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

Hao Ren decided that he wanted to stay.

He remembered that there was a village school in Daquan Village.

He wanted to ask the village chief whether the village school still needed a teacher. If so, he would stay.

He didn't want anything else, just a place to live, preferably close to Meng Lan's home.

When Hao Ren thought of this, he even fantasized about the days when he taught in Daquan Village.

"Auntie, do you know where the village chief's house is?" Thinking of this, Hao Ren asked Meng Lan.

"I know. Hao Ren, what do you want to talk to the village chief about?" Meng Lan looked at Hao Ren puzzledly.

Hao Ren hesitated and looked very embarrassed.

"Aunt, I don't have any serious problems, it's just, it's just..."

He wanted to keep the food he prepared for his aunt here.

These words stuck in Hao Ren's mouth, and he couldn't utter them for a long time.

Meng Lan was not the kind of person who would force others to do things. Seeing that the young man was so embarrassed, she did not force Hao Renfei to tell her the reason.

"Chengcheng, I'll ask Zhaodi and the others to take you there."

Meng Lan considerately changed the subject.

Hao Ren looked at Meng Lan with gratitude. His aunt was really a good aunt.

"Zhao Di, take Hao Ren to the village chief's house." Meng Lan shouted.

"Okay, grandma." He Zhaodi agreed quickly.

Fu Yinzhang was going to embroider with her mother later, so she didn't go on this trip with He Zhaodi and the others.

Hao Ren walked out of the door surrounded by three little butterflies.

It was the first time he was so close to so many girls, and he couldn't adapt at all.

Along the way, Hao Ren didn't dare to breathe, and kept his head down, not daring to look at them.

I kept repeating to myself in my heart: Don’t look at what is inappropriate, don’t look at what is inappropriate.

If Meng Lan saw Hao Ren's current state, she would inevitably say that he might be possessed by Tang Monk.

Growing up, the three sisters have never observed other scholars at such a close distance except their third uncle He Tianci.

Therefore, they couldn't help but secretly look at Hao Ren out of curiosity.

He Zhaodi stole a few glances at Hao Ren.

This person didn't seem to be very old, a little older than them, but much younger than Uncle San.

However, his elegant and easy-going temperament made him look more like a scholar than her third uncle.

He Zhaodi instinctively admired educated people. She looked at Hao Ren with a bit of admiration.

He Pandi also looked at Hao Ren several times.

She wondered, was this man a true gentleman, or was he a hypocritical sanctimonious person like her third uncle before?

Although He Tianci's image in He Panditi's eyes is a little better now.

But it is limited to the transformation from a sanctimonious hypocrite to an empty-headed reckless man.

Anyway, He Tianci has nothing to do with He Pandidi in terms of being "good" to her.

He Lianlian also glanced at Hao Ren casually a few times. Her intuition told her that this man was a boring nerd, so she was too lazy to look at Hao Ren anymore.

"My name is Hao Ren. What are your names?"

As if feeling that it was a bit awkward to say nothing along the way, Hao Ren blushed and tried to find something to talk about, chatting awkwardly with the three sisters.

The three sisters of the He family are not the kind of people who let words fall to the ground.

As soon as Hao Ren asked, the three of them answered him one after another.

"My name is He Zhaodi."

"My name is He Pandi."

"My name is He Lianlian."

They were country girls and they did not have the same requirement as the officials' families where their maiden names could not be revealed to others.

It's good enough for them to have a name to call out. Some of them don't even have a name. They are just called the big girl or the second girl, which is worse than kittens and puppies.

Although He Pandyi didn't like her name, she had to accept it.

Just think of it as an ordinary name, she comforted herself in her heart.

"He Zhaodi, He Pandi, He Lianlian..."

Hao Ren repeated the names of the three people.

He opened his mouth instinctively and recited a line of poetry.

"Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves."

"Mr. Hao, what does this mean?"

After listening to the poem read by Hao Ren, He Zhaodi looked at Hao Ren with bright eyes full of curiosity.

Although He Pandi didn't say anything, her eyes were fixed on Hao Ren.

Only the protagonist, He Lianlian, seemed to be fine, walking on the road, kicking her feet, looking leisurely.

"This is a song that has been passed down from a long time ago. This is the first line, and it talks about the scene of picking lotus."

"So that's how it is..." He Zhaodi murmured.

At the same time, there was a hint of longing in her eyes. She seemed to have imagined the scene of a pond full of lotus leaves. That must be very beautiful.

In an area that he was familiar with, Hao Ren was not as nervous as before, and he even became a bit talkative.

"When I heard the name He Lianlian, I immediately thought of this sentence. This is a really good name..."

But before Hao Ren could finish his words, He Lianlian ruthlessly interrupted him, along with Hao Ren's newly mustered courage.

"What good name? We farmers don't have your sentiments. My mother said that my grandmother was looking forward to having more boys in the family, so she wanted to name me Liandi. My mother thought it didn't sound good, but she didn't dare to contradict my grandmother, so she called me Lianlian."

"Oh, so that's how it is."

What does it feel like to kick a rock and punch cotton at the same time?

Hao Ren finally understood everything today.

He Lianlian's straightforwardness made him at a loss for words, and he could only nod his head in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice.

After that, Hao Ren fell silent again.

Fortunately, they soon arrived at the village chief's house, and the awkward atmosphere did not last long.

"Village Chief, Grandpa Village Chief!"

He Lianlian had just severely "hurt" Hao Ren, and she excitedly knocked on the door of He Dazhu's house, her voice was very loud, for fear that the people inside could not hear clearly.

Suddenly, the door was opened from the inside.

He Lianlian didn't stand steadily and almost fell to the ground. She bowed deeply to the person who opened the door. Fortunately, He Pandi caught her.

"Third sister, be careful."

He Pandi reminded with a concerned look on her face, and then she looked up at the person who opened the door.

It was the man who was injured by a wolf that Hu Xianxian found a few days ago.

Although this person had not done anything bad, He Pandi instinctively disliked him.

This disgust reached its peak when her third sister almost fell to the ground.

He Panddi looked at Mo Ruyu expressionlessly. Before she could open her mouth to speak, she saw He Gui running towards her.

"Zhao Di, Pan Di, Lian Lian, why are you here? Did San Hua ask you to come? Hey, what are you still doing standing at the door?

"Hongzao, please make way for my nieces. Have you eaten yet? Tell your uncle what you want to eat and I'll make it for you!"