The call with Lin Zhe ended.
Zhang Xinguo's face lit up with uncontainable joy.
"What is it, honey?"
"I heard you talking about Shopkeeper Lin and some event. What's going on?"
Liu Cuixia watched her husband, who looked as excited as if he were about to marry a new bride, and asked curiously from beside him.
Zhang Xinguo said excitedly, "President Lin, Han Mei's nephew, said he wanted to come to our village to hold a charity event for the elderly!
"He just asked me over the phone for some basic information about the elderly people in our village."
Among the hundreds of villages in Yu County, Zhangjiazhuang Village had nothing that stood out in the slightest.
Transport links were poor, the location was remote, and it had neither mountains nor water.
In the decades since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the outside world had undergone earth-shattering changes.
High-rises had sprung up, and high-speed railways and subways reached in every direction.
But Zhangjiazhuang Village seemed to have had its pause button pressed, with no major changes in decades.
The village had never produced anyone particularly capable, either, and none of the good things the county had to offer ever came Zhang Family Village's way.
In all those decades, Lin Zhe was the first person to propose coming to Zhangjiazhuang Village to hold a charity event!
Liu Cuixia asked curiously, "What kind of charity event, exactly? Look how excited you are.
"If it's like that thing in Tianjiawa next door last year, where they gave you a free checkup and took your blood pressure, then tried to sell you medicine, they'd be better off not coming."
"It's different, different! This really isn't like that thing in Tianjiawa!"
"President Lin said he'd give each person a twenty-jin bag of