Rebirth of a Village Girl

Chapter 887: 220: Those unknown past events!_3

From having nothing to having everything, this bicycle had witnessed Ni Yang’s growth, so she was reluctant to replace it.

"Little Phoenix?" Xiaozhou was stunned for a moment.

Ni Yang patted the bicycle seat, "Yes, this is it."

Only then did Xiaozhou realize that it was a Phoenix brand bicycle...

After leaving the Detective Agency, Ni Yang went to the bank, withdrew 30,000 yuan, and then rode to Jinghua Village.

The cement road in Jinghua Village had been finished, now cars and agricultural vehicles could drive directly into the village, and during rainy days, the villagers no longer had to worry about the muddied Mud Road.

It had been a long time since she last visited Jinghua Village, and coming here again, she felt an indescribable sense of closeness.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the village, someone recognized Ni Yang, "Yangyang is back."

Ni Yang quickly jumped off her bicycle, "Aunt Wang."

Aunt Wang looked behind Ni Yang, "Yangyang, your parents and Yunyun didn’t come back with you?"

"No," Ni Yang shook her head, "My grandma’s place had some issues recently, my parents couldn’t come back, and I am here to settle accounts with everyone. I just happened to run into you, could you please go back and tell everyone to come to my house to settle the accounts?"

The raw materials for the "Ice Skin Jade Skin" were all selected from the aloe vera, roses, and Portulaca grown by the villagers of Jinghua Village, so Ni Yang settled accounts with everyone every six months.

Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Since you’re all busy, don’t rush back here, we’re not waiting on the money."

Ni Yang felt a bit embarrassed, "We had originally agreed to settle on the 1st of July and the 1st of January, and it’s already been over ten days late. Aunt Wang, I’ll head back first; please have everyone bring their account books to my house."

Aunt Wang nodded.

Although Ni Yang and Ni Cuihua had moved to the Zheng Family, Ni Chenggui still lived here.

Ni Chenggui was a diligent man, he not only kept his own yard spotlessly clean but also took great care of Ni Yang’s yard.

Thus, Ni Yang didn’t need to clean up anything upon her return.

After a while, there was some noise outside the door.

Ni Yang opened the courtyard gate, and it was Grandma Wu.

"Grandma Wu, please come in."

"Yangyang, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Here are some red plums that aren’t sour at all, try them. I’ve also made a few Meat Biscuits for you; they’re still warm." Grandma Wu’s family used to be very poor, often unable to afford a full meal, but ever since Ni Yang arrived in Jinghua Village, their lives had gradually improved.

Hearing that Ni Yang had returned, Grandma Wu, without a second thought, picked the last few red plums from the tree and hurriedly made some Meat Biscuits, fearing that Ni Yang would be hungry.

The red plums were what Grandma Wu had reluctantly saved for her grandson who was studying away from home.

Now that Ni Yang was back, everything, including her own grandson, had to step aside.

"Thank you, Grandma Wu." Ni Yang didn’t bother to check if the plums were washed; she just picked one up and took a bite.

Grandma Wu cheerfully said, "You child, why be so formal with Grandma Wu? Are the plums sweet?"

"Sweet! Very sweet!"

After a while, more and more people gathered in the small courtyard; everyone was just like Grandma Wu, afraid that Ni Yang might be hungry. One brought dough twists, another brought duck soup.

When everyone had arrived, Ni Yang began to settle the accounts.

"Uncle Lin, your family earned a total of 580 yuan for the first half of the year, see if that’s correct," Ni Yang handed Uncle Lin 580 yuan.

Uncle Lin chuckled, "No need to count, Yangyang, I trust you."

"Aunt Zhao, your family’s is 526 yuan."

"Grandma Wu, your family’s is 600 yuan."

Holding the hefty stacks of cash, everyone was very happy.

In the past, when they were still planting rice, after paying their taxes, they could barely earn a hundred yuan a year, but now, they could make five to six hundred yuan in just half a year, and of that five to six hundred yuan, they only needed to pay about ten yuan for taxes. How could they not be happy?

Jinghua Village had exactly fifty households.

After distributing money to everyone, the 30,000 yuan Ni Yang withdrew was left with just over a hundred yuan.

After finishing the accounts, Ni Yang took a stroll through the Factory at the back.

Though she hadn’t been in Jinghua Village in these days, the Factory had been still operating, having grown from a dozen people to now over twenty.

Once she confirmed everything was in order, Ni Yang took some grain and oils and other daily necessities over to Grandma Liu’s house.