Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

The workers withdrew quickly, and the remaining villagers greeted the aunt and went home. The aunt's house was next to the Song family's old house, and she had received many favors from Grandpa Song in the past.

The aunt wiped her tears and said, "It's lucky to have you, otherwise Mr. Song's house and cemetery would be lost, these capitalists who have been paid a thousand dollars!"

The capitalist Li Baihan in front of him comforted the old man without changing his face, "Ma'am, Songjiagou is planned to be an industrial zone, and the purpose of attracting investment from the village is for future development."

"My aunt is not confused. I understand this truth, but we have lived here all our lives. The house has been demolished and the land has been taken. How will we live in the future?" The aunt was full of worry.

Li Baihan raised his eyes and saw that the old man's head was all gray, and his frowning face made the wrinkles on his face even more deep.

He could understand the worries of the old man. They had planted the land all their lives, but now that the land was occupied, they would have a sad life in the future.

Song Weiwei stood beside her, looking at her hunched back, thinking inexplicably that in the past, although the life in the countryside was poor, with the loess on the ground every day, the life was very fulfilling.

"Ma'am, the house has been demolished and the land has been taken. Do those unscrupulous bosses have compensation for the demolition?"

Hearing this, Miaoyiren glared at Song Weiwei, "What are you talking about? What is an unscrupulous boss? We signed a contract with the village leaders. The price of the demolition and land occupation is clearly marked, and we also built resettlement houses to resettle the villagers."

Song Weiwei turned her head to look at Miaoyiren, "It wasn't your house that was demolished, your ancestor's tomb was not dug, and your land was not occupied. Of course you won't have a backache when you talk."

"Song Weiwei, are you finding fault? Our house was built and the money was given. In the end they cried, made trouble and hanged themselves. They were not allowed to demolish the house. We are the ones who suffer, okay?" Miaoyiren said angrily.

Listening to their quarrel, the aunt probably guessed Miaoyi's identity, and she cried even more fiercely, "Girl, you demolished the house and occupied the land, and you paid a hundred thousand for each person. Our land is gone. How can we survive in the future?" .”

Miao Yiren frowned, "What is 50, I remember it was [-] per person, and I bought insurance for you."

"What is 50, we only have half of the [-] in our hands." The aunt continued to wipe her tears.

As soon as these words came out, Song Weiwei and the others immediately understood how they got back. The 50 yuan shrank to less than [-] yuan. It is conceivable who took the money.

Miao Yiren: "Don't try to falsely accuse me. Anyway, I think the contract says 50 yuan. You got less than [-] yuan. You have to ask your township leaders."

Seeing her tough attitude, Secretary Liu was afraid of causing trouble, so he pulled Miao Yiren's clothes and winked at her.

He stood up to appease the aunt, "Don't worry, aunt, I'll investigate this matter when I get back to see what's wrong. Our President Song said that the demolition will definitely meet the needs of the villagers, and the demolition will never be forced!"

Auntie is obviously easy to fool. Seeing that this man looks gentle and honest, she took his arm and said, "Can you really handle it for us?"

"Sure, Mr. Li is still here. He is the grandson-in-law of Song's family. Without his consent, we can't move this land." Secretary Liu pointed the finger at Li Baihan.

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes, glanced at Secretary Liu, saw his innocent and pure face, he snorted coldly, and when his eyes turned to the aunt, his expression became more friendly, "Don't worry, aunt, with me here, they won't Dare to mess around."

"That's good, then I can rest assured." The aunt was assured, and she no longer wiped her tears.

She took Li Baihan's hand, "Thank you, it's getting late, you can stay at my house tonight, you have helped me so much, let me treat you well."

Li Baihan looked at the setting sun, tilted his head and glanced at Song Weiwei, "Secretary Song, what do you think?"

Song Weiwei was actually a little worried that once they left, those workers came to demolish her grandfather's cemetery again. She looked at the crumbling earthen house and said, "It's really too late to go back now, why don't we stay here for one night?"

The corner of Li Baihan's mouth turned up, he looked at the aunt, and said, "Then excuse me."

The aunt nodded happily, "Okay, okay, then I'll go cook and cook right now, Weiwei, bring your boss over later, the one in front, you know the way."

Before the aunt could finish her sentence, she looked at Song Weiwei in unison, and Song Weiwei's spine felt chills, "Auntie, you are mistaken, I am not Song Weiwei."

The aunt didn't care who she was, she took Song Weiwei's hand and patted it affectionately, "The aunt will cook first, you will come over in a while."

