Da Sun was suddenly speechless, her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton.

When Mogen's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had cooked lunch and came to Old Man Sun to invite everyone over, they saw that the small courtyard was completely new.

Not only that, many families in the village came to say hello to Lao Suntou.

Some people even brought their sons and nephews over to kneel down and kowtow to their grandson, calling him grandpa.

Mo Gen could tell at a glance the selfish motives of these villagers. They just disliked the hopeless life in the mountains and wanted to please the old Suntou and find a way to take his son and nephew out of the mountains.

Mo Gen was annoyed.

This is partly due to the loss of people in the village. Young people cannot stay in the village to farm with peace of mind. Each one of them follows the same example. Will there be anyone in this village in the future?

Another layer of irritation is because...

He also wanted to put in a good word with old Sun Touna and see if he could send his son out of the mountains to find a job next spring?

However, his ideas are still somewhat different from those of the villagers.

They wanted to use Lao Suntou to get into the Yang family and the Luo family. It would be best if they could find a decent job that would make a lot of money.

But Mo Gen had a different idea. He just wanted his son to go to the Sun family's pig farm to help raise pigs, and that would be enough.

Mo Gen entered the yard with a sullen face, and found that these villagers were really tricky. None of them came empty-handed. The ground, table, and yard were filled with baskets of all sizes that they had brought with them.

The old grandson was sitting at the table, and there were many villagers around the table. The three floors inside and three floors were shouted by Uncle Bo ah, and they thought they were all the descendants of the old grandson. Actually, in fact,

It's just shit. Even though they live in the same village, they are incompatible with each other.

After grinding the roots, he started to chase people away, "What are these bastards doing? Start driving. My uncle is still hungry before he has eaten. You guys have a sharp eye."

The crowd dispersed somewhat, but there were also people in the crowd laughing and jostling Mo Gen: "We all heard the news and came here to visit uncle. He is your uncle, and he is also our uncle! Uncle, you always say

Isn’t that right?”

Lao Suntou was holding the pipe of dry tobacco in his mouth, smiling and not expressing his position, but his heart was clear.

The group of people in front of him, after all, have no friendship with him at all.

The old men who had friendship with him in this village are basically gone. The remaining ones, even the oldest ones, are still separated from him by generations.

Most of them were at Mogen's age, calling him uncle and watching them grow up, but they didn't have much friendship with each other. After all, it had been more than ten years since he left the village, and things changed and people changed.

So now that Mo Gen came to drive away these villagers, Lao Suntou didn't feel anything at all. On the contrary, he secretly admired Mo Gen's approach.

Those villagers were not happy to be driven away like this by Mo Gen, because they had not yet received a precise word from Lao Suntou. If they left now, wouldn't it be in vain? Wouldn't those mountain products in the basket on the ground be given away in vain?

"Brother Mo Gen, don't drive us away like this just because you are the leader of our village. We finally came over to visit my uncle, just to reminisce about old times!"

"That's right, you are allowed to visit my uncle, but we are not allowed to come over. My uncle is the most blessed old man in our Sunjiagou. Dajie is also the master of Juren who went out in our Sunjiagou. He is the face of our village. We

I came here to pay a visit and you have to rush? How unkind!"

"That's right, it's inhumane, and that's not what Li Zheng should be like!"

Those people's words to each other made Mo Gen blush until his face turned red, but he was still holding back a fire in his chest.

"You witnesses are so shameless. If I call you uncle, can it be the same as calling you uncle?"

"If nothing else, let's just say that there was a strong wind last time and the felt cloth on the roof of my uncle's house was torn over. Who picked up the felt cloth and covered it again?"

"Is it you? It's me!"

"It snowed heavily a few days ago. Who came over to shovel the snow in my uncle's yard? Is it you? No, it's me!"

"My son and I shoveled it. It took two full days to finish it, just so that my uncle and the others could park the mule cart here when they came back in the twelfth lunar month!"

Lao Suntou put the cigarette stick to his mouth, but forgot to put the cigarette stick into his mouth.

The old man looked straight at Mo Gen in front of him and was stunned.

Mo Gen's son also spoke up at this time, "My father said that my father's family will definitely come back to the village to visit the graves soon. We should shovel the snow out first so that they will not have a place to stay when they come back."

"My dad doesn't have a key. If he had a key, he would have come here long ago to open the windows, ventilate the room, and decorate the house."

Someone in the crowd hummed and murmured: "You are doing so much just to please my uncle. We are all the same. Don't laugh at the turtle."

Mo Gen was so angry at the man's words that he almost jumped up. At this time, as the grandson of the old Sun family, Dajie, the first person to be elected from Sunjiagou came out.

"This uncle, uh... let me call you that for now!"

Dajie put his myopic glasses on the bridge of his nose as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle. He had been sitting in the position of county magistrate for a long time, and together with the magistrate of Huguang County, he was in charge of the political and economic lifeblood of the county. Now he is no longer the same person as before.

A short-sighted, obese, shy and introverted young man who studies hard.

Today's Dajie is still fat and chubby, and he also has a "beer belly" on top of the original one.

However, the aura of the powerful person has already emerged.

Although he was polite and courteous when he spoke, the thick lenses could not stop the sharpness in his eyes.

That edge was not as sharp as Xiao An's, nor was it like Da'an's nobility, nor was it like Luo Fengtang's coldness and harshness.

Dajie's eyes are sharp, shrewd and sharp at the same time.

When he smiles, his eyes narrow into slits. He is very sleek and worldly. Even though he looks chubby, he is not dull at all.

So he called the other person uncle as soon as he opened his mouth, which immediately made the villagers nearby exclaim that Dajie was truly worthy of being a civil servant. Such courtesy and virtuous corporal made the villagers involved feel flattered.

"Hey, eldest nephew, you are too polite." The villager tensed up, but his waist was slightly bent.

Dajie still had a friendly smile on his face and continued: "In that case, uncle, please forgive my nephew for speaking out."

"Although you and the folks who came here with you all want to get close to my grandfather and please my grandfather, you are the same as Uncle Mogen, but you are also different."

"Same, then I won't be a burden, everyone understands."

"The difference is because of Uncle Morgan's dedication. As he said, he helped my family shovel the snow, repair the roof, and take care of my grandma and our grandson's ancestral graves."

"In this world, you will be rewarded only if you put in the effort, and there is no such thing as sitting back and enjoying the rewards. So please take back the words you said against Uncle Mogen and apologize to Uncle Mogen."
Chapter completed!