Widow Li is indeed a beauty, but compared to Sun Yaoyao, she is nothing.
With such a beautiful woman, who would care about other won!
"Third Uncle, you’re getting older. I think you should stop working. Our village has plenty of strong laborers.
We don’t lack you; just enjoy your retirent at ho now."
Wang Hao glanced sideways at Chen Feng.
Since Chen Feng didn’t understand, he had to step in himself.
Later, he’d provide so grain for Third Uncle so he could enjoy his retirent!
Chen Feng’s expression changed; he’s a shrewd person and naturally understood the implied aning in Wang Hao’s words.
But Wang Hao was really wronging him.
He could only look helplessly at Third Uncle.
"These old bones of mine are used to moving, I can’t just stop! Village Chief Chen had already told to rest and enjoy my retirent, but it’s who wants to work."
Third Uncle shook his head in refusal.
"Oh?"
Wang Hao furrowed his brow.
Seeing Third Uncle like this, it didn’t seem like he was being forced.
Chen Feng had no reason to do such a thing; what use is this bit of labor anyway?
If there were real difficulties, just speak up.
These rural elders are really like this; back when society was civilized, every household had money.
But so old folks still went out to work, growing so vegetables for themselves, sotis even sending so to sons and grandsons in the city.
They’re just restless people.
It’s precisely because of their labor that they can live so long.
"Alright! Old man, it’s good to keep moving. If you encounter any difficulties, just tell Brother Feng. He’s Yaoyao’s cousin. We’re like family, he’ll surely help you solve any problems."
At this point, Wang Hao paused, then added, "Of course! Limited to solving your personal problems."
"Cousin?"
Third Uncle’s eyes widened. He had heard about Chen Feng’s background from people in the village.
He’s a big figure from the Settlent Camp; he was parachuted in.
Sun Yaoyao is actually related to him, then Sun Yaoyao’s status must be...
He was montarily stunned, not knowing what to say.
"Third Uncle, you carry on, I have things to do. I’ll visit you again later."
With that, Wang Hao left with a few others.
Leaving Third Uncle standing there, quietly dazed.
Has he succeeded?
Has Wang Hao really succeeded?
He said he couldn’t quite believe it!
Back when Wang Hao was among the children in the village, he was decent but not the most outstanding.
Without the help of his parents, it’s said he hadn’t bought a house in the city.
Who could have guessed he’d find himself a rich and beautiful girlfriend and rise like this...
"Good! Good!"
Third Uncle cried tears of joy, simultaneously feeling his spine straighten.
With a strong support like Wang Hao, he could practically walk with pride from now on!
The lives of the old fellows in the village would be much better too.
However, he didn’t notice what Wang Hao had said earlier.
Limited to his personal problems!
Clearly, Wang Hao was giving him a heads-up.
Human nature can be very ugly.
Especially these elderly, when one person prospers, everyone else wants to share in the glory.
When you get compensated with tens of thousands in a demolition, relatives and friends all want to borrow a few thousands.
If you refuse, they’ll morally blackmail you and then turn against you.
So people have a nouveau riche ntality; suddenly coming into money, they’ll flaunt it in every possible way, lending money to others, helping people do things, etc.
To show others how rich they are, how grand their face is, in exchange for that pitiful vanity.
...
On the way, Chen Feng seed sowhat preoccupied.
Clearly, he was also worried about Third Uncle.
As a leader, the most feared thing is having sothing unique within the team.
This not only affects his credibility but also interferes with many of his decisions.
With Third Uncle’s relationship with Wang Hao, handling it could be quite troubleso.
"Brother Feng, Third Uncle is a relatively close relative of mine, but it stops there.
If you can let him enjoy his retirent, that’s enough. Other people’s matters have nothing to do with . You don’t need to worry about my face and trouble yourself."
Wang Hao glanced at him, smilingly said.
"Oh?"
Chen Feng looked at Wang Hao, a slight surprise in his eyes.
He hadn’t expected that Wang Hao would have such a broad perspective.
For soone like him from a rural background, people usually value human connections greatly.
"I’m barely a manager myself, so I naturally understand the difficulties of being one."
Wang Hao shrugged nonchalantly.
"Haha! That’s good then, rest assured, I’ll definitely take good care of the old man for you."
Seeing that Wang Hao seemingly wasn’t being sarcastic, Chen Feng’s expression finally softened a bit.
"Brother, is that your ho?"
Sun Yaoyao looked at Wang Hao’s house in the distance, curiously asking.
"Yes! The old rural house."
Wang Hao replied with a smile.
If it were before the apocalypse, bringing his girlfriend to the countryside, he might have felt a bit inferior.
But now it didn’t matter anymore.
He had gained enough.
"It’s quite big!"
Sun Yaoyao let go of him and quickly ran over.
She seed very interested in the place where Wang Hao grew up.
In the yard, workers were still moving things.
Each of them had red eyes.
So much stuff!
Who wouldn’t be envious at the sight?
Especially with a large amount of sugar and salt.
In a civilized society, such strategic resources were worth little, but now, they’re priceless!
The old rural house was Wang Hao’s planned final retreat.
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