"When have I ever been greedy? I was just thinking about the future generations of our village—"
"Enough already, you only think about your own future generations. Other people’s children aren’t children?" Grandma Zhou fired each word at him like a bullet, and then with a bang, she fired the final shot, "You’re finished."
"What?" Zhou Xiaoyun stared at her with wide eyes, looking as if he wanted to lunge forward and strangle her, "What have you done with that thing?"
"I have no obligation to tell you anything." Having said that, Grandma Zhou walked towards her own house.
Zhou Xiaoyun looked at her, then turned his head to look at the window he had been about to break into.
It wasn’t long before Grandma Zhou heard the sound of a window being opened behind her. Without turning her head, she entered her own house. One could only say that when a person’s greed reached such a level, nothing could stop them.
If there’s anyone to blame, it’s herself for misjudging people and causing the death of her own children.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Unlike usual, the village chief’s family didn’t sleep in. Bright and early, those who had attended the last meeting were summoned to the village chief’s house. Thus, all of them arrived rubbing their sleepy eyes, grumbling, unsure what had gotten into the village chief.
Not until they saw the Rolls-Royce limousine parked at the door of the village chief’s house did they wake up as if from a dream.
"The young miss came so early?"
Everyone followed the village chief’s lead and called Yang Zhilin the young miss.
Yang Zhilin sat in the living room of the village chief’s house.
The village chief’s wife offered her a bowl of millet porridge.
Yang Zhilin, who lived abroad most of the year, was used to only having fresh milk and toast for breakfast. She didn’t eat this and shook her head. Updates are released by 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
The village chief was anxious; his house did not have the fresh milk and bread the young miss wanted.
Yang Zhilin wasn’t hungry, only aware that she had been fed up by someone all of the previous day. Therefore, she decided she had to make things difficult for those two, the simplest way being to make Xiao Yebai feel helpless. As long as she decided to sell the land and let out the news, Xiao Yebai would surely be anxious.
She refused to believe that there was no one in the world who didn’t love money, especially someone like Xiao Yebai, who had been pampered since childhood. How could he live without money? He probably couldn’t survive a minute without it.
In reality, the big white dog was now living without a penny...
"Didn’t the young miss say last time? If it weren’t for this person wanting to buy the land, nobody would—" The village chief didn’t really understand why Yang Zhilin had suddenly arrived at his place so early.
This young miss seemed to be capricious.
Yang Zhilin only asked, "Is everyone here? If so, let’s vote quickly and sell the land."
The village chief didn’t dare go against her wish, nodded, and facing the people who had arrived, asked, "Is anyone not here yet?"
"Old Zhou, Elder Zhou—"
The village chief started to get impatient, "He’s not coming today, is he? If he doesn’t, it amounts to forfeiture of his right to vote, and the minority must follow the majority."
Just as these words hit the ground, a voice came from the door, "When did I say I wasn’t coming?"
Zhou Xiaoyun stepped over the threshold.
The group looked at him as if he had just come out of a trash heap, covered in dust and emitting a stench, and they couldn’t help covering their noses.
Yang Zhilin was on the verge of getting up and retreating to the village chief’s wife’s room.
Zhou Xiaoyun saw everyone’s faces and seemed to remember something. He had spent the whole night rummaging through Grandma Zhou’s warehouse, and upon receiving the village chief’s notice in the morning, hadn’t even had time to bathe and change clothes before rushing here.
Pinching his nose, the village chief asked him, "What happened to you?"