Marshall certainly can’t stand idling around. After getting all the dishes done, he just went out.

It looked like that he was trying to get him acquainted with the villagers here.

Katherine felt quite drowsy after lunch. Now that Marshall was here, she really didn’t need to worry about anything and just went to bed.

Marshall strolled around the street.

This village was pretty economically backward and there were just less than one hundred households here and they all looked the same.

Now that they all had lunch, they were just chatting at doorsteps.

Not surprisingly, they were talking about Marshall and Katherine.

This was a poor village. As Marshall was well-dressed and driving a good car, there was no telling how rich he was.

They were all exclaiming how lucky Katherine was.

It was not easy for a village girl to marry into a rich family. It must be that Katherine’s grandpa was blessing her.

While Marshall was passing by, they were all saying hellos to him asked had he eaten lunch yet.

Marshall grinned, “I’ve had it, uncle. I’m wondering do you know where Katherine’s grandpa was buried? I’d like to pay my tribute. Katherine is asleep and in don’t want to wake her up.”

They hailed, “How thoughtful are you!”

All the villagers here knew where Old Mr. Jordan was buried since they helped to lay him to rest as Katherine was clueless back then.

As all the men helped to dig the hole for him.

Then an old man said, “Yeah, sure. You have to buy some yellow papers before you go there. you certainly go there empty-handed. Let me fetch someone to lead the way for you.”

Marshall thanked him earnestly and took out his cigarette box from his pocket and passed the cigarettes around.

before and was

happened to be the person who

was pretty kind-hearted as he helped a lot when Old Mr. Jordan

then guided Marshall to buy some yellow pater and went up the

quickly and Marshall asked a lot of questions about Katherine and her grandpa

ill-fated. Her parents left when she was little and was brought up by her grandpa. Children in poor families become independent quite early

painful inside and got

are a good man and definitely treats her well. She finally

his lips and then withdrew

before and had ignored all her effort and even allowed

after waking up

grandson

was covered

for a while and then went to the kitchen

eyes immediately brightened up upon

the kid and some images came

she suppressed down deliberately at first

was having her own

her own family. She was not alone. Like her grandpa,

for a while and

place didn’t seem to have changed all

Katherine surveyed the old houses and was actually much happier to see them than those exquisite buildings in the Grants’ old

Marshall who came back

hands, “What are you doing out? Have

your husband went to pay tribute to your grandpa.

glanced at him and didn’t bring

These dirt roads

covered in

of strong men in your village. If they can’t make a profit by growing crops, they can consider doing something

businesses in this poor village. They won’t have any customers. They can rely on selling to

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