Zhang Dashan shook his head slightly, "I only remember, a boy was born, and as soon as the boy could walk, their family left."
"I want to know, where did my grandfather live?"
Xu Ruoying asked with a smile.
"Uncle Xu was the idol of my youth, back in our village, only his family had a television, and his home was a courtyard house."
Zhang Dashan explained.
The elderly people around began to understand a bit upon hearing this.
No wonder he was able to marry a much younger wife, it turns out he had people backing him.
Suddenly, a white-haired old man looked startled, "You said courtyard house, there's only one old residence like that in our village, could it be... the one at the top of the hill?"
"Exactly, it's Wang Duan's family."
Zhang Dashan spoke of this family with endless hatred in his eyes.
The expressions of the people around changed when they heard this.
"What's wrong? Is there some story behind this?"
Feng Lin noticed their expressions and curiously asked.
