Abandoning my husband and son, I raised my six daughters to live happily

While Meng Suisui was exchanging pleasantries, the village chiefs of two more villages came over and told her with smiles on their faces that many people from their villages had come.

"Thank you, thank you for your support, thank you."

Meng Suisui smiled and said words of thanks.

At this moment, one of the village chiefs said politely.

"Boss Meng, there are some villagers in our village who want to say a few words to you. Is it convenient for you?"

What do the villagers want to do with her?

Meng Suisui was startled for a moment, then smiled softly.

"of course can."

As she spoke, she looked behind the other person, only to realize that several villagers had been standing nearby, waiting, looking at her eagerly.

When their eyes met, several people immediately pushed aside the people around them and came forward.

An old woman took her hand.

"Boss Meng, I have only heard of you before, but today I finally saw you in person. I came here for nothing else but to thank you in person."

She was about to kneel down as she spoke, but Meng Suisui was so frightened that she quickly bent over and stopped her.

"Auntie, get up quickly. This is impossible. I can't bear your kneeling."

Everyone in the village knows that young people cannot accept kowtow from their elders. Accepting kowtow from others means taking on someone else's debt. It not only helps him to bear karma, but also bears the other person's life expectancy, which can easily shorten his life.

There is indeed such a saying.

As soon as Meng Suisui opened his mouth, the old woman remembered it and said embarrassedly.

"I'm so excited to see you. Okay, then I won't kneel down. Auntie is simple-minded. Don't blame Auntie, kid."

Meng Suisui said, "It's okay, aunt, you thanked me just now. I don't think I've seen you before. Did you recognize the wrong person?"

The old woman waved her hands and said firmly, "No, aren't you Boss Meng?"

"Yes, I am Meng Suisui."

"That's right, it's you. My child, you also know that the harvest here has not been good in the past few years, and there is not enough food to eat. Other families can catch wild boars and exchange money with the village to support their families. My grandson and I are the only ones left. I am useless when I am old. My grandson is too young and cannot stand as tall as a wild boar. If you hadn’t collected the wild boars in our village and the village gave us ten yuan, my grandson and I would have starved to death. My son, you are us. The great benefactor of the village.”

Meng Suisui was a little uncomfortable being called a child at such an old age.

But think about it, she was probably not even born when they got married and had children. She was just a child in the eyes of the old woman.

Meng Suisui understood immediately. It turned out to be an indirect beneficiary of her dried meat business.

She wasn't surprised.

When she usually collects wild boars, she deliberately tells her second daughter to collect some from each village, so that every village can make money. When the village has money, the villagers will also have more money.

Rich families may not find the tens of dollars they receive from the village very useful, but for poor families waiting for food to be eaten, it may be just money to survive.

She wants to help as many people as possible to tide over difficulties and find a way out of life while she is doing business to make money.

The old woman in front of her proved that she was right.

There are real people who are coming through hard times because of what she did.

The old woman waved her hand and called the little boy behind her.

"Eldest grandson, come here and thank our great benefactor."

The boy looked about five or six years old, with a short hair and small eyes.

He looked up at Meng Suisui and said seriously.

"Benefactor, thank you for saving my life and my grandma's life. When I grow up, I want to be like you. When the time comes, I will definitely repay you and buy you a lot of food."

The boy's childish voice spoke these words, which was inexplicably touching.

Some sympathetic villagers around were already wiping tears secretly. The child's grandmother wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a smile.

"Silly boy, Boss Meng's family is not short of food."

The boy's little eyes widened instantly and he asked in surprise.

"Really? Are there really families who are not short of food? Boss Meng, have you ever eaten pimple soup? I heard that rich people can drink pimple soup. It is very delicious. Is this true?"

In his world, food can fill the stomach and is the most precious thing. Pimple soup is a rare delicacy in the world. He has never eaten it, but he has heard others talk about it.

Meng Suisui's eyes were already red.

She knelt down and looked at the little boy.

"My daughter can make pimple soup. You come home with me later and I can ask her to make you a bowl, okay? You will know if it tastes good or not after you taste it yourself."

Happiness came so suddenly, and the little boy's eyes widened even more.

he asked in disbelief.

"What did you say? You want to give me pimple soup?"

Meng Suisui's eyes were soft, and she nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, so will you go home with me?"

The boy swallowed subconsciously and looked up at his grandma.

The old woman knew that, so she really wanted to taste the pimple soup, but Meng Suisui had already helped them a lot, and she couldn't bother them anymore.

She could only ignore the longing in her grandson's eyes, took the boy's hand and said to Meng Suisui.

"No, that would be too much trouble. Thank you, Boss Meng, we won't eat it."

The light in the boy's eyes went out instantly, and his little face was full of disappointment.

Meng Anyu has been standing quietly behind Meng Suisui. She was once like this little boy, so she understands very well the feeling of a little boy craving for the same food he has never eaten when he has been hungry for a long time.

She took the initiative to speak.

"No trouble, I'll go home and make pimple soup. It will be ready in more than ten minutes. I won't delay your return home. Come with me."

Meng Anyu said, holding the little boy's hand and walking out.

The old woman was a little at a loss when she saw this. She pointed at Meng Anyu and her grandson, looking embarrassed.

"Look, this..."

Meng Suisui said, "You can go too. My eldest daughter is quick in her work. She said she won't delay your return home, so she won't delay you."

"Thank you, thank you, Boss Meng, we really met a good person, thank you so much."

After the old woman left with tears in her eyes, many village cadres and villagers from other villages came forward to thank Meng Suisui.

"Thank you, Boss Meng. We will definitely remember your great kindness."

"We heard from the village chief that the prices offered in other places are very low, thanks to you, otherwise we might not be able to survive this summer."

"There is not much we can do for you. In the future, whenever you need support, we will come. If there is anything you need us for, just tell us and we will definitely help you."

……

After hearing many words of thanks, Meng Suisui looked at them and felt even more that what she did was right.

The most miserable people in this world are always the common people. When the common people's life is better, then it will be really good.

What she has to do is to help more people live a good life while taking care of herself and her family.

She must work harder in the future to make her business bigger and stronger and benefit more people.

The theatergoers got into horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts and left one after another. Meng Suisui went to the village room to find Yu Fangying who was taking off her makeup.

"Teacher Yu, you sang so well today. You are so charming on the stage."

Yu Fangying's eyes widened when she smiled, and she said, "Thank you, I just want to see you for something."