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Volume 1 Rural Storm 632 Master Wuxiang

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    Wang Baoyu was really confused. He really had too much money and had nowhere to spend it. He "bought" a little daughter-in-law for 1,500 yuan.  But Wei Dongni's question is also very reasonable. She and she are not related, so why would she take the initiative to give money to others?

    Wang Baoyu sighed and said: "Dong Ni, you will know when you grow up. Big brother gives you money because he hopes that you will not have too much pressure in life and put all your thoughts into study. If you become one of the pillars in the future,  Yes, big brother feels happy, no matter how much money you spend, it¡¯s worth it, don¡¯t you think?¡±

    Wei Dongni nodded as if she understood, and said: "Brother, I don't know why when I think of you, Dongni feels not alone, but feels safe in this world. If I don't marry you in the future, I will be very disappointed."  of."

    "Dong Ni, you will always be big brother's good sister. Forget it, don't think about this in the future, just study hard!" Wang Baoyu could only console her like this. After all, she was still a child, so she couldn't be scolded. Still the same sentence  I believe that time can change everything.

    As soon as Wang Baoyu's car drove into Dongfeng Village, it immediately caused a sensation. People came out to watch. They had never seen such a good car coming to a remote place like Dongfeng Village. Even if the road is now open, all the people coming are tractors.  , small bread, passenger and cargo and other ordinary vehicles.

    Finally, everyone saw Wang Baoyu clearly driving the car, and smiled and greeted each other. Naturally, there was another discussion behind them, saying that Jia Zhengdao, his godson, was really rich and prosperous.

    But no matter what, the villagers in Dongfeng Village still appreciate and respect Wang Baoyu from the bottom of their hearts. After all, Wang Baoyu has made their quality of life much better, and he has also built roads to enter and exit Dongfeng Village. They don¡¯t have to drive livestock carts to poop everywhere.  Get on a bike that¡¯s light and fast.

    Wei Dongni sat next to Wang Baoyu with a smile on her face, her little face raised high, and she looked very proud. She greeted people when she saw her, as if she was afraid that others wouldn't see her.

    Wang Baoyu drove the car to the door of Wei Dongni's house. The little girl was sitting in the car. Before she got out of the car, her parents and sister shouted away. The purpose was simply to let her family notice that she came back in a high-end car.

    Wei Youcai heard his daughter's cry and ran out quickly. Wei Dongni's two younger sisters also ran out, followed by a little girl of several years old. Wei Dongni held her head high, got out of the car, turned around and waved goodbye to Wang Baoyu.

    "Deputy Mayor Wang, come down and sit down?" Wei Youcai rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, although life has improved now and he can afford food and drink, but compared with Wang Baoyu, it is still very shabby.

    "No, I haven't gone home yet!" Wang Baoyu said, without stopping, he stepped on the accelerator, turned a corner, and went home directly.  From behind came Wei Chunni's cries about riding in the car, and Wei Dongni's coaxing voices.

    The home is still the same, except that the grass on the thatched house has been replaced by an iron cover. Even though it is so simple, Wang Baoyu is still very happy. At this moment, he feels as if he has been far away from the disturbing right and wrong and has returned to the pure land.

    Wang Baoyu parked his car in front of his house and honked the car horn excitedly. Soon, a woman ran out with her child, messy hair and a cotton mop. She muttered dissatisfied: "Why are you honking the horn! It stinks like hell."  , woke up all the children."

    Wang Baoyu got out of the car with a smile and said, "Sister Meifeng, who are you scolding? I'm back."

    Qian Meifeng held the child in her arms and saw clearly that this guy with a playful smile who was disturbing his dreams was Wang Baoyu. He quickly gathered his hair in a panic and said angrily: "Baoyu, you still know how to come back?"

    "Of course I know, this is my home!" Wang Baoyu chuckled and leaned over to see Duoduo. Now that Qian Duoduo has reached the time to learn the language, when he saw Wang Baoyu, he actually smiled slightly and stretched out his little hand to let Wang Baoyu  hug.

    "This kid, Duoduo, recognizes his birth. I didn't expect that he would be very close to you when he saw you." Meifeng rolled her eyes at Wang Baoyu and handed over the money to Duoduo.

    Wang Baoyu hugged Duoduo, stretched out his mouth and kissed Duoduo's pink face, and said: "Duoduo, call me uncle."

    "Doudou!" Qian Duoduo said vaguely, pressing his head against Wang Baoyu's neck intimately.

    Qian Meifeng showed a satisfied smile. Wang Baoyu hugged Duoduo and opened the trunk. It was full of things, including several pieces of Duoduo's small clothes.

    "Why are you buying so many things? Just take the money back." Meifeng laughed.

    "Money is money, things are things, and people are people. They cannot be treated as equals." Wang Baoyu shook his arms and said while teasing Duoduo.

    "You go into the house first! I'll move into the house slowly." Qian Meifeng said and started to move things from the trunk.

    After Wang Baoyu entered the house, he found that there was an extra color TV in the house, and asked with a smile: "When did our parents follow the fashion?"

      Meifeng put down a pile of gifts, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "Is this called fashionable? Look at the rich and poor people in the village who don't have TVs? It's just our parents who listen to the radio all day long. This  Those who know say that our family is low-key and frugal, but those who don¡¯t know have to scold you, an unfilial son with no conscience! My brother really can¡¯t stand it anymore, so he brought the biggest color TV set from the city in the beginning of the spring. I hope you don¡¯t have it.  It's time."

    Qian Meifeng chattered, and Wang Baoyu smiled sheepishly, feeling very grateful to Gang Dan. Although this man was a bit thicker, his mind was indeed very delicate, and he was much better than himself.  Only then did Wang Baoyu realize that his godfather and godmother were not at home, so he asked, "Sister Meifeng, where are your parents?"

    "They went to attend an event and should be back soon." Qian Meifeng said.

    "Hey! What activities will they participate in?" Wang Baoyu asked in surprise.

    Qian Meifeng moved the last two boxes of things out of the car and said, "You take a break, I'll drink some water first."

    Wang Baoyu hugged Duoduo and just sat down in the east room. A large photo hanging on the wall immediately caught his attention.

    This is a middle-aged man dressed as a monk, wearing yellow clothes. He doesn¡¯t know how to create a large aperture in the back of his head. He looks like a ghost or a demon, which is very weird.

    "Who is this bald man?" Wang Baoyu asked with a frown. There was a huge photo of a strange man in his house for nothing, which made people feel very disgusted.

    "Master Wuxiang." Qian Meifeng arranged her clothes and came out. It turned out that Qian Meifeng's drinking of water just now was a lie, and dressing up was the real thing.  Although we are a family, we can't be too sloppy just because we have children, especially with Wang Baoyu at home.

    "What master? Which Wuxiang?" Wang Baoyu didn't understand and asked with a frown, not noticing that Qian Meifeng had regained her figure and was still as fresh as ever.
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