After reading the letter, Jiang Qiao wanted to laugh bitterly. This guy had come to her to play the victim. Given Ning Hao's character, he could easily find people interested in him if he just waved around. Instead, he came to her to cry poor.

After putting down the letter and thinking for a while, she realized that since Ning Hao had already spoken, she couldn't not make some preparations.

To be honest, that guy is really pitiful. He's unloved by his father and mother, and his grandparents are in such a situation. No wonder he came to her to play the victim.

Actually, she could understand Ning Hao's feelings to some extent. She had been through that time too. While other people's parents would send them gifts, she had to worry about her father and nephew at home.

She had no choice but to get up and start packing. Fortunately, everything in the space was already there, and she was also lucky that she had scavenged quite a bit on this trip, otherwise, there would have been some things she didn't have.

She carefully selected some items, tearing off and replacing the packaging and labels. Seeing the large bag of things on the ground, she sighed, "Only she could bear to part with such a thing. Who else would do that?"

After tidying up, just as he opened the book, Wang Dahua called from outside, and Qiao Jie and Ning Zhengtao came out of the house.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Dahua looked a little embarrassed when she saw the two people, but no matter how embarrassed she was, she had to ask them. Although someone in the family earned a salary, with so many people spending money, there wasn't much left. She had borrowed from everyone in the yard, but she still hadn't raised enough. She had no other choice but to bite the bullet and come here.

After listening to Wang Dahua's explanation, Qiao Jie and Ning Zhengtao both sighed.

“Comrade Da Hua, we can lend you this money, but not to support your grandson to continue causing trouble. We are only helping you because we have been neighbors for many years. Alright, Old Qiao and I will each pay half of the remaining money.”

Wang Dahua looked at the two of them with complicated emotions, but she was still sincerely grateful. Other people were really not as generous as these two old men. They would only lend three or two yuan at a time. Now that the money was settled, her grandson's matter was finally looking forward.

"Thank you, Lao Qiao, Teacher Ning. I really don't know what to say. I will remember your kindness."

After Ning Zhengtao and Qiao Jie gave the money to Wang Dahua, they watched her leave with her back hunched over, and the two of them sighed again.

"Sigh, we've been neighbors for so many years. Wang Dahua used to be the kind of person who would rather die than trouble her neighbors. But now it's really different. She's willing to do anything for her grandson, even sacrificing her son's reputation."

Qiao Jie snorted coldly, "She'll have a lot to suffer in the future. Does she really think everything will be fine once she has a son and grandson? She's so wrong. Let's go back inside and have some tea."

Jiang Qiao never showed up. She was too lazy to get involved with the Jiang family. Besides, she wasn't without her own thoughts. What did Wang Dahua say back then? That her uncle was a martyr, and they, as family members, couldn't bring shame to the martyr, let alone cause trouble for the organization. Now look at her, she's done everything she can, just because he's her own son and grandson.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't moved. Although she didn't have much affection for Wang Dahua, people are afraid of comparisons. When compared, the treatment was worlds apart.

No wonder Wang Dahua's grandson is such a disappointment. He's given up on being a role model, and who knows what the future holds.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it and turned to read his book. The real skill is to eat what you need to eat.

The two old men next door were still drinking tea and sighing. Qiao Jie didn't have much sympathy for Wang Dahua either. Besides the children's upbringing, Wang Dahua also bore an unshirkable responsibility for the things that happened to the Jiang family children.

He watched Jiang Qiao grow up. When the child was working for Wang Dahua, that old lady was too strict. Now look at how she treats her own grandson. What a difference! That's the difference. He actually felt sorry for his granddaughter.

"Forget it, forget it, there's no point in talking about her. I used to think she was a pretty good person with good awareness, but now she's just so-so. As long as everyone can get by on the surface, that's fine."

Qiao Jie waved his hand, "You should go back to sleep too. You have to visit your wife tomorrow. Give her your regards."

Jiang Qiao went to bed quite late, busy reading, and it was only after the old man came over and reminded her that she finally rested.

The next morning, after breakfast, Jiang Qiao went to the post office to mail Ning Hao's things before leading Qiao Jie away with the items.

As for what happened to the children of those two families, she didn't even bother to ask. Aren't there police officers around? Once those people are in there, they won't be let out easily unless they get to the bottom of things. Do they really think that paying compensation will solve everything? They won't be done until they're locked up for a few days.

Qiao Jie was in a good mood, as he was about to meet Gu Hanting. He felt much more comfortable living in the countryside than in the city.

This time, the father and son took the bus, which Qiao Jie had just found out. The road was now open, so the two of them no longer needed to walk.

However, Jiang Qiao was still not used to the crowdedness of the bus, especially the various smells mixed together, which made her feel like she was going to get carsick.

Fortunately, as soon as they got on the bus, someone gave the old man a seat, which put Jiang Qiao at ease, and she thanked the person repeatedly.

After getting off the bus, Qiao Jie finally breathed a long sigh of relief. However, Gujia Village was still some distance from the station, so Jiang Qiao and the others would have to walk for about ten minutes.

This short distance is nothing to the grandfather and grandson; they can just treat it as a walk.

At this moment, the people of Gujia Village were busy on the mountain, taking advantage of the good weather to quickly harvest all the ripe crops. Whether it was rice paddies or dry land, there were people everywhere. When Jiang Qiao and his group came over, they saw the villagers working hard in the fields with their heads down.

Jiang Qiao and the others went back and tidied up briefly. The grandfather and grandson carried baskets and went to the fields. There were quite a few medicinal herbs by the fields. They picked herbs while greeting everyone.

Qiao Jie arrived at just the right time. There were several people who were in poor health, so the old man could take a look at them. Although the food had improved these past two days, harvesting crops was still heavy physical work, and those who were physically weak certainly couldn't handle it.

The old man was treating everyone in the field. Jiang Qiao took a look and saw that the crops that had been watered in time and were full of grains had already been harvested two days ago. You can imagine how intense the labor was. Those who worked year-round had blisters on their hands. They relied entirely on a sickle and their two hands. Even Jiang Qiao felt that it was not easy.

All we're getting now are those shriveled things. Even though they don't yield much, every little bit counts. Even if they're crushed, there's still chaff left. It's better to have something to eat than to go hungry.

Seeing Gu Hanting bent over, cutting corn, Jiang Qiao put down her basket and ran straight to his side.

Without saying a word, she handed the water bottle to Gu Hanting, took the sickle, and went to cut corn herself.

"Qiao'er, no need, I'll do it—"

Gu Hanting felt sorry for his granddaughter. She had never done farm work before, and there was a skill involved. You can't just rely on brute force. Besides, her hands were so delicate. He would feel sorry for her if she got blisters.

"Grandpa Gu, you take a rest first. I'm tired, you can take over for me then—"