Becoming the Richest by Farming

Ying Wan said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, village chief, the construction will only start in the second half of the year. There is no rush now."

Demolition is a good thing, it is a windfall for the villagers of Huayang Village.

The village chief waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I have to inform other people, so you can go about your business."

Ying Wan nodded.

The village chief left happily. When Ying Wan returned to the door of his house, he saw a large bag of potatoes placed at the door.

They are big and grow well, like fresh potatoes dug out of the soil.

She doesn’t know how long it has been there, maybe someone else brought it to her.

She paused, and Xu Han appeared next to her silently: "Aunt Wang from the village sent it here. I left it here to see if you were not at home."

They have a special status and it is difficult for them to come forward to do anything.

Ying Wan paused.

Aunt Wang is also an old man in the village.

She thought for a moment and nodded, then put the potatoes in.

After a while, she walked out of the house and went to Aunt Wang's home.

Aunt Wang's home is near the entrance to the village. She lives alone with her little grandson.

The grandson is only three years old, and the daughter and son-in-law both work outside and rarely come back once a year.

Ying Wan went to the yard of Mrs. Wang's house and saw the little bald man playing glass beads in the yard.

The little bald boy is three years old, fair and fair, but chubby, but he still has a runny nose.

When he saw Ying Wan, he smiled naively: "Sister Wanwan."

Ying Wan smiled at him, took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped his nose, "Where's grandma?"

Little Fatty said vaguely, "Cook rice."

About the time she heard the sound, Aunt Wang, who was over sixty years old, saw Ying Wan coming and said, "Ying Wan is here? Have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat at Auntie's house?"

Ying Wan smiled and said, "Auntie, did you give me that bag of potatoes?"

"ah!"

Aunt Wang: "Yes, I just saw that you and your sister rarely go to the market. I grew those potatoes myself. They are guaranteed to be delicious. You can keep them there for a while."

Ying Wan took out a one-hundred-dollar bill from his bag: "I can't ask for your things in vain. I have to give you the money."

"No no no."

Aunt Wang waved her hands hurriedly and took two steps back, "How can I ask for money for what I gave you? It's not worth a few broken potatoes. Your grandfather helped me a lot in the past. When my grandson was one month old, your grandfather had no legs or feet. You are so neat and you came to cook me a full moon feast for no money. I will give you a few potatoes now. If you charge me, will you be worthy of your grandpa? "

When Aunt Wang said this, she was a little moved when she thought about the past. Her eyes turned red and she hurriedly held back: "There are still a lot of potatoes in the soil. It doesn't cost any money. You can just ask Auntie to get a few after you finish eating." Potatoes are really worthless, and I can’t give you any other good things. If you give me money for a little something, you’re welcome.”

Little Fatty clapped his hands beside him with a naive smile: "Sister Wanwan, take it, take it!"

Ying Wan glanced at Aunt Wang, paused for three seconds, and then said, "Okay."

She will be making pork ribs and roasting potatoes later, so she will bring a bowl to the aunt.

Aunt Wang smiled: "You can eat at my house, I'm making meat buns, and Tie Shuan wants to eat them."

Tie Shuan is her grandson's nickname. The old man is not particular about naming, and rough names make a living.