I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

Mo Yan saw that this person was looking at her, and it seemed that she had no choice but to speak.

"I did. Well, thank you!"

Mo Yan nodded first and answered briefly with three words.

Then I felt that this seemed too ungrateful, so I added "um" and "thank you" at the end.

When the director saw Mo Yan's expression, he smiled.

When he first heard what Xiao Luo said, he was a little skeptical and thought that things might not be that simple.

But now, he doesn't think so anymore.

He had actually been observing her since Mo Yan and the others came in.

The young woman was quite pretty, and did not match his expectations of her being shrewd, utilitarian, or good at socializing.

On the contrary, although the money was hers, she had no desire to show off or express herself from beginning to end.

Now he answers questions in a very brief and methodical manner, and seems to be an introvert.

"Can you please tell me where the money came from? Why don't you keep it for yourself? I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious. After all, four thousand yuan is really not a small amount. If you don't use it to build a school, this money will be enough for you and your children to live a worry-free life for most of your life."

Pei Zaizai nestled in Mo Yan's arms and almost couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Four thousand dollars to spend for most of your lifetime?

Just from these words, I know that this director probably doesn't have any long-term vision.

He probably couldn't imagine that, let alone lasting a lifetime, even in 10 years, 4 yuan would not be a huge sum.

Not to mention other places, just take Shannan Province five years later, there were already quite a few people with an annual income of over 10,000 yuan who started out as self-employed individuals.

Even now, four thousand yuan is really a considerable amount of money.

But precisely because of this, it wouldn't be a waste to use the money to do something while it's still valuable.

"Baby, can mommy tell me?"

Mo Yan suddenly asked Pei Zaizai.

Pei Zaizai was stunned and understood what Mo Yan meant, can you tell me about your father’s dark history?

That must be said!

Pei Zaizai immediately poked her head out from Mo Yan's arms, and without giving Mo Yan a chance to speak, she spoke to the director of the post office in a crisp voice.

"Uncle Director, don't ask my mother. I can tell you. This money was compensated to me and my mother by an aunt."

"Compensation?" The director was a little curious.

"Well, she said that my dad would live with her from now on, and my son would be without a father, so the aunt said she would compensate me and my mom with some money."

Pei Zaizai said this in a tone that showed he was ignorant of the world and had no idea what these words meant.

The village chief Pei Mingzhi showed an expression of embarrassment and sigh on his face at the right time.

Alai was furious but tried not to speak.

Only Mo Yan had a look of neither sadness nor joy, as if she was not the protagonist of what Zi Zi said.

The director of the post office was embarrassed.

What the hell is this?

Isn’t this a typical example of Chen Shimei, who abandoned his wife and daughter and ran off with a rich woman?

No wonder they would rather use the money to build a school than keep it for the mother and daughter. It's really disgusting.

"Comrade Mo Yan, um, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was like this, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, I don't care." Mo Yan shook her head indifferently.

Pei Zaizai also pretended to be confused and shook his head along with Mo Yan.

"Uncle Director, you don't have to say sorry. Anyway, my father never came back before. Now other aunts are willing to buy him with money. My mother and I are very happy."

Director:……

So Mo Yan’s husband is indeed an irresponsible scumbag!

You've been away from home all this time?

Alas, it’s better to divorce a man like this.

It’s a pity for the mother and daughter. They will have to depend on each other and live a hard life in the future.

The sympathized mother and daughter had no idea what was going on in the director's mind, but they could still imagine it.

And this is also the cover they need to show weakness to the outside world.

"Village Chief Pei, doesn't your village have any solution for this kind of thing? How can you allow this—"

The director originally wanted to say something bad about Pei Guochao, but when he saw Pei Zaizai looking at him with his eyes wide open, he stopped.

The child is still young and doesn't understand anything, so it's better not to criticize her father in front of her.

"Director, after a village meeting, we have expelled him from the family tree and driven him out of the village. He will no longer be a member of our Peijia Village, and he is not allowed to come back to the village. Of course, there is no need for him to come back now. The situation is different now."

"What our village can do is to try our best to take good care of the lives of Ayan and Niuniu. We decided to build a school this time because we took into account that in two years, Niuniu will be old enough to go to school. Everyone knows the location of our village. It is not convenient to go anywhere. The children in the village who have passed the school age are no longer young. Ayan and Niuniu said that we should use the money to build a school. At least all the children will have a chance to study. Isn't this-"

As the village chief spoke, his face was filled with shame and helplessness.

"We were so focused on building the school that we forgot that we also needed books and teaching materials. Fortunately, this young comrade reminded us yesterday, and you and our Post and Telecommunications Bureau were able to help us solve the problem. I am really grateful, thank you very much."

"I thank you on behalf of Niuniu and all the kids in the village!"

His honest and sincere look perfectly portrays the image of an old village chief who is dedicated to serving the people in a poor mountain village.

Pei Zaizai also opened his innocent eyes wide and said hesitantly, "Thank you, Director Uncle!"

Oh, this scene made the director, who was already feeling compassion, even more tender and sympathetic.

"Don't worry. From now on, all the teaching materials and books for your village will be handled by our post office. I will give a heads-up to the Education Bureau for you. Who knows, we may even donate some paper, pens, stationery and notebooks to you."

"Really? That really helps our village a lot. Thank you, Director, thank you, leaders!"

Pei Mingzhi hurriedly bowed and bent down, and was about to step forward to grab the director's hand and shake it.

"Hey, big brother, you don't have to be like this. We are just responding to the call of the leaders above. After all, the children are the future of our country. We can be poor in anything but education. You didn't wait or rely on others, but used your own money to build a school. I am just trying to help you get some books and notebooks. It's my duty."

"Xiao Luo, have you completed the formalities?"

"The director has done it. Uncle village chief, can anyone give me some money?"

"No need to count, no need to count. I've never seen so much money in my life. I'm afraid I can't count it clearly. Anyway, we trust you."

"Oh, that won't do. Trust us again. You still have to order when it's time. Xiao Luo, count the money again in front of Comrade Mo Yan and the others."

"Okay, director."

Then, Xiao Luo really took out all the money from a silver stainless steel cash box.

Each stack contains 10 yuan notes.

Xiao Luo counted the stacks of paper. Pei Mingzhi said there was no need to count them, but when he really saw Xiao Luo counting them, he still watched very seriously.

It took a full five minutes to count all the money.

"Uncle, Comrade Mo Yan, the numbers are all correct."

"Oh, yes, yes, thank you!"

"Uncle, who of you will put it away?"