Chapter 137: 0137 Rough Name Easy to Raise_1 Chapter 137: 0137 Rough Name Easy to Raise_1 Ellen chuckled, “No worries, Mr. Mayor, the demolition isn’t starting until the second half of the year, so there’s no rush right now.”

Demolition was a good thing. For the villagers of Haran Village, it was like an unexpected windfall.

The mayor waved his hand. “Alright, alright, I still need to notify the others. You go on with your business.”

Ellen nodded her head.

The mayor left merrily. When Ellen arrived at her own doorstep, she saw a big sack of potatoes placed at the entrance.

They were large and looked to be of good quality, as if they had just been dug out of the ground.

She didn’t know how long they had been there; perhaps someone had brought them for her.

She paused. Damien Frost appeared silently beside her, “Aunt Walker from the village sent them over. She saw that you weren’t home and left.”

Given their special status, it wouldn’t be appropriate for them to show up and do anything.

Ellen paused for a moment.

Aunt Walker was an elder in the village.

After thinking for a bit, Ellen nodded and carried the potatoes inside.

A while later, she walked out of the house and headed to Aunt Walker’s home.

Aunt Walker’s house was located at the entrance of the village. She lived alone with her little grandson.

The grandson was only three years old. His parents worked far away and seldom came home once a year.

When Ellen reached Aunt Walker’s courtyard, she saw a little bald boy playing with marbles.

The little bald boy was three years old, chubby and fair-skinned with a runny nose.

Upon seeing Ellen, he laughed with a naive expression, “Ellen sister.”

Ellen smiled at him and took out a tissue from her pocket to wipe his nose, “Where’s grandma?”

The little boy mumbled indistinctly, “Making din-dins.”

Apparently hearing the noise, the sixty-year-old Aunt Walker saw that Ellen had come and exclaimed, “Ellen’s here? Have you eaten yet? Why don’t you have lunch at my place?”

Ellen said with a beaming smile, “Aunt Walker, did you bring that sack of potatoes for me?”

“Ah!”

Aunt Walker: “Yes, I did. I saw that you and your sister seldom go to the market. I grew those potatoes myself, I guarantee they’re tasty. You can keep them for a while.”

Ellen took a one-hundred-dollar banknote from her bag, “I can’t just take your things for free. I have to pay for them.”

“No, no, no.”

Aunt Walker hastily waved her hand and stepped back a couple of steps, “How could I take money for something I gave you? These are just some old potatoes, not worth much. Your grandpa helped me out a lot in the past. When my grandson had his full-moon celebration, your grandpa came to help even though he was having trouble walking and didn’t charge a penny. Now, I’m just giving you a few potatoes, how could I take your money and still face your grandpa?”

As Aunt Walker spoke, she became slightly moved, remembering the past, her eyes reddened briefly before she quickly regained composure, “I still have plenty of potatoes in the ground, really, you don’t need to pay. When you run out, just come to get more from me. A few potatoes aren’t worth much. I can’t offer you anything nicer, it’s just a little something from one villager to another, you don’t need to be polite. If you give me money, that would be like treating me as an outsider.”

The little boy clapped his hands next to her, smiling naively, “Ellen sister, take it, take it!”

Ellen glanced at Aunt Walker, paused for three seconds, then said, “Okay.”

She would make pork ribs with potatoes later and would bring a bowl over for her.

Aunt Walker broke into a smile, “You should eat at my place. I’m making meat sandwiches; Henry Bolt has been begging for them.”

Henry Bolt is the nickname for her grandson—an old-fashioned name without much fuss, easy to live with.