Country Love: Xie Dajiao, 37, is pregnant!

Pi Changshan immediately leaned forward, holding his wine glass, his tone excited yet obsequious:

"Brother, you're right, you're absolutely right! If Yan Dongdong were really at the central school, I wouldn't go no matter what. I know my limits, I definitely wouldn't cause trouble. But if she's not there, could you please put in a good word for me? I'm begging you!"

"Sis, Lao Pi should investigate and verify this himself. You need to have a clear understanding of the situation. When you have time, go to the central school in town and ask around. You'll feel more at ease once you've clarified things for yourself, right?"

Xie Lan nodded immediately. She had never believed Pi Changshan's words and had already decided to verify them herself.

"Alright, I'll go to town when I have time. I want to see if this is true or false."

After so many days, the stone that had been weighing on his heart was finally removed, and Pi Changshan felt much better. In his joy, he indulged in drinking and downed two more glasses.

Before long, the alcohol took effect completely, and he was thoroughly drunk.

His tongue was slurred, his speech was unclear, and his head was so heavy he couldn't lift it. The dishes on the table hadn't been cleared away yet when he suddenly slumped down onto the kang (a heated brick bed), his head hitting the pillow. In less than thirty seconds, he was snoring away, fast asleep.

Xie Lan reached out and pushed him twice, then gently pinched his arm, but Pi Changshan didn't react at all.

She reluctantly withdrew her hand, turned to look at Lin Chen, her eyes moist, and not just her eyes.

She quietly moved to Lin Chen's side, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her warm face against his back.

Lin Chen quickly pressed her hand down and lowered his voice:

"What are you doing? Old Pi is still lying here!"

"Don't worry, he's so drunk he wouldn't wake up even if thunder roared."

Xie Lan nuzzled against his neck:

"Come on, just for a moment... Nobody visits or comes over now."

"Come on, give me one!"

Lin Chen reached out and pulled her hand away, glancing at the head of the kang (heated brick bed):

"I'm not used to having a grown person lying on the kang (heated brick bed)."

Xie Lan bit her lower lip, glanced towards the door, and lowered her voice even further, with a hint of allure:

"Shall we go to that room? How about the storeroom, or even the outer room if all else fails! It's so late, nobody's going to come here."

"That's more like it, hurry up! Stop dawdling."

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and it was completely dark.

The crickets chirped incessantly in the courtyard, making the village seem even quieter.

Xie Lan slowly cleared away the dishes while holding onto the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Her legs were trembling, she felt weak all over, and a thin layer of sweat covered her forehead. Even her hands, which were holding the plates, were trembling slightly.

She carefully stacked the plates and bowls together and moved them to the basin in the outer room. She would wash them tomorrow; it was simply not feasible today.

Xie Lan thought to herself, "This wine is really potent, but why didn't Pi Changshan have any reaction after drinking it?"

Just then, Pi Changshan woke up groaning on the kang (a heated brick bed). Still groggy, he covered his mouth, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He stumbled and rushed to the outer room, where he leaned over the dirty water bucket and vomited violently.

After vomiting, he staggered back into the house, his head feeling incredibly heavy. He squinted and groped around, mumbling incoherently:

"Where's my brother... Where's my brother Lin Chen...?"

"They left a long time ago."

Xie Lan brought in the water and said irritably:

"Look at your alcohol tolerance! Lin Chen helped you for ages, and you just lie there and sleep. All that alcohol was wasted; you didn't even retain any!"

Pi Changshan smacked his lips, still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and rolled over to face the wall, muttering to himself:

"Brother, you're a good man... my great benefactor... your father, Xie Guangkun, is a complete idiot... he can't handle anything... but you're much more reliable..."

He mumbled a couple of words, tilted his head, and fell fast asleep again, snoring even louder than before.

Xie Lan ignored him and sighed softly.

"Brother, it doesn't work well at all, does it?"

……

Wang Musheng was dressed exceptionally well today, his white shirt perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle, a hat on his head, and he leaned lazily against the passenger seat of the car, his legs swinging back and forth.

The car drove slowly and leisurely on the country road, like an old man taking a stroll, dawdling along.

He turned his head and glanced at the driver sideways, saying in a sarcastic tone:

"Hey Li, do you have relatives by the roadside? Why are you so reluctant to step on the gas?"

The driver gripped the steering wheel, a forced smile on his face.

"No, Mr. Wang, I don't have any relatives like that. These country roads are full of potholes and the surface is uneven. It's bumpy if you drive fast, and I'm afraid you won't be comfortable."

