A villager walked out. He was the one who had delivered the grilled fish to Fu Xin and the others previously. He said with a smile, "That's right, it's to entertain you. Everyone in the village knows that you donated the road. Therefore, in order to express our gratitude, we specially chose this fattest pig as a pig slaughtering banquet! It's being held at the village chief's house tonight. Everyone is coming."
Zhang Nan looked at Fu Xin in disbelief. "What donation? Fu Xin, you're not good enough. You're doing something big secretly alone?"
Fu Xin scratched her head in embarrassment. "It's nothing. You know that I have no other merits other than being rich."
"Other than having a lot of money, I don't have any other good points…" Zhang Nan shook her head and imitated her words. After learning, she punched Fu Xin's shoulder. "Don't say such extreme words if you care for the mental health of others! Pity us people who don't have as much money as you, alright?"