When I reach 70, I will marry the richest man in the village

"Lao Guo, why did you come back with so many things?!"

In the cattle shed, when Lao Guo and the other five returned safely, the others inside finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when Lao Guo handed the thing in his hand to one of the lesbians, he opened it and took a look. He was shocked and couldn't help lowering his voice and exclaimed.

Lots of steamed buns and a pack of sugar cookies.

"Given by Ronaldinho."

When Lao Guo saw it, he couldn't help but smile. This child was so kind.

It turns out to be Ronaldinho!

Cow, the old people in the shed were startled when they heard this, and then they all remembered the little figure who had been busy all the time.

"You can steam the buns and eat them. Today is the Chinese New Year."

"Yes, we just ate there, Ronaldinho cooked it for us."

"We didn't make any mistakes about this kid at all."

"Not everyone in this world is the same."

"I think Ronaldinho and Xiao Zhou are living well now. Lao Zhou said that life has been much better for Xiao Zhou and the children since Ronaldinho came home."

"They're all good people."

……

The guys were talking in a low voice while steaming these dozen buns. In fact, they had all eaten them, but they were all stuffed with little oil and water, so they got hungry quickly.

Moreover, no matter what you put into your stomach, it belongs to you. Now in winter, it is even more uncomfortable to be cold and hungry.

"This sugar cake is also divided, a little for each person."

Soon, the pack of sugar biscuits given by Luo Wanyi was distributed among the people in the shed, and no one ate them. They put them in their pockets and kept them to taste and eat slowly.

After a while, the buns were cooked. Except for Lao Guo and the other five who didn't take any, each of them got a bun, and the remaining few were divided again.

The steamed buns made by Luo Wanyi are really thin and rich in fillings, and the old people in the shed are extremely satisfied with them.

good to eat.

Unexpectedly, Ronaldinho is so good at his crafts at such a young age.

After eating the steamed buns, everyone went to bed with satisfaction. This New Year was the best in the past few years.

I don’t know if it was because of a meal of dumplings and noodles, as well as these steamed buns and sugar cakes, that Lao Guo and the others suddenly had some hope and courage for the future.

everything will get better.

Just like, they worked hard to get here.

This night, everyone slept soundly and sweetly.

"Lao Guo, God, Lao Guo..."

Lao Guo was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by a burst of exclamation.

"Lao Guo, come out and take a look."

The person who called him was an elderly lesbian who lived next door. She planned to break an egg into the porridge so that everyone could eat more nutritiously.

As a result, when she opened the basket that Luo Wanyi had delivered last night and found a small bag of rice and a bag full of eggs, she couldn't help but scream.

So many eggs!

"There...should be about thirty of them, right?!"

"Little Luo brought so many eggs here last night?!"

"This Ronaldinho, ugh."

"This child, this child..."

"She and Xiao Zhou are both very good."

Lao Guo and others thought something had happened, but when they came over after hearing the sound, they saw a pile of eggs. They were all dumbfounded and couldn't help but say with emotion.

When the New Year Pig was being killed, Party Secretary Zhou also secretly sent them two kilograms of pork, some rice, potatoes, and sweet potatoes.

If it weren't for his secret help, how could their life be so peaceful? !

There are still good people in this world.

"Crack two more eggs and we'll all make up for it."

"Lao Zhou said that he has now thought of a way. He plans to find an opportunity for us to treat the members, and slowly let the members accept us. As long as they need us, it will be much easier to do anything in the future."

Lao Guo quietly told everyone about Party Secretary Zhou's plan. They didn't ask for gratitude from the people in the production team, as long as they didn't stare at them, or they could secretly exchange money for something for them.

"Lao Guo, we can't be radical."

"Yes, I'd rather have water from a well than a river."

"I just hope they don't stare at us."

"Yes."