed, and he fled abroad. For some reason, he suddenly contacted me a few days ago and returned the money..."
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