Besides these five people, there were eight or nine others standing on both sides of the hall, all looking at the group of Liang Yuan with great interest as they came in.
Old Yang saw the bald fat man and immediately said, "Kuirong, do you still recognize me? I'm your Uncle Lin."
A subtle smile appeared on Li Kuirong's chubby face. He didn't walk over but said with a smile, "How could I not recognize you, Uncle Lin?"
"Kuihua, Kuifu, what are you standing there for? Get a chair for Uncle Lin and the others."
Two capable men promptly walked out, with an odd expression, as if holding back laughter.
The two walked towards Old Yang together.
Old Yang didn't mind, and said casually, "Hey, we don't need to sit down. We're just here to visit old neighbors. Kuirong, are all the people from the village here? It doesn't seem right. Our village should have at least one or two thousand people, right?"
"How come there are only a few hundred people?"
