Chapter 137: 0137 Rough Na Easy to Raise_1 Chapter 137: 0137 Rough Na Easy to Raise_1 Ellen chuckled, “No worries, Mr. Mayor, the demolition isn’t starting until the second half of the year, so there’s no rush right now.”
Demolition was a good thing. For the villagers of Haran Village, it was like an unexpected windfall.
The mayor waved his hand. “Alright, alright, I still need to notify the others. You go on with your business.”
Ellen nodded her head.
The mayor left rrily. When Ellen arrived at her own doorstep, she saw a big sack of potatoes placed at the entrance.
They were large and looked to be of good quality, as if they had just been dug out of the ground.
She didn’t know how long they had been there; perhaps soone had brought them for her.
She paused. Damien Frost appeared silently beside her, “Aunt Walker from the village sent them over. She saw that you weren’t ho and left.”
Given their special status, it wouldn’t be appropriate for them to show up and do anything.
Ellen paused for a mont.
Aunt Walker was an elder in the village.
After thinking for a bit, Ellen nodded and carried the potatoes inside.
A while later, she walked out of the house and headed to Aunt Walker’s ho.
Aunt Walker’s house was located at the entrance of the village. She lived alone with her little grandson.
The grandson was only three years old. His parents worked far away and seldom ca ho once a year.
When Ellen reached Aunt Walker’s courtyard, she saw a little bald boy playing with marbles.
The little bald boy was three years old, chubby and fair-skinned with a runny nose.
Upon seeing Ellen, he laughed with a naive expression, “Ellen sister.”
Ellen smiled at him and took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe his nose, “Where’s grandma?”
The little boy mumbled indistinctly, “Making din-dins.”
Apparently hearing the noise, the sixty-year-old Aunt Walker saw that Ellen had co and exclaid, “Ellen’s here? Have you eaten yet? Why don’t you have lunch at my place?”
Ellen said with a beaming smile, “Aunt Walker, did you bring that sack of potatoes for ?”
“Ah!”
Aunt Walker: “Yes, I did. I saw that you and your sister seldom go to the market. I grew those potatoes myself, I guarantee they’re tasty. You can keep them for a while.”
Ellen took a one-hundred-dollar banknote from her bag, “I can’t just take your things for free. I have to pay for them.”
“No, no, no.”
Aunt Walker hastily waved her hand and stepped back a couple of steps, “How could I take money for sothing I gave you? These are just so old potatoes, not worth much. Your grandpa helped out a lot in the past. When my grandson had his full-moon celebration, your grandpa ca to help even though he was having trouble walking and didn’t charge a penny. Now, I’m just giving you a few potatoes, how could I take your money and still face your grandpa?”
As Aunt Walker spoke, she beca slightly moved, rembering the past, her eyes reddened briefly before she quickly regained composure, “I still have plenty of potatoes in the ground, really, you don’t need to pay. When you run out, just co to get more from . A few potatoes aren’t worth much. I can’t offer you anything nicer, it’s just a little sothing from one villager to another, you don’t need to be polite. If you give money, that would be like treating as an outsider.”
The little boy clapped his hands next to her, smiling naively, “Ellen sister, take it, take it!”
Ellen glanced at Aunt Walker, paused for three seconds, then said, “Okay.”
She would make pork ribs with potatoes later and would bring a bowl over for her.
Aunt Walker broke into a smile, “You should eat at my place. I’m making at sandwiches; Henry Bolt has been begging for them.”
Henry Bolt is the nickna for her grandson—an old-fashioned na without much fuss, easy to live with.
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