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

After hearing what Mo Yan said, Alai finally spoke to Weng De, "You get in the car first."

"Alai, you, you finally talked to me?"

Weng De was still standing there stupidly.

He stared at Alai without blinking, really like a pervert with abnormal behavior.

Mo Yan glanced over.

Alai saw it and thought that Sister Mo Yan was unhappy that they were dilly-dallying.

He immediately frowned and urged Weng De, "I told you to get in the car, why are you talking so much nonsense? Are you going to get in or not?"

"Go! Go! I'll go right away!"

It was indeed Alai's voice.

Although he changed into girl's clothes, Alai's long-standing habit of imitating young people's speech could not be completely changed in a short time.

So as soon as she spoke, it became more real that Alai was still alive.

Weng De's heart was filled with joy. Even though he was scolded, he was as happy as a child and immediately climbed into the ox cart with his hands and feet.

He didn't care that the carriage was a bit dirty and sat on the floor with a silly smile on his face.

When Alai saw him go up, he lifted his foot, put his hand on the other's, and stepped in as well.

He didn't deliberately move away from Weng De, but sat down next to him and looked at how he had lost nearly one-third of his weight and the silver strands in his hair.

To be honest, I can no longer express the hatred and anger I originally had towards him.

"Alai!"

Weng De called her name cautiously and flatteringly.

"Uncle, did you bring a kettle?" Alai did not respond to him, but asked Village Chief Pei who got on the car later.

Pei Mingzhi looked at Weng De's expression. How could he not understand?

He quickly took out a twisted "water bottle" from his backpack. Ahem, you read that right, it was accidentally burned and deformed by Mo Yan, but Pei Mingzhi and the others were unwilling to throw it away, let alone replace it with a new one. After all, it was just twisted and deformed, and it didn't mean it couldn't hold water.

On the contrary, Village Chief Pei felt very proud every time he took out the kettle.

This is the only kettle made by the immortal himself.

Everyone in the village is so envious!

Therefore, now whenever Village Chief Pei goes out, he will not take any other water bags or kettles, but only this warped kettle.

Here it comes in handy again.

Alai already knew the origin of this kettle very clearly. There was no doubt that it was the village chief Pei Mingzhi who gave him the explanation.

"Drink some water." Alai took the kettle and handed it to Wend.

"Alai!" Weng De took it flattered and called her name again in a timid voice.

"You keep yelling, drink up. Look at yourself now. Do you want to die?"

Alai finally couldn't help yelling at him.

After being yelled at, Weng De shrank his neck and shoulders, but the smile on his face became even bigger. He quickly took the kettle, not caring about why the kettle was so strange, he took it and drank from it.

He drank too quickly and choked several times, but he didn't give up.

He drank a whole pot of water in a short while, which shows how thirsty this guy is.

It's hard to believe that he talked for so long.

Just as he finished drinking the water in the kettle, a big white flour bun appeared in front of him.

"Alai, this is for me too?"

The steamed buns were still hot. Weng De hadn't eaten properly for several days. Now that Alai was right in front of him, his dead appetite finally returned.

Looking at the steamed buns in front of me, my stomach started to rumble and my throat couldn't help but swallow a deep mouthful of saliva.

"Eat it! You have to return it. This is what Sister Mo Yan bought for the children in the village. If you eat one, the children in the village will have one less to eat. So when you earn money and food, remember to buy it and return it to the children."

"I will pay it back, I will pay it back, I will definitely pay it back! Alai, I, I have money, I have money, but I don't have it on me now. Don't worry, I will definitely buy more and give them to the children in the village."

Wend nodded vigorously and spoke as if swearing.

Alai stuffed the bun into his hand and said, "Eat it quickly!"

After saying that, she turned her head away and stopped looking at him, her eyes unconsciously becoming a little wet.

Mo Yan took all of this in, but said nothing.

The entanglement between these two people is likely to make them inseparable throughout their lives.

But it’s also good this way. Having shared the same suffering experience will make them cherish the present and look at the future more.

"Ayan, can I go in and get some more water?"

Village Chief Pei took back the kettle that had been drained of water and was just about to ask whether he should go into the state-owned restaurant to get some hot water.

As a result, Zhuo Wei and his men and Goudan's father came out.

Everyone held several oil-paper bags filled with big buns.

Mo Yan looked at it and was stunned, "How many did you buy?"

"Each person bought 5, a total of 20." The answer came from Goudan's father.

He was originally going to go out with the village chief, but was stopped by Zhuo Gongan, who said that he couldn't work so hard for so long and didn't even give him a meal, and forced him to buy buns.

Goudan’s father had no choice but to follow them and queue up.

Pei Mingzhi felt that his attempt to queue up was fake, and that he was actually afraid that their ox cart would not wait for them.

Why not just drag Goudan’s father along? They can’t just abandon their fellow villagers and drive away in the ox cart, right?

Pei Mingzhi said that Zhuo Gongan and the others were just overthinking it.

They already knew that they were from Peijia Village. Even if they left now, wouldn't they know the way to Peijia Village and catch up with them?

So, there is absolutely no need for that!

But it would be better to take Goudan’s dad with us. We can pick up 5 big white flour meat buns for free. Isn’t that great?

"Five? Mom, that sister lied to us. She said each person could only buy two, but she sold five to Uncle Goudan and the others!"

When Pei Zaizai saw the look in his mother's eyes, he immediately realized that his mother felt that he was at a disadvantage, and he started yelling in indignation.

"Ahem, little sister, it's not like that. We were on a business trip to handle a case, and we've been running around for several days without having a decent meal. Now, all the food is sold out, and there are only a few buns left. The girl said that she sold them all to us because we serve the people. It's not really unfair."

Zhuo Wei hurriedly explained.

He explained why the girl with pigtails repeatedly emphasized to them after collecting their money and bills that if the girl and her daughter outside questioned whether it was unfair, they must give a detailed explanation.

It turns out that little girls really do protest about not buying enough buns!

"Is that so?" Pei Zaizai pouted, "Okay then! Mom, the police officers are working very hard, so let them eat as many as they want, and we'll buy more next time."

Mo Yan nodded, "Okay, next time when there aren't so many people, we'll come back to buy it. It's strange, there weren't so many people at the state-owned restaurant last time, why are there so many people today?"

Mo Yan's seemingly unintentional complaint made Zhuo Wei and the other two who knew some of the inside story scratch their noses.

They did know why there were so many people in Luoxia Commune. In fact, there were more people in Qinhoushan Commune, but they just couldn't tell them.

But they didn't expect that after there were so many people, they would be restricted from buying buns. This is really -

"Little sister, this is for you!"

As he was thinking, Zhuo Wei took out a big meat bun and handed it to the little cub Pei Zaizai who was sitting in the special seat on the cow's back.