Loess Village used to be a well-known poor land.

Within a radius of 100 miles, all women with better family conditions are unwilling to marry here.

Even if people take root in Baozhu Town out of true love without hesitation, in the later married life, most people will inevitably fall into trivial quarrels over firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Fortunately, the situation has finally improved dramatically ten years ago.

Loess Village has produced a good man.

His name is Huang Mingshan, since he was a child, his family was poor, his six relatives had no support, and he often ate the last meal without the next meal, if it wasn't for the kind help of the neighbor next door, he would have starved to death countless times.

When he was twelve years old, an outsider came to the village to collect antiques.

He seized what might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and made a request to the outsider to become his apprentice.

Perhaps it was because he was clever, perhaps it was pity for his situation, or perhaps it was simply because he couldn't withstand his hundred desires, but the outsider finally agreed to take him with him and teach him the art of playing with antiques.

He was never heard from again.

By the time the villagers met him again, nearly 20 years had passed since he left Loess Village.

At this time, he had become a wealthy businessman.

Grateful for the kindness of his neighbors' meals, and also grateful for the village elders who took more care of him, he funded the construction of a cement road to the outside world as soon as he returned to the village.

If you want to get rich, build roads first.

This truth is indeed a wise saying.

Loess Village itself also has some special products, and after the traffic is smooth, the villagers have successfully signed contracts with dealers from outside the world under his matchmaking, and have obtained a stable source of income.

Now, ten years later, Loess Village no longer relies on the original specialty sales.

Having opened up access to the outside world, they have more flexible means of earning money, and they have truly gotten rid of the title of poor land.

However, Huang Dashanren, who spared no effort to help them at the beginning, his family situation took a sharp turn for the worse, not only did not stabilize his original wealth, but became more and more depressed.

He started out as an antique, but in the end he almost went bankrupt because of antiques.

Three years ago, the betrayal and deception of his long-time friend and mentor's son and son almost made all the belongings in his hands go down the drain.

If it were just like this, he would not have been so depressed after the age of confusion.

What really made him anxious was the hemophilia he suffered from last year and the old girl who was only in her third year of junior high school.

The former made his already poor situation worse, and the latter made him worry about it.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

At this moment, there was a sudden argument at the door.

"Girl Qixue, you should pay back the money you owe, right?"

"Uncle Liu, for the sake of my father's contribution to the village, can you slow down?"

"I've been delaying it for a year, your father is willing to give convenience to the people in the village, that's his own idea, it's one thing for us to miss him well, but this doesn't mean that we are willing to be sucked by your family for the rest of our lives, and today you have to pay back the money." ”

"When did our family suck blood, your statement is inevitably too bloody. ”

"Hehe, don't you have a little money in your mind about how much money your family has borrowed from the people in the village? From last year to this year, my family alone has lent you 4,000 yuan, and you have not returned it so far! Whose money is blown by the wind, do you want to be ashamed?"

"If you want to be so careful, five years ago, your eldest son had a car accident and had to undergo surgery, and every household in the village raised donations for your family, and my father alone gave 30,000 yuan, how can you say this?"

"Heh, I'm still saying that, it's all your father's willingness, don't think about that matter to press us!"

"I never thought about taking advantage of myself, Uncle Liu, I really can't get the money for the time being, otherwise, the part-time job I am looking for is a weekly salary, and I will pay you a few hundred after I get my salary next week?"

"Can't come up with the money, don't cry poor with me here, everyone knows that your family started as antiques, and you can make a lot of money by selling a random painting, maybe your father will leave a few paintings for you as a dowry." Besides, don't you still have a house here, the three-story small western-style building is worth a lot of money, I think the whole village was a dirt embryo house, so your family started this luxurious big house, hehe, it is very showy. ”

Listening to the conversation outside, a trace of sadness flashed in Huang Mingshan's heart.

The two people who spoke, he was very familiar with,

One is his daughter, and the other is Liu Lao'er at the head of the village.

The more noisy the two outside, the more intense it became.

Gradually, not only the voices of the two of them came to their ears, but more people joined the argument.

The topic of the debate is not whether he is willing to borrow money, but whether Huang Mingshan is self-respecting, whether he still has antiques, whether he is willing to sell the small western-style house where he lives now, and whether he has hemophilia because he has done too many bad things......

Huang Mingshan was afraid that his daughter would suffer, so he hurriedly got out of bed and pushed the door open.

There was a large circle of people standing outside the door, and they were clearly divided into three factions.

Sixty percent are people who don't feel a backache when they stand and like to watch the excitement, three percent are people who help their daughter talk, and one percent are people who help Liu Lao Er and don't want to borrow money anymore.

"Dad, your arm!" Huang Qixue exclaimed.

Huang Mingshan glanced at it and found that there were obvious bruises on his arms—probably caused by accidentally bumping into someone in a hurry to come out just now.

He didn't care: "I was resting inside, and I heard the big guys arguing outside, which was quite lively." ”

Liu Laoer's lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he died down.

A village elder next to him hurriedly came out to play a round.

According to the previous situation, Huang Mingshan, who was unwilling to argue, might just smile and pass like this, but looking at his daughter's slightly reddened eyes, a rare anger rose in his heart.

He glanced around: "Regarding what I have done in the past ten years, whether everyone approves or not, it is always a benefit." ”

"I don't expect people to be grateful to me, but I don't want anyone to use this to make some unwarranted speculation, jumping out of a corner of the pimple every now and then, pointing at my daughter's nose and preaching indiscriminately. ”

"I don't care about anything else, but I'm definitely not going to back down on that. ”

After speaking, Huang Mingshan didn't bother to pay attention to everyone's faces, and took his daughter back to the house.

He sighed and touched his daughter's head.

"Dad, I hate them," Huang Qixue raised her head, her tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "Good intentions may not necessarily be rewarded, people who are good are bullied, this is too unfair." ”

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