Chapter 7: The Mighty Mountain Breeze (7) (4)

The xylophone was suddenly confused for a while, and suddenly it was unusually awake. I spent the night thinking about it like this, and it was easy to look forward to the dawn. During this time, Mao Sheng got up and gave her warm medicine. When she was serving her to drink bitter herbal water, she wanted to tell him what she had thought about, but she was afraid of delaying his sleep, so she held back for the time being.

Mao Sheng had already gotten up to make breakfast. Xylophone waited for the family to have breakfast and then mentioned it, and set a date to return to the city as soon as possible. She continued to refine her thoughts, but hesitated as she waited for her to eat. She couldn't figure out when she had become so indecisive. Even she couldn't figure out what there was to be nostalgic for such a broken village as Xinghua Village. So, once again, she continued to torture herself.

At this time, the old couple supported each other into the yard.

The sour apricot woman said, last night, I heard that I came back. I want to come and see it at night, but I am afraid that it will not be good to see the patient at night. I just arrived this morning.

Mao Sheng also smiled and said, it's nothing, it's Dr. Yao who personally treated the disease and prescribed the medicine. It's already much better. In a few days, you will be able to get out of bed and move.

Sour apricot never spoke. When he entered the room, he just looked at the xylophone with his eyes, secretly guessing the xylophone's reaction and plan after hearing about the petitioning incident. Xylophone wanted to hear his opinion, and was not in a hurry to pull this matter.

In the end, the sour apricot couldn't hold it back, so let's talk about it first. He said, I think you know it. Behind this, I'm afraid it's not so simple. Someone took the opportunity to rise up and seize power. You have to be mentally prepared.

Xylophone smiled indifferently and replied, let him take it away. I'm tired, too, and I've done enough. Whoever wants to pick up this burden and suffer this sin should pick it up and take it. I let it.

As soon as these words came out, it was greatly unexpected by Sour Apricot. He exclaimed, what's the matter, it's too easy to trip you over such a little ditch, isn't it? Our village has just had a good start, the road has been repaired, the apricot fruit has also been played, and the good days are just around the corner. If you say lie down, you will lie down. You're telling me a joke.

Xylophone does not speak. Sour apricot's words stabbed heavily at her heart.

Sour Xing hated herself, I am afraid that Maolin will make this dog thing arrogant, and we are not afraid of shadows. How much of a wave can he make with his little bit of gnawing. I'll go to him and settle accounts with him. Over the years, you have worked hard to sweat for the villagers, and I feel distressed when I look at it. Is he blind in the woods, and he can't see that the village is changing every year? The village values him, and you also reuse him, which is a bad treatment for him. He also wants to bite people back. If he doesn't listen to persuasion, I will put my life on the line and fight him to the end. You still have to lead the villagers down. At this hour, if you stop doing it, there will be no hope for this village. In the future, thousands of people, young and old, can do anything. After that, a few old tears rolled out of the eye sockets.

Xylophone was stunned. Looking at the sour apricot who was crying in front of her, her heart first soured, softened, and melted. She said, uncle, don't do this. As long as the villagers believe in me, I won't let it go. This time, everything has rushed together, and I haven't had time to discuss with you the matter of joining forces with Nanjing to set up a factory. Wait a few days to get off the ground, and I'll pull you carefully.

The sour apricot burst into tears and laughed like a child. He even said, this is good, this is good, I am relieved. With that, he sat idle for a while, and then got up to take his leave.

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