Chapter 640: Land Redistribution Money
“I would be overjoyed if I could hold my grandchild!”
Xiao Yulan beamed with excitement, eagerly anticipating her daughter’s union with her son-in-law so she could hold a grandchild soon.
After all, she had always been living alone with her daughter, who was busy with her training, leaving her a bit lonely and bored.
Having more grandchildren would certainly liven things up, and considering Xia Hanmo’s similar situation, both families could plan to have grandchildren together.
“Mom, what are you talking about… Seriously…”
Su Kexin flushed red, slightly shy. Truth be told, she didn’t quite understand how one goes about having children, given her lack of experience.
She heard that they needed to sleep together first, which was a prerequisite, though the specifics were still quite unclear to her.
Of course, she hoped to get pregnant with her Senior Martial Brother’s child—after all, blood ties were the best bond for them.
Upon hearing this, Lin Nuo thought, wait, we’re already talking about having kids? If there really is a child, does that mean Su Junior will become mine?
The villain gets the protagonist’s girl—this wasn’t a path he had ever considered.
However, considering the protagonist’s behaviors, it was highly unlikely this plot would unfold. Even if they did get married and spend the wedding night together, it was bound to trigger her protagonist instincts and she’d break down on him.
Scary! Just another way for a villain to meet their end.
Su Mama chuckled, covering her mouth:
“Kexin, you’re already a married couple! There’s no need to be shy about it. I’ve been through this too; otherwise, how would I have had you? You two need some private space, we’ll cooperate!”
“Alright, alright, Mom, no more about that please. I know my boundaries with Senior Brother, this gathering is rare, how could we possibly let you all leave?”
Su Kexin declined her mother’s well-meaning offer and turned to Lin Nuo,
“Senior Brother, my mom and the others are like this, so please don’t mind them.”
Mind it? That would be bizarre. Now they were talking about having children and all sorts of crazy things.
Why do women always gather to discuss childbirth and grandkids? His own mother, Xia Hanmo, kept pushing him to find a girl to marry and have a grandkid.
And she was constantly recommending Ruo’er as the best candidate for a daughter-in-law.
Could it be: Demon + Fox = Demon Fox?
That bloodline would indeed be impressive.
Taking a step back, if he were to have a kid with Su Junior, who knows what kind of creature that kid would be! Will it destroy the world or save humanity?
Have two, one as the villain and the other as the hero—a grand annual show.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, with various voices arguing. It didn’t sound like the old men talking; they didn’t have that much energy.
So what was going on?
Perplexed, Lin Nuo and the others rushed out of the ancestral house onto the road of Su Family Village, which was usually quiet but was now flooded with people.
This group was dressed in various attires representing different social classes and identities, and some even had attendants, exuding a sense of authority and power.
Visitors were a rarity at Su Family Village, so everyone rushed out to see who was coming from outside.
The village’s Seven Grandpa and Nine Aunt quickly approached this group with joyous expressions:
“Oh my, that’s my Dongzai, he’s back!”
“And Zhengzai is back too! It’s been so long since we last saw you!”
…
Upon seeing familiar faces after such a long time, the elders were delighted. But those sword-bearing attendants blocked them, shouting menacingly:
“Dare to approach the master? Do you want to die?”
“He, he’s Dongzai! My grandson!”
Seven Grandpa rasped, but a young man around twenty waved his hand dismissively, coldly saying:
“Why are you being hostile to an old man? Step back.”
“Yes, master.”
The attendants retreated, and the young man walked over while Seven Grandpa was thrilled, his words mixed with excitement:
“Dong, Dongzai, you’re finally back at Su Family Village! Come on, let’s go to my place; I’ll cook your favorite braised pork!”
“Keep that little meat to yourself. I brought a chef, and maybe I’ll leave you a portion.”
The young man, referred to as Dongzai, looked at the ancestral house with extreme disdain, scoffing:
“What a pity; I have to live in this broken house for a while. You all hurry and clean it up; I’ll be staying here today. Also, prepare food.”
“Yes, yes,” the attendants hurriedly replied, rushing to clean the room. This guy was acting so haughty, full of himself.
“Dongzai, your ancestral house hasn’t been cleaned in ages; better come to mine. It’s not easy being away; no need to invite a chef…”
“I suggest you worry about yourself. By the way, that piece of land you have is of no use; this broken place isn’t worth staying. I’ll give you some money, leave here and find a better place to settle.”
“Dongzai has a good heart, but I’m fine living here, don’t need to go elsewhere.”
“How much will it take? Name your price. I’m doing this for your own good; don’t refuse!”
Everyone watching this scene was taken aback. Dongzai used to be quite well-behaved in Su Family Village, respectful toward the elders and fond of the young; how did he turn out like this after some time away?
Not only was Dongzai like this, but many of the returned former villagers were also disrespectful to their elders, treating them like nothing.
More and more people returned from outside, leaving Su Kexin confused.
“What’s going on? Why are so many people back at Su Family Village? Today isn’t a big occasion, right? Are they just here to visit family?”
She muttered to herself when suddenly a female voice chimed in:
“Oh, isn’t this Su Kexin? No way, a Xuanyun Sect cultivator has come here for the land redistribution money too?”
Su Kexin turned to see one of her old childhood friends from Su Family Village. She remembered well, although they had quarreled a bit back then and had grown distant since.
“It’s Cuixin! What brings you back? And what’s this land redistribution money you speak of?” Su Kexin scratched her head.
“Don’t play dumb with me! You came here for the land redistribution money, didn’t you?”
“I came back to visit Grandma! Didn’t you come for the same reason?”
“You’re kidding me, right? My grandparents passed away ages ago; my whole family moved out. Who am I visiting?”
“Oh right, it seems you don’t have family to visit anymore.”
Suddenly, Su Kexin realized. Lin Nuo felt awkward; goodness, the poor girl’s elders had passed away, and here he was asking about visiting family.
“But I don’t know what the land redistribution money is…”
“The government ordered people to move; families with land deeds and ancestral houses will get a handsome compensation. The government will send people soon to distribute it. Do you think so many people have returned for no reason?” Su Cuixin replied impatiently.
“Hmm… I see, I thought everyone was just visiting family.”
“You’re still as silly as before. What’s so great about this broken place to visit?”
Su Cuixin rolled her eyes and then glanced at Lin Nuo.
“Who’s this? A Su Family Village person? I don’t remember him.”
“He’s not from Su Family Village; he’s my husband, Lin Nuo.”
Su Kexin linked her arm with Lin Nuo, displaying a sweet affection.