Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637: 179: To get rich, build the road first! _2

Ni Yang said with a smile, “The city is too noisy. The countryside is more serene. It’s a good opportunity to get some exercise on the walk home.”

Even though the city was bustling, Ni Yang felt no sense of belonging there.

She had a fondness for the countryside.

However, Wu Daming’s words reminded her of something.

Wu Daming further said, “Sixth sister-in-law, I heard you’ve been investing in real estate. How many properties have you bought in the city?”

Ni Yang thought for a moment, “Probably more than twenty. I’ve lost count.”

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Having too many houses brought its own troubles.

Wu Daming swallowed hard, then gave Ni Yang a thumbs-up, “Indeed, family members are all alike.”

He had assumed that only Mo Qishen was foolishly buying so many houses…

He didn’t expect Ni Yang to have done the same…

Houses couldn’t be eaten, what was the point of buying so many?

When the time came, they would surely regret it if they got stuck with them.

Ni Yang smiled faintly and turned to look at Mo Qishen, “Brother Mo, I think I’ll head home first.”

“Wait a moment.” Mo Qishen held her hand.

“What is it?” Ni Yang looked back at him.

Mo Qishen said, “We’re at your home’s doorstep. I should, of course, pay Auntie a visit.”

He prided himself on being a good son-in-law!

Wu Daming hurriedly opened the trunk and took out the gifts he had prepared in advance, “Sixth brother, here you go.”

Mo Qishen, holding Ni Yang’s hand with one hand and taking the gifts with the other, said, “Daming, you can head back first. Come and pick me up around eight or nine.”

“Alright.” Wu Daming nodded.

Hand in hand, Mo Qishen and Ni Yang headed towards the Ni family home.

Even though night had fallen, they still encountered quite a few villagers.

Mo Qishen was a very polite young man and greeted everyone they met.

Ni Cuihua was cooking in the kitchen.

They were having a hotpot dinner that evening, and the aroma of stir-fried hotpot base wafted through the yard.

Upon seeing Mo Qishen, Ni Cuihua expressed her surprise, “Xiaomo, when did you come back?”

Mo Qishen replied, “Auntie, I took the one o’clock flight this afternoon.”

Ni Cuihua nodded.

The hotpot was a double-flavour pot. Ni Yang, who always had a liking for spicy food, looked at the red pot while nibbling at the clear broth pot to satisfy her cravings.

Fortunately, the soup base of the clear hotpot was also very flavorful.

Hotpot was an ideal dish for cold weather, and it wasn’t long before beads of sweat formed on Ni Yang’s nose tip.