"What's wrong with me? I'm not made of paper."

Wang Musheng pursed his lips and raised his chin forward:

"Hurry up and open it, I'm in a hurry to see my brother."

The driver quickly responded:

"Yes, Mr. Wang!"

He immediately stepped on the gas, and the car's speed instantly increased. The car followed the straight asphalt road, heading straight for Ivory Mountain.

Early in the morning, the village entrance was already bustling with activity. A row of colorful flags fluttered in the breeze, and the village roads were swept clean.

Chang Gui had notified every household yesterday that the whole village would be welcoming Wang Musheng today, so young and old alike came out early this morning, forming a huge crowd and making quite a spectacle.

The elderly men and women in the village all carried small stools and sat at the front. Even those with bad legs who used to use canes were helped over by their families.

The village primary school's drum team, a group of children holding drumsticks, were full of energy and ready to start playing at any moment.

Several little girls, holding flowers from Yutian's family, stood obediently at the front, waiting to present them.

Everyone showed up today, except for two people who were missing.

One of them is Liu Da Nao, who is still fast asleep in the village office. No one in the village dares to provoke him, because he wakes up naturally when he sleeps.

The other one was Lin Chen. There was no need for family members to make such a fuss. Chang Gui tried to persuade him a couple of times, but seeing that he was unwilling, he didn't force him.

Chang Gui stood at the front of the crowd, clapped his hands, and shouted through a megaphone:

"Everyone, please be quiet! I just want to say a few words! First of all, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to support our village's work. On behalf of the village committee, thank you all!"

"When the Wang Group's car arrives, and they see people getting out, we'll clap and shout, 'Welcome! Welcome! A warm welcome!' Everyone, shout it out in unison, show the most enthusiastic attitude from Ivory Mountain!"

"These kids, as soon as they get off the bus, you all hurry up and present them with the flowers, understand? This is a top priority for our village, it's related to future investment and development, everyone pay attention and don't let us down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Guangkun immediately took two steps forward, confidently responding with a positive attitude:

"Changgui, don't worry! Do you really need to tell me this? Our Ivory Mountain Village is the most hospitable; I guarantee you'll leave a good impression!"

Liu Neng, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly in agreement:

"Absolutely! With such a grand gesture, he'll definitely be moved and willing to invest money in our village!"

After the two finished speaking, the children from the drum team first banged the drum twice to test the sound, and the scene instantly became lively and bustling, even more lively than a wedding during the Spring Festival.

Wang Musheng's car soon entered the territory of Xiangyashan. The mountain fog had just dissipated early in the morning, and the green mountains on both sides were lush and green, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.

Wang Musheng suddenly waved his hand:

"Slow down, slow down, slow down now, don't rush in like that, it makes it seem like we're in a hurry."

The driver quickly released the accelerator, and the car gradually slowed down. Wang Musheng peered out the window, looking at the familiar mountains and land, his heart filled with emotion.

"Oh my, look at these mountains and rivers, they're still so beautiful. The village hasn't changed at all, it's still so pleasing to the eye."

His eyes darted around, and he muttered to himself:

"I just don't know... how is Xiangxiu doing now? Is she doing well?"

After pondering for a while, his poetic inspiration returned, and he casually composed a poem while shaking his head.

Ivory Mountain is high and the water is long.

Crops are green and lush everywhere.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, I have no heart to appreciate it.

I only want to see Xiangxiu.

After reading it aloud, he was quite pleased with himself, nodding and muttering to himself:

"Hmm, rhyming, down-to-earth, a good poem, a good poem indeed, the talent is still as good as ever."

The driver, his face flushed red with suppressed rage, dared not utter a sound and could only keep a straight face and concentrate on driving.

A few minutes later, the car stopped under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

As soon as the car door was opened a crack, the drum and gong team that had been waiting for half a day immediately started playing, creating a lively and bustling sound.

A group of children shouted welcome slogans at the top of their lungs, and applause rang out continuously.

Wang Musheng smiled as he pushed open the door and got out of the car. He immediately took off his hat and held it in his hand. He was very humble and bowed slightly as he greeted Chang Gui and the others who came to greet him.

"Uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle..."

Several little girls came forward with bouquets of flowers, and Wang Musheng quickly accepted them with both hands, smiling as he patted the children's heads:

"Thank you, little one, that's great!"

Wang Musheng had no airs of a boss at all, and the old ladies watching the commotion praised him, saying that the boy was promising and not arrogant even though he was rich.