Han Mingwei held Wang Peng's hand the whole way to the village committee compound, next to the Audi car.
A large crowd of onlookers stood around the car, all watching the Audi with its eight rings.
You should know that motorcycles are a rare commodity these days.
Li Mingzhu held Han Ling'er's hand, both of them with red, swollen eyes from crying.
"Brother, what's your name? Tell me your name, okay?" Han Mingwei asked again.
“Jianguo knows my name, you can have him tell you,” Wang Peng said with a smile.
Upon seeing this, village secretary Han Wu asked anxiously, "Mingwei, what happened?"
Han Mingwei said, "This younger brother is the owner of Brothers Tobacco and Liquor in the provincial capital. My wife wanted to work for him to earn tuition fees for our daughter, but who would have thought..."
"Who would have thought that before my wife even returned, my younger brother and his wife would send the child 1,500 yuan."
Before he could finish speaking, tears streamed down his face again, and a murmur of sympathy immediately rose from the surrounding crowd.
Party Secretary Hanwu pulled out a pack of Black Pagoda Mountain cigarettes. "Brother, I don't want your cigarettes. I'll watch your car for you for free."
This pack of cigarettes retails for twelve yuan, making it the most expensive cigarette in the country. It was Wang Peng's payment for his hard work watching the car.
Wang Peng waved his hand, "Secretary Han, let's keep things separate."
"You've come all this way to send me tuition, why would I take your cigarettes?" Hanwu shoved the cigarettes into Wang Peng's hand. "Take them back and sell them for money, I don't want your cigarettes."
Helpless, Wang Peng took out an open pack of cigarettes and offered them to everyone present.
"No, I should offer you a cigarette." Hanok took out his own cigarette.
“I don’t want it either, I have cigarettes,” another villager said.
For a moment, they all refused Wang Peng's cigarettes and instead offered him their own.
"Don't be so polite, brother," Hanwu said. "I'm going to the provincial capital in a couple of days to send my students back to school. I'll buy some wine from your shop then."
"Hey, Party Secretary, can you bring me two bottles of Jin Sanhua? We have to support your business."
"Bring me a couple of bottles too. Buying wine from anyone else costs money anyway, so why not spend it on our brother?"
The onlookers expressed their opinions, leaving Wang Peng both amused and exasperated.
However, this feeling is pure.
After chatting for a few more minutes, Wang Peng started his car and left Hancun as they waved goodbye.
The roads in the village are in such bad condition that cars can't drive fast.
They followed the car until it reached the highway outside the village.
The two waved goodbye again, and Wang Peng stepped on the gas and sped away.
Although I don't want to consider the gains or losses of the donation, it has indeed improved my brother's reputation.
"Honey, stop the car quickly, I need to paint," Li Mingzhu said urgently.
Wang Peng pulled over, opened the trunk, took out a tripod, and then took out his wife's drawing board and folding stool.
The road is more than six meters wide, with a protective moat on both sides. The banks are covered with green grass, and several dragonflies are catching flying insects on the water.
Li Mingzhu sits by the roadside creating art, with only a drawing board, a few paintbrushes, and an eraser.
Soft lines leap off the paper.
The sun was quite strong, so Wang Peng went to the trunk to get an umbrella, using it to shade his wife while watching her create.
After a long while, the image appeared on the paper.
Han Mingwei faced the audience, Wang Peng had his back to the audience, and Han Ling'er faced the audience sideways.
Wang Peng handed a wad of cash to Han Mingwei, whose face showed a variety of emotions, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The background is the main room of the Han family, with various old and worn-out furniture, earthen walls covered with certificates of merit, and clear soup noodles on the dining table.
Li Mingzhu perfectly recreated the scene from that time.
Wang Peng doesn't understand art, but he thinks Lao's paintings are very good.
Li Mingzhu was completely absorbed in her drawing; when a flying insect landed on her face, Wang Peng quickly shooed it away.
Just then, a three-wheeled motorcycle sped past, carrying Han Jianguo and Zhao Xueqin.
The car was moving very fast. Wang Peng was holding up a parasol, and Han Jianguo could only see the Audi.
"Stop the car, driver..." he hurriedly patted the carport.
The driver didn't hear him and didn't slow down, causing the distance between the two vehicles to increase.
"Jianguo, why are you parking?" Zhao Xueqin asked.
"That Audi just now belonged to Brother Peng. Why did he come here? Was he bringing money to Ling'er...?"
"Impossible." Zhao Xueqin waved her hand. "He's not related to us at all, how could it be?"
Han Jianguo was taken aback, then said urgently, "Brother Peng is very generous; he's a good person."
Zhao Xueqin shook her head again, "Good people don't give money away for nothing. Forget it, I'll go sell my blood with your father."
These words were like a knife to Han Jianguo's heart.
Impoverished families face countless hardships; his parents had to sell their blood to raise tuition fees, and he had no other options.
"Mother, if only I had half of Wang Peng's skills..." Han Jianguo said dejectedly.
"Child, don't think like that." Zhao Xueqin shook her head and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
The mother and son spent the entire day running around to universities in the provincial capital, but they couldn't get any free scholarships approved.
Fearing that his mother might do something rash, Han Jianguo asked his counselor for leave and personally took his mother home.
The three-wheeled vehicle left the highway and, under Han Jianguo's direction, slowly arrived at Old Han's house.
Han Jianguo said, "Master, wait a few minutes, I need to take your car to the train station."
The driver nodded. "Hurry up, I still have business to do."
"Mom, Big Brother!" Han Ling'er rushed over and grabbed her mother's hand tightly.
She cried and said, "I have tuition money now. Brother Peng came to our house just now and gave me 1,500 yuan."
Zhao Xueqin was completely dumbfounded, staring intently at her daughter's face.
“Xueqin, it’s true.” Han Mingwei took out the money and choked up. “Wang Peng, the owner of the brother store, said he is an alumnus of Jian Guo.”
Upon seeing the hundred-yuan bill, Zhao Xueqin immediately broke down and sat on the ground, bursting into tears.
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