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The fat man said, "Don't worry about it, just live your life well. I'm going to the street to buy some good meat and vegetables today, and we won't go home until we're drunk tonight!"

Whenever Fatty went to buy groceries, Wuxie liked to follow him. He didn't know why, but he liked to go to those small alleys and small stalls, and he felt happy watching the lively crowds. Most importantly, he liked to bring the boy along to experience it together.

Xiaohua and the blind man also went, and the five of them squeezed into the old Jinbei car. In order to be more comfortable, Wuxie asked the young man to sit in the passenger seat, and he and Xiaohua and the blind man squeezed in the back. Obviously, the young man didn't think so, and walked to the back seat, his old seat. This seat was exclusive to the young man. Every year when buying New Year's goods, the young man would be squeezed together with the New Year's goods.

Wu Xie joked, "Xiao Hua, I'm sorry to condescend to you. Are you used to this car?"

Xiao Hua crossed her arms and said quietly, "I remember giving you a lot of money. Are you reluctant to even change your car?"

Wu Xie chuckled and looked through his pockets to show him: "It's very clean, the money is in the hands of Fatty, right Fatty, do we have money?"

The fat man started the car and drove slowly down the driveway: "Our money is all in our dreams."

Out of the corner of his eye, Wuxie saw the blind man put down his phone, took out a small pink handkerchief from somewhere, and wiped it around in the car.

"Blind man, take a break. This is all dust." Wuxie said.

The blind man approached Xiaohua and asked, "Grandpa Huaer, how about you sit on my lap? I guarantee it will be more comfortable than a seat."

Xiaohua looked him up and down and said slowly, "No."

"Why?" The blind man was a little puzzled. His thighs wouldn't be very hard if they were relaxed, right?

Xiaohua didn't give him an answer to this question, but leaned back slightly on the chair and closed his eyes to rest. When Xiaohua wanted to rest, the blind man would not disturb him, not because he was afraid, but because he felt sorry for him being too tired, of course, except when he was active at night.

The car drove slowly on the country road, and from time to time we met a few villagers working in the fields. After walking for a while, we arrived at the main road, which was a repaired cement road that led directly to the town.

Wu Xie looked around and had an idea in his mind. They had lived in Yu Village for many years before, and the roads in the village were built very late. If it rained, it would be very inconvenient to drive. Now the village is developing because of tourism. If there is enough money, the village chief can arrange for each household to contribute some money and manpower to repair the village road.

If you want to be rich, you must first build roads. People from outside come in, people from inside go out, and roads are the most important.

The fat man held the steering wheel with one hand and patted Wuxie with the other hand: "Tianzhen, help me check where my phone is. Don't forget it."

Wu Xie looked at him with disdain: "You can't be that bad, can you? We may be poor, but we can afford food."

The fat man rolled his eyes at him and patted his shoulder: "Just look for it if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much?"

Wuxie wanted to say a few more words. He thought this was the fat man's plan, although he didn't quite agree with it.

The blind man said in the back seat: "What's the matter? Do I need to pay for my own meals when I come to your place to play? Do you believe that I will empty your house before I leave?"

Wu Xie smiled at him obediently and looked at the fat man: "Hey, Fatty, I'll pay when the time comes."

The fat man was so angry that he wanted to stop the car and beat him up. How could he cooperate at this time? He didn't need to cooperate: "I really can't find it. Hurry up, don't miss your sister-in-law's call."

Seeing that the fat man was really anxious, Wu Xie looked at him uncertainly: "Is it true that your phone is missing? Isn't that your excuse for escaping?"