Rebirth of the little peasant girl

Chapter 150

"Brother, come talk with me, are you still blaming me?" Han Die'er sat on the bed, holding her plush toy in one hand, and grabbing Master Han Yong's arm with the other, asking coquettishly.

Han Yong was leaning on the bed with a book in his hand, hearing what his sister Han Dieer said, he felt very helpless.

"Die'er, you think too much, mainly because of the fight last time, grandpa still doesn't look good when he looks at me, I..."

Han Yong withdrew his gaze from the book, and threw the book on the bed in annoyance, and violently ravaged his hair a few times.

"Grandpa knew that I didn't like studying, but he ordered me to recite ancient poems every week, and didn't let me stay in school on Sundays. He insisted on letting me go home and check my homework. Alas... ..."

He felt so aggrieved, the last time, his grandfather knew that the trouble was caused by Die Er, but now Die Er is fine, but he is suffering, and he has not gone out to be with his friends for a long time After playing, I review my homework whenever I have time, which is so annoying.

"Brother, it's all my fault, and I've hurt you." Han Die'er said with some guilt, holding Han Yong's hand tightly with her small hands, "It's all my fault, if I hadn't told you about Han Yan's cheating, you You won't offend Han Wu and the others just to stand out for me, and grandpa won't punish you, it's all my fault, woo woo..."

Han Die'er was full of grievances, with tears in her eyes.

"Okay, Die'er, don't cry, I don't blame you, don't cry."

Seeing that his younger sister Han Die'er was sad and wronged, Han Yong hurriedly comforted her, and gently hugged her into his arms.
If grandpa sees him making Die'er cry, I'm afraid he will be punished again.

"Uuuuuuuu...it's all my fault. I shouldn't have told you. Didn't I just not get No.1? Convinced, but..." Han Die'er buried her head in Han Yong's arms, choked with sobs and said, "I feel really uncomfortable, why, my brother did nothing wrong, why did grandpa punish us."

When Han Yong heard this, the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart were also aroused. His hands were swollen for several days after being pinched by others, and he recovered after a long rest. When he found someone to teach that Only when they saw people did they know they were gone.

Han Yong was also somewhat dissatisfied with Han Die'er in his heart, he was taught by his grandfather to help Die'er get ahead, but now he was pitifully punished, but Die'er had nothing to do.

Buried in Han Yong's arms, Han Die'er felt his movements becoming softer and softer, and the corners of her mouth slightly curved upwards.

……

"Village chief, did Han Yi's family pay for the purchase of Komatsu Mountain?" A middle-aged man in his 40s asked, sitting on a chair not far from Han Fu.

"Yes, I saw the village chief brought it back." Before Han Fu could answer, a man in his 30s said first.

Han Fu glanced at this person, with a little sullenness in his eyes.

The rest of the people in the room had different expressions. After whispering a few words, they all turned their eyes to Han Fu who was sitting in the middle.

This was the temporary cadre meeting of Xiaohan Village. Except for Han Fu who was sitting in the middle, several other cadres in the village, including the old patriarch and other people with high prestige in the village, also participated.

The old patriarch sat quietly beside Han Fu, put one hand on the table, and tapped the table lightly, while holding the water glass on the table with the other hand, slowly rubbing it. wooden crutches.
Compared with the complex emotions of curiosity, excitement, doubt, and puzzlement of other people in the room, the old patriarch showed a little leisure.

While everyone was waiting quietly, Han Fu's voice was old and deep, "He gave all the money, and I have already got it back."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, the room suddenly became lively.

"I can't tell, Han Yi's family is usually poor, but when it's critical, they move pretty fast."

The person who said this was a man who was nearly fifty years old, the hair on his head was already gray, and there were many wrinkles on his old face.

"Yeah, so much money, let alone earned it in my life, I have never even seen it."

A young man in his early twenties said, his tone full of envy.

"It seems that he has the ability. He is different from us and has become a rich man."

The words were a little sour, and the expression on this person's face was also a little complicated.

Hearing this, Han Ren who was sitting in the corner of the room had an ugly expression and felt very uncomfortable.

Han Yi is his second younger brother, and he is one of the people closest to him in this world, but the purchase of Xiaosongshan is such a big matter, he didn't tell himself in advance, and he made a decision without discussing it with them.

Seeing the people in the room lively discussing how to distribute the money and how the second brother's family is so rich, Han Ren sat in the room, feeling a little embarrassed when everyone occasionally looked over at him.

"Village chief, since we already have the money, how do we divide it?"

