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Holding the silly woman tightly, Yan Yaozong braved the heavy rain and walked step by step towards the village committee.

Ten minutes later.

The two came to the door of the village committee.

Looking at the closed door, Yan Yaozong raised his foot and kicked it out hard.

"Bang!"

The door of the village committee was kicked open.

Yan Yaozong put down the silly woman in his arms, took her cold right hand, and walked inside.

The village committee only has two floors and four rooms.

The first floor is an office with only two desks and four stools.

Yan Yaozong led the silly woman and walked towards the second floor.

The dimly lit small room was filled with a musty smell, which was very unpleasant.

Yan Yaozong took off his clothes, wrung them dry, and then handed them to the silly woman, "You dry your hair first, and I'll find you some clean clothes!"

The silly woman took the patched white shirt that Yan Yaozong took off and blinked her big eyes.

Seeing the silly look on the silly woman's face, Yan Yaozong smiled and took the white shirt and helped her dry her hair.

"Stay here and don't run around. I'll be back soon!"

"Good boy, be obedient!" The silly woman tilted her neck and smiled with two small dimples on her cheeks.

Yan Yaozong took a deep breath, picked up the oilcloth thrown on the ground, wrapped it around him, and ran out of the small room in large strides.

The silly woman blinked and looked at the figure running out of the small room. The smile on her face became even happier.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Yan Yaozong knocked hard on the closed door.

The sound of heavy rain blocked the knocking on the door.

After knocking for two or three minutes, the closed door slowly

"Yao Zong? What's the matter with such heavy rain?" Yan Daqing frowned and looked at Yan Yaozong, who was drenched by the rain.

"Uncle, I'm here to ask my aunt to lend me some clean clothes and some food!"

"Yao Zong, I can lend you some clothes. But my uncle's family doesn't have much food, so I really can't borrow them!"

"Uncle, if I have eight dollars here, you can lend me two kilograms of coarse grains, okay?"

Looking at the soaked banknotes that Yan Yaozong took out from his trouser pocket, Yan Daqing hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "You come in first."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yan Yaozong walked into the house and took off the oilcloth wrapped around him.

Yan Daqing walked into the inner room...

Yan Yaozong listened to the quarrel in the inner room and could only pretend not to hear it.

After a while, Yan Daqing walked out of the inner room with an ugly face, holding a set of old clothes and a linen rice bag in his hands.

"Here!"

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