Feng'er found someone to bring a letter, saying that she was at home, and asked Muqin to come to her house anyway, and there was something important to discuss with her. Xylophone was puzzled. If there is something important that can't come to the construction site, I have to go to her house. Considering that Feng'er is not a reckless person, there must be a reason why she can't come to report in person.

Xylophone left everyone with the mess on the construction site and hurried back to the village.

When I came to Feng'er's house, the door was closed, knowing that she was not at home. The xylophone was confused, and the sour apricot limped out of the east courtyard. He beckoned to Muqin and said, you can come here and see what can be done about this. After that, he introduced the xylophone into his courtyard.

Xylophone asked anxiously, what's wrong, what's wrong? Feng'er asked someone to carry a letter and call me, where did she run away by herself.

Sour Xing sighed and said, It's here. This morning, Mao Lin and Xue'e came to say goodbye. He wants to take his family to Kanto. Ming'er is ready to go.

Xylophone was surprised, why haven't you heard of it. Life in the village is getting better and better, and it's not like in the early years, when you can't eat or drink, why do you have to leave your family and business to go outside.

The sour apricot sucked the dry tobacco pouch and exhaled a thick, choking smoke from his mouth. He replied, I can see that Mao Lin may think that he died blindly last year and offended his subordinates, and he is afraid that others will give him small shoes to wear and rectify him. Besides, he himself has no face to go back in the village. Maybe he couldn't stand on his heels anymore, so he thought about leaving.

Xylophone said resolutely, he can't be told to go. In our village, there has never been a thing that pushes the old and young masters to a dead end and forces people to run away. was forced away, how did the villagers look at us, how did outsiders look at us, and how did future generations comment on us. We're going to be infamous.

What Sour Apricot wants is the phrase xylophone. Although he could have guessed a long time ago, the xylophone would not easily make the villagers leave their homes. He breathed a long sigh of relief and said that after Feng'er found out, it was useless to persuade him for a long time, and he went to his house to persuade him. It seems that you have to come forward in person to persuade you to turn around.

Xylophone replied, I'll go and see if he can give me this face. Even if he doesn't give it, I won't let him go. In the future, there are still many things that require him to sweat. How can it be done to leave so easily. With that, the xylophone got up and left.

Sour Xing also came out with him and said, I'll go and have a look too. If I hadn't waited for you, I would have gone long ago.

The courtyard of Maolin's house was full of wreckage, and tattered things were scattered everywhere. Waste paper, old cloth heads, broken pots, straw mats, rotten soles, etc., as if they had been robbed by bandits. In the courtyard of his house, a group of villagers, mostly women and daughters-in-law, came to visit and comfort them. There are also a few who put on a full posture to pick up bargains. A few of them had already drawn a few piles, and they were still looking around with their heads probed.

Xue'e hugged the grass and sat in the pot house sobbing softly, leading to the cry of "huh" from the grass. Thinking that Cao'er was unwilling to move, she kept torn in Xue'e's arms. She muttered vigorously, mother, mother, let's not go, let's go, let's go, no. On the contrary, the baby is elated, and is very active in picking up what should be taken away. He also thought that everything that was useful and could make the family should be brought with him, so he searched everywhere for the bundle. Looking at the things he packed, even a big truck can't pull them all. [End of Chapter]