After discussing for a while, someone suddenly spoke up.

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room fell silent immediately, and everyone turned their questioning eyes to the few people who could make the decision.

The Xiaosong Mountain in the village is regarded as the common property of the villagers. During the land planning, there was a special person to make statistics. As for how to distribute the money, Han Fu had already made up his mind.

In the room, Han Fu's old voice resounded faintly: "Old patriarch, what's your opinion on this matter?"

After saying this, Han Fu looked at the old patriarch who was sitting there firmly.

The old patriarch is the elder with the highest seniority in the village. Although he is not a cadre in the village, every time something happens, Han Fu will still listen to his opinion so as not to be negligent in his decision.

As soon as Han Fu said this, the other people in the room were stunned, and turned to look at each other and nodded. Yes, for such a big matter, the opinion of the old patriarch is very important. After all, when they decided to sell Xiaosongshan, The old patriarch took the lead in agreeing, and he must have opinions.

The old patriarch paused for a moment when he tapped on the table, raised his head to meet everyone's gaze, and slowly glanced over. There was no special expression on his wrinkled face, and he was very calm.

After seeing the expressions of everyone in the room, the patriarch rubbed the water glass, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Since Xiaosong Mountain belongs to the big guy in the village, according to the land certificate, Divide the money."

As soon as the old patriarch said this, Han Fu smiled with satisfaction. He also had the same intention in his heart, and this was the fairest way.

"Okay, just do as you said, we will divide the money according to what is written on the land certificate."

Since the leader of the village and the most prestigious person have the same opinion, the people below have no other ideas.

Among the people in the room, some people were immediately happy, some became annoyed, and everyone had their own little thoughts in their hearts.

……

Hanren sighed and walked into the room, his face was darkened by his gray clothes.

At this time, the sun had already moved to the west, and it was just after three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun still had a warm smell, and it was very comfortable to shine on people.

In some dilapidated yards, there is silence everywhere, only a few old hens in the chicken coop, occasionally making some noise, which is particularly obvious in the quiet yard.

Han Ren stepped into the room under the gaze of Mrs. Zhou, Mr. Han and others. When he entered, Zhao Qing had already arrived early and was sitting on a chair outside the main room.

Han Zhi was sitting beside Mr. Han, holding a just lit cigarette in his hand, and was smoking one mouthful at a time.

The youngest Han Ling, who was not yet at the age of school, was obediently hugged by Ye Xing, and stood at the farthest place from the Li Zhou family. Perhaps infected by the seriousness and silence of the adults, Han Ling pursed his mouth , without saying a word.

As soon as Han Ren entered the room, several people all looked at him.

Han Ren was irritable all morning, he had something on his mind, so he walked to Mr. Han and Mrs. Zhou with a sullen face, and sat down on the kang.

"Father, mother, I asked the village chief."

Zhou straightened up, approached Hanren slightly, and asked, "What did the village chief say?"

Just after Mrs. Zhou finished asking, Han Zhi, who was sitting next to Mr. Han, suddenly interjected, "Can I still get the money back?"

After he finished speaking, his face was full of tension.

The Zhou family, Mr. Han and others also looked at Han Ren nervously, waiting for his answer.

Han Ren shook his head.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou and Mr. Han felt a little disappointed.

Han Zhi stood up abruptly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it vigorously, the action was a little rough.

The timid Han Ling hugged Ye Xing's neck tightly, and buried his face in Ye Xing's arms.

Before Han Zhi could speak, Han Ren turned his head to look at the few people in the room in a depressed mood.

In some dark rooms, Han Ren's back is facing the sun, looking a little dark, the light in his eyes is a bit cold, looking at Han Zhi and the others, he said in a low voice: "No, we won't come back with that money, village chief He and the old patriarch have already decided to divide the money according to the registration on the land certificate."

He spoke very slowly, although his voice was low, Han Zhi and the others could hear him very clearly in the quiet room.This slow tone and words made the faces of the Zhou family members even more ugly.

Ms. Zhou opened her mouth slightly, wanting to tell her eldest son Han Ren to get the money back, but she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, that's a lot of money.

At this moment, Zhao Qing who was beside her said loudly, "We can get the money too."

Her family also owns the land on Xiaosong Mountain.

As soon as Zhao Qing said this, Ye Xing also hugged Han Ling, and turned her head slightly to look here.

Under the watchful eyes of several people, Han Ren nodded, with a smile on his lips, and his eyes were indifferent.

(End of this chapter)