After the aunt left, Song Weiwei met Li Baihan's suspicious gaze, and said casually, "Mr. Li, you have mistook me for Mrs. Li several times, and it is reasonable for the aunt to be wrong."

Li Baihan's expression was secretive, he lowered his eyes, "Yes."

Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Li Baihan didn't doubt her, it didn't matter how others looked at her, she raised her face and smiled at him, "Then shall we take a look around here now?"

Li Baihan seldom saw her such a flattering and obedient appearance, and secretly laughed in his heart, "Where do you want to go?"

Song Weiwei looked at the old house overgrown with weeds in front of her, and she couldn't help but feel desolate in her heart. She said, "Just walk around here."

Li Baihan looked at her dejected expression, and he sighed softly, "There's nothing getting better here, if you want, can you help me clean up the weeds around here?"

Song Weiwei raised her head suddenly, her eyes were surprisingly bright, "Okay."

Li Baihan smiled leisurely, looked at her with more meaningful eyes, his eyes turned, "Then let's borrow a shovel first."

"Well, I'll borrow it from my aunt." After Song Weiwei finished speaking, she walked to the aunt's house.

Li Baihan stared at her brisk back, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, Miao Yiren walked up to him, and whispered: "Brother Han, do you regard her as Weiwei's substitute?"

Li Baihan withdrew his gaze and glanced at Miao Yiren, "It has nothing to do with you who I take her as. Miss Miao, recognize your own identity and don't do unnecessary things."

Miao Yiren's face was extremely ugly, "Brother Han, Weiwei has been gone for six years, why are you unwilling to come out, will you really become Weiwei if you find a substitute?"

"You're not sure?" Li Baihan's lips curled into a half-smile, which made people wonder what he meant, and made Miaoyi's hair stand on end.

"Brother Han, are you in a daze?"

Li Baihan's eyes were sharp, "What?"

Miao Yiren was startled by his fierce and fierce expression, she said nah, "Even if you want to use Secretary Song as a substitute, is Secretary Song willing to be used as a substitute?"

"You don't need to worry about my affairs." Li Baihan's voice was cold, and his attitude was even more decisive.

Miao Yiren bit her lower lip, she turned her head to look at the man's chiseled handsome face, every part of this man's body was in her aesthetics, which made her crazy.

These years, every time she felt close to him, the next moment, he was far away from her, making her unreachable.

"I'm just worried that you will be cheated by her."

Li Baihan didn't even find it troublesome to deal with her, so he walked directly to the small arch bridge in front, leaving Miao Yiren behind.

Miao Yiren stared at his back with tears in her eyes, she couldn't figure out how she was inferior to Song Weiwei, why would she occupy Li Baihan's body and mind even after she died?

Why would he rather find a substitute than take another look at her?
Secretary Liu looked at Miaoyiren's devastated expression, and said in a low voice: "Miss, we are not welcome here, why don't we go back to town first?"

Miao Yiren said coldly: "If you want to go, go by yourself, I won't go."

Secretary Liu definitely didn't dare to leave her here alone. He said helplessly, "If you don't leave, I won't either. Mr. Song told me that I will take good care of you."

Miaoyiren ignored him and quickly followed Li Baihan.

Song Weiwei came to the aunt's house with ease, and asked the aunt to borrow a hoe and shovel for weeding. The aunt sighed, "Mr. Song has a son and a daughter under her knees. They have never returned to Songjiagou since Mr. Song passed away."

Song Weiwei supported the hoe and shovel, "Ma'am."

"The old man's family relationship is weak, and he picked up a granddaughter to raise him. He hasn't come back these years. The grass on the grave was removed by our neighbors in the village. Every Qingming and New Year Pass, we have to burn some paper money for the old man. His whole life He did good deeds, but no one came to see him after he died, that's pitiful." The aunt became sad again as she spoke.

Song Weiwei was filled with guilt.

The aunt seemed to see through her mind, so she didn't say much, "Go, you city people are not used to using hoes, be careful not to dig your feet."

Song Weiwei walked out of the small courtyard with a heavy heart, and saw Li Baihan coming from the small arch bridge from a distance, she stopped in her footsteps, and continued walking forward.

Li Baihan stood on the small arched bridge and waited for her. Seeing her carrying the hoe and shovel on her shoulders, he was inexplicably amused. He curled his lips and took out his mobile phone to take a picture of her.

Song Weiwei raised her hand to cover her face, "What are you doing?"

