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"Don't worry, your grandfather is not old enough to be useless. I will write to some of my friends in Jing City and ask them to help."

After his grandson had taught him a lesson, Shen Xiuyi did not take advantage of Qiao and told him his plan.

"But... didn't you say that your friends are in a bad situation too, and if we ask them for help, won't it implicate them?" Shen Huaiqing was a little confused when he heard his grandfather say this. Didn't his grandfather say that we shouldn't implicate others because of our own affairs?

Why the double standards?

"This is of course different from your situation with Zhou Shanhai. You asked Zhou Shanhai to make a principled mistake, but I asked old friends to help out a little. How can it be the same?"

Shen Xiuyi took a sip of tea and said slowly: "You don't understand. Sometimes, just a casual word from a big shot can affect the lives of countless people."

"So, there is no need for them to take action. All they need to do is to help privately. They will definitely be willing to help with this small favor."

Shen Huaiqing frowned and nodded seriously, looking like he had learned something.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and urged me, "Then Grandpa, start writing the letter now. It's still early and I can ride my bike to the post office to mail it."

Shen Xiuyi: “…”

"Okay, I'll write it now!" he said helplessly, but if you look closely, you can see that there is a smile on his face.

Shen Xiuyi prepared paper and pen, sat upright at the table, thought for a moment, and began to write.

The tip of the fountain pen made a rustling sound on the paper. Shen Huaiqing stood on tiptoe to see what his grandfather had written, but found that it was completely blocked by his left hand and he could not see anything at all.

After just two or three minutes, he put down his pen.

"So fast? Grandpa, please write a little more. How can you make things clear in such a short time?" Shen Huaiqing complained in a low voice.

"What do you know? Some things are better written than done. Writing too much is not good." Shen Xiuyi sighed, put the letter into the envelope and sealed it. "Okay, you can send it. Come back early and don't walk at night."

"Oh, okay." Shen Huaiqing took the letter and walked out.

"Don't peek on the road!"

"I won't peek!" Shen Huaiqing's face darkened.

Looking at his grandson's tall and straight back, Shen Xiuyi shook his head happily.

This kid has finally grown up.

…

As for Zhao Hou, after bidding farewell to Shen Xiuyi, he went to several places.

For example, the medicinal herb fields where he worked, or the village primary school, but without exception, he hit a wall.

Everyone was busy and no one had time to chat with him.

After just a few words, they were eager to continue working.

After working for a long time, I didn't get any key information.

In the village primary school, he was almost beaten by the teacher who mistook him for a human trafficker.

Moreover, those kids were very cunning. He took out fruit candies to lure them, but in the end, he gave all the fruit candies away and didn't get anything out of them.

He was very puzzled. Did the people in Qingshan Village receive any special training? Why did they all keep their mouths shut from the old to the young?

It seems that he can't get anything out of Qingshan Village, so he plans to think of other ways.

Just as Shen Xiuyi expected, Zhao Hou went to the surrounding villages to inquire about the news.

This time he asked in a different way and soon got some useful information.

"Uncle, do you know the young educated girl from Qingshan Village who deals in medicinal herbs? She's very famous."

"Feng Zhiqing! How could I not know her because she's so famous? Qingshan Village is so lucky to have her. The roads have been built and the electric wires have been connected... We are so envious!"

"Wait, Feng Zhiqing? Isn't his last name Ling?" Zhao Hou thought the old man remembered it wrong.

"Hush, let me think, I remember that girl's surname is not Ling, her surname is Feng, and her name has the word Ling in it, so she's called Feng Ling or something..." The old man was old, and after thinking for a long time, he slapped his head and said, "Oh, I remember, yes, her name is Feng Lingyu!"

"Uncle, are you sure?!" Zhao Hou's eyes lit up and he excitedly grabbed the uncle's hand.

"I'm sure she's very famous here. She's a model worker. You can see her commendation on the bulletin board of the commune, with her photo printed on it!"

The old man thought Zhao Hou thought he was getting old and confused, so he looked unhappy.

"Really? That's great, that's great, thank you, sir!" Zhao Hou's eyes lit up with excitement after receiving the useful information.

He took out a small roll of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

It all happened so fast that before the old man could react, he found that the strange young man had already run away.

He shook his head and looked down at the thing that was stuffed into his hand.

"This..." The old man rubbed his eyes in disbelief. After confirming that it was really money, he quickly put it in his arms and hurried home.

Now Zhao Hou rushed to Tuanjie Commune without stopping. He wanted to confirm Ling Feng's real name.

In fact, he already had an idea in his mind that this Ling Feng should be a pseudonym, and her real name was Feng Lingyu.

But everything must be 100% confirmed, he must see the evidence with his own eyes.

No wonder the people in Qingshan Village are so tight-lipped.

Ling Feng's identity was fake, and they were afraid that it would affect the village's medicinal materials business, so they helped her hide it.

I just don't know why Feng Lingyu changed his name to Lingfeng to do business with the young master...

Is there some conspiracy?

Zhao Hou is just a small character under Chen San and has no access to any information about the aristocratic family.

Therefore, he didn't know what the surname Feng actually meant...

In front of the bulletin board, Zhao Hou's hands began to tremble with excitement.

He stared at the photo in one of the reports.

It's really you! Ling Feng!

He must quickly pass this news back to Shanghai!

The girl in the black and white photo has a high ponytail. Although there are a few strands of hair on her forehead, it does not look messy. Instead, it has a unique sense of relaxation.

Although she has delicate facial features, her expression is calm, as if she doesn't care about anything. However, she looks so delicate that people subconsciously ignore her indifferent expression.

Especially those almond-shaped eyes, which were clearly black and white and bright. If you stare at them for a long time, you would feel that there were stars and the sea in them, as if they could suck you in through the glass.

The photo is only in black and white, but it makes people unconsciously start to imagine that the girl in the photo should have bright red lips, white skin, and beautiful pupils.

Many passers-by will subconsciously take a second look at the photo.

Some people looked at Zhao Hou's figure and shook their heads, and another young man was fascinated by the photos.

This symptom is the most serious. Look, my hands are shaking with excitement...

Alas, the girl is so pretty that these guys are attracted to her...

I don’t know who will marry such a beautiful girl in the future.