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Yang Zimei stopped the car, pushed the door open and walked out.
The village head and Huang Yingqi came to meet her. Other children also came around with flowers. The elder sister and the younger sister called her with enthusiasm and expectation.
It seems that the village head is very dark and knows how to play children's cards.
As a person with a little conscience, they are not willing to let their children grow up in this kind of environment which is too dry to make people live.
"Niuniu, you're here at last. We're looking forward to your coming
Huang Yingqi comes forward, with slightly cautious tone to Yang Zimei way.
"Yes, Niuniu, it was the people of our village who were wrong last time. We listened to your uncle's nonsense. This time, we won't. We believe you are the great benefactor of our yellow village. It depends on you whether the village survives or dies. This is Huang Xiuli's family. You don't want your mother to have a family. "
The village head is on the side of the road.
Hearing his last words, Yang Zimei frowned slightly.
My mother paid so much attention to this family. However, she only recognized clothes but not people. When they were poor, she drove them as if they were family dogs.
When Huang Yingqi saw her frown, he found that the village head had said something wrong, so he quickly pulled his clothes and winked at him.
The village head also found that his way of speaking was wrong, so he slapped himself in the face and said with a smile to Yang Zimei, "I don't know how to speak with my mouth. Niuniu, don't worry about me. I have no other meaning..."
"It's OK."
Yang Zimei replied faintly, "yes, if this is not my mother's home, I will not come back again, and will not care whether it is drought or waterlogging here. My mother has been thinking about this place and you all the time, and despite all the harsh words you've ever made to her, she keeps pushing me to come here and help you with your problems. "
She sold the favor to her mother.
I hope that when my mother comes back to her mother's home in the future, she can get the treatment she deserves.
As a daughter, she knows how eager her mother is to be accepted and respected by the people in her mother's village.
"Xiuli is the best daughter that we have cultivated in Huangcun. It's a great fortune for us to have her. In a few days, we will rebuild the ancestral temple and write the beautiful name in the merit book, so that the people of Huangcun will remember the kindness of your mother and daughter from generation to generation, and enjoy the worship of our Huangcun village."
The village head was in a hurry.
"Thank you."
Yang Zimei is very satisfied with this method.
This will increase her mother's merits and make her live a better life. Even in the next life, she will be blessed and healthy because of this.
Huo Wenhua got down from the co driver's seat and coughed a few times because of the dryness.
Eight strong bodyguards in black and tight clothes rushed forward to serve him with water.
When the villagers found out that Huo Wenhua was extraordinary, well-dressed and familiar, they doubted whether he was a big man.
"Niuniu, this is..."
The village head is sensitive to Huo Wenhua's difference and inquires carefully.
Yang Zimei did not answer him.
At this time, there is no point in disclosing Mr Howard's identity.
What's more, he, a Hong Kong tycoon, will come here, which will make people wonder what his intention is.
Some things, the simpler the better.
However, things did not develop in the direction Yang Zimei wanted.
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