Li Baihan tilted his head slightly, looked away from his phone, and stared at Song Weiwei with a half-smile, "Take a picture of you and show it to Chenchen."

Song Weiwei turned around, backed away from the man, "Why are you so boring?"

Li Baihan put away the phone, took a few steps forward, took the hoe from her shoulder, and weighed it in his hand, "It's quite heavy."

When Song Weiwei was a child, she often helped her grandfather with the farm work. When she first went to Li's house, she was not used to the days when her clothes were too much for her to eat and her mouth was open for food.

Later, Grandpa Li saw that she was not used to it, so he changed the garden in the side courtyard into a vegetable garden and asked her to grow some vegetables she liked.

That vegetable garden is still preserved, and Ah Zhong usually takes care of it.

When she was a child, she carried a hoe up the mountain and down the field, so she didn't feel that the hoe was heavy. She stepped on the small arch bridge, and the scene and everything here made her feel very familiar.

There are thousands of emotions surging in her heart, but she can only hide them in her heart, suppressing them tightly, she can't tell anyone, she can only pretend to be here for the first time.

"The air here is really good. If there is no pollution from these factories, it should be even better." The green trees all over the mountains, even in the outer suburbs of Beicheng, have not been harmed by the wind and sand at all.

Li Baihan walked beside her, "Songjiagou is in the outskirts of Beicheng, very close to the new industrial zone, and sooner or later it will develop here."

"I know." Song Weiwei lowered her eyes, "I just feel helpless."

There are many things that are irreversible by manpower, such as urban development and human relations.

She has money, so she can buy Songjiagou and keep it as it is, but is it really good for this place?Will it be five or ten years behind other places because of her intervention?

The two walked to the front of the old house, and Song Weiwei skillfully began weeding.

Li Baihan narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the short moment of daze, she had already lost a large area. He took off his windbreaker and hung it on the branch in front of the door, and walked to Song Weiwei's side.

"You are very skilled."

Song Weiwei paused for a while, and then pretended to be calm and said lightly: "Well, after my father retired, he turned the garden in front of the villa into a vegetable field, and I sometimes help him."

Li Baihan raised his eyebrows, "You are such a decathlon talent, being a secretary is too wronged for you."

Song Weiwei glanced at him, "Boss Li, don't make fun of me, I can at best know how to do it, but I can't reach the level of decathlon."

Li Baihan saw her shoveling down a piece of weeds neatly, smiled and shook his head.

Miaoyiren followed them into the yard, seeing them talking and laughing weeding, she seemed to be excluded by them, and she couldn't integrate into them no matter what.

With jealousy and hatred in her heart, she walked up to Li Baihan, "Brother Han, you have a noble status, how can you do such a thing as weeding, let me do it."

Li Baihan glanced at her, "Miss Miao, please stay away from me, otherwise the hoe doesn't have eyes and I'm sorry if it hurts you."

After all, the hoe landed right in front of Miaoyiren's shoes.

Miao Yi was so frightened that she jumped back three steps and ran into obstacles one after another. Miao Yi felt unwilling and at the same time felt that she had lost face.

She walked up to Song Weiwei and said, "Secretary Song, are you tired? I'll help you."

Song Weiwei didn't even look at her, and continued to use the shovel. Seeing this, Miao Yiren reached out to grab the shovel, "Secretary Song, you see that your head is covered with sweat, so don't be brave, I'll help you."

Song Weiwei frowned, whether Miaoyiren would look at her face, no one welcomes her here, but she still wants to stay here stalking.

Miao Yiren grabbed the shovel and wanted to grab it. During the fight, Song Weiwei was really annoyed, and said with a sullen face: "Miss Miao, do you know that you look like a shit stick?"

Miao Yiren pointed to her nose with an unbelievable expression on her face, "What are you talking about, Song Weiyi, why are you so vulgar?"

Song Weiwei snatched the shovel away, she stared at her and said, "Miss Miao, this is not the place for you, please leave."

Miao Yiren put her hands on her chest, "I won't leave, what can you do to me?"

Song Weiwei hit her in the face with a shovel, the strong wind that blew startled Miao Yiren, she immediately jumped back two steps, glaring at her angrily, "You!"

Song Weiwei's face turned cold, "If you come to dislike me again, I will not be polite to you."

Miao Yiren gritted her teeth, turned around and left disheartenedly, she walked out of the yard, and walked straight to the direction of the aunt's house, she wanted to see, if she was in the way, what would they do to you!