The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

"Sister Chuncao, don't argue with me anymore. Just let Xingwang carry it. Chuanzong, Chuanjia, Tianci, let's go!"

After Meng Lan finished speaking, she turned around and walked away.

"Hey, Lanlan, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why are you like this?" Meng Chuncao slapped her thigh in anxiety. She was convinced by this stubborn person.

Meng Chuncao could only comfort herself, "Okay, okay, saving people is the most important thing. Xingwang, please carry the people back first."

Hu Xingwang was carrying someone on his back, while Meng Chuncao was in front and quickly caught up with Meng Lan.

She reached out and patted Meng Lan's shoulder, saying with an unconvinced look on her face.

"Lanlan, you thought you won this time. But I will tell you with facts that you didn't win!"

After Meng Chuncao said this to Meng Lan, she walked away.

Only Meng Lan was left standing there, looking confused.

It was not until the afternoon that Meng Lan found out what Meng Chuncao had done.

It turned out that Meng Chuncao directly asked Hu Xingwang to send the person to the village chief's house!

He said he didn't know the man's identity and was afraid he might be a bad guy, but he also felt it was a life after all, so he handed it over to He Dazhui.

If this person is truly a good person and wants to repay someone in the future, then let him repay the village.

Meng Lan almost went crazy about Meng Chuncao's action.

Meng Chuncao is really...really amazing.

This is her beloved grandson-in-law, and she just threw him to He Dazhu like throwing away garbage?

Meng Lan resisted the urge to rush to He Dazhu's house and bring him back.

What else could she do? She couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything, could only watch...

Forget it, now that things have come to this, let’s just leave it at that.

Even if the sky falls, there are still tall people to hold it up, and the fate between the hero and heroine will not be broken so easily.

Let's go and see.

At this time, the village chief's house.

The man sent by Meng Chuncao has woken up now.

He sat on the bed, staring at He Dazhui, his eyes showing three parts of vigilance, three parts of confusion and four parts of helplessness.

"who are you?"

After a long time, the handsome young man opened his thin lips and uttered three cold words to He Dazhu.

He Dazhu is old, how could he have seen such people and such scenes?

Suddenly, goose bumps appeared all over my arms and a thin layer of sweat appeared on my forehead.

He couldn't help but complain in his heart, Meng Chuncao was really smart to throw such a hot potato to him.

But as the head of the village, what else could he do?

"I am the head of Daquan Village, He Dazhu."

He Dazhu carefully looked at the man, then quickly looked away. If he accidentally offended a noble, he would be in trouble.

After hearing what He Dazhui said, the young man did not say anything else, but instead muttered to himself.

"Daquan Village? He Dazhu?"

He sat on the bed and mumbled for a long time, but He Dazhu couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.

Just when He Dazhu thought that he had nothing to do here, the man suddenly raised his head and looked at He Dazhu.

"Then who am I?"

He Dazhui immediately looked at the man in surprise.

Is he asking him?

After a while, He Dazhu finally reacted and answered stumblingly, "I, I don't know either."

"Oh." said the man.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward again.

Neither of them spoke to each other.

The air even became still for a moment.

Finally, the man couldn't help but speak first, "Did you save me?"

He Dazhu shook his head first, then nodded. Thinking of Meng Chuncao's instructions to him, He Dazhu said to the man seriously.

"It wasn't me who saved you, it was our village that saved you."

The man was stunned at first, then his expression became a little strange. He stared at He Dazhui's face for several dozen seconds before slowly speaking.

"Your village is full of good people. Thank you so much."

This made He Dazhu feel a little embarrassed, even though he actually didn't do anything.

The person was brought here by Meng Chuncao and Hu Xingwang, treated by the village barefoot doctor, and the spare clothes were donated by his grandson He Jinliang.

He just stared at the man for a while, and then he suddenly woke up, and the two of them made eye contact.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just a small matter. There are wolves in the mountains recently, and the surrounding area is not very peaceful. When you are well again in a few days, I will send you away, right?"

"Go? Where to go?"

When He Dazhu heard the man's words, his heart skipped a beat.

He forgot that this man didn't even know who he was.

Oh no, this guy is not going to stay in my house and not leave?

He Dazhu cursed Meng Chuncao for being cunning in his heart, but at the same time he felt sorry for himself.

What kind of trouble has he gotten into?

"Forget it, you should just stay here for now. After a while, when the blood clots in your brain dissolve, you'll probably be able to remember them."

When He Dazhu said this, it seemed like he was comforting the young man, but in fact he was also comforting himself.

"Well, thank you." The man said lightly.

Before He Dazhu was about to go out, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the man on the bed.

"By the way, can you still remember your name?"

The young man shook his head in confusion.

"Then I'll give you a name. Don't mind. It's just for convenience."

The young man nodded with a confused look on his face.

Seeing that he agreed, He Dazhui stood at the door with a frown and thought hard.

It seemed that she was wondering what kind of title would be worthy of the nobleman in front of her with a cold temperament.

Unfortunately, he had little education and was uneducated, and he regretted not having enough knowledge when he needed it.

The cold wind outside blew into the room through the gap in the door that He Dazhu had left open.

The man on the bed was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

The more anxious He Dazhui became, the blanker his mind became.

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of a decent name. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the red dates on the table and an idea came to him.

"Why not just call it Red Dates?"

Seeing that the man was slow to speak, He Dazhu thought he was not satisfied with the name, so he explained it in a low voice.

"I'm a rough man, not very educated. How about... you give yourself a name? It will be convenient for us to call you in daily life."

After hearing what He Dazhu said, the man who had been motionless like a statue finally reacted.