Jiang Wanying lowered her head and looked at the bowl of pork lard residue. Her heart skipped a beat and a blush crept up her cheeks.
Is it because the lard residue is too delicious?
No, the man who picked up food for her was so handsome.
She couldn't wait to pick up the lard residue and put it into her mouth, chewing it in small bites. She had obviously eaten a lot, but this last bite was unusually more delicious.
Xu Hongping, who was standing aside, took it all in with a broad smile on her face. It turned out that she was worried that Yingying would not want to get married again after what happened to Fang Jiaxing.
Now that I think about it, Xiao Lu and her seem to have a chance.
The meal lasted a long time, so long that Xu Hongping had gone out to do something busy, but the father and son were still drinking.
Jiang Dongfang always prided himself on his alcohol tolerance, but now he was almost drunk by Lu Yanchuan.
"Uncle Jiang, I heard that you were the original village chief. How come Xu Dehuai became the new village chief?"
The mention of this incident instantly ignited the anger that had been pent up in Jiang Dongfang's heart for decades. Under the influence of alcohol, he slammed his palm on the table and said, "Over the years, everyone in the village has been telling us how upright and strict Old Xu is. I think he is the most hypocritical and self-serving person!"
"When...when Village Chief Liu passed away, and the official appointment from above hadn't come down yet, most of the villagers accepted his gifts and elected him as village chief."
"The funniest thing is that a person like him ended up becoming known as the good village chief who hates gifts and backdoors, hahahaha!"
Jiang Dongfang smiled, tears streaking across the corners of his eyes. He sniffed, hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears, then raised his glass and clinked it with Lu Yanchuan's. "Come on! Drink!"
Lu Yanchuan could understand his feelings. He had great ambitions but ultimately lost to the secular world.
Back then, Jiang Dongfang was the most promising successor to Village Chief Liu, and he was always involved in everything, except that time when Xu Dehuai came to him the night before and had a big quarrel with him, accusing Village Chief Liu of being unfair and biased towards Jiang Dongfang.
Jiang Dongfang didn't want to argue with him, so he agreed to let him accompany the old village chief to the mountain the next day. Who knew that just like that, the old village chief left them forever.
Countless nights later, Jiang Dongfang blamed himself. If it was him who went up the mountain that day, would he have the opportunity to save the old village chief, or would he never have let the old village chief fall into danger?
Lu Yanchuan forced himself to stay strong. After listening to what Jiang Dongfang said, he became more certain that Xu Dehuai was one of the executioners who caused his nephew's death.
Whether there are other people involved remains to be investigated.
Jiang Wanying knitted a scarf in the house for a while. When she came out, she saw two strong men drunk on the dining table in the main room, and two empty wine bottles on the ground.
She rubbed her forehead helplessly and used all her strength to help Jiang Dongfang up. "Uncle...Uncle, wake up and go back to your room to sleep..."
Jiang Dongfang narrowed his eyes, looked at Jiang Wanying's appearance, and smiled foolishly: "Our...our Yingying is so beautiful...In the future...I don't know whose brat she will marry...hiccup..."
Jiang Wanying didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It took a long time for her husband to help him to the bed.
As soon as I stood up, my uncle grabbed my wrist. I heard him mumbling with a red face: "Ying... Yingying, I'm sorry for you... If I were the village chief... that position would definitely be yours... It's all my fault that I'm fine... It's because of me that you can't go to college..."
Jiang Wanying felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and it made her nose sore.
She sat on the bed, patted Jiang Dongfang's hand, and whispered to comfort him: "Uncle is the best and most powerful person in the world, not what you said!"
"Yingying can rely on her own efforts to get into university. Uncle, don't worry about the quota! I know Uncle loves Yingying the most. You have always protected Yingying before. From now on, you can let Yingying protect you, okay?"
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