Gu Zhengfeng initially found his daughter somewhat amusing, but seeing the little girl's anxious expression, he couldn't laugh anymore.

There are some things about their family that he can't tell the child yet. The girl is too young and doesn't know the wickedness of people. It's better to wait until the child is older before talking to her.

As for his father-in-law's family, he couldn't say for sure, since their situation was quite different from his father's. His father was currently living in a cowshed, while the other family was doing well.

However, although the child's worries are somewhat childish, a lack of foresight will inevitably lead to immediate troubles.

He looked at his wife with a serious expression and said, "You should write the letter quickly. Whether it's true or not, it's better to keep it hidden. After all, it's your own thing. If it's like my father, your family will be crying. All the hard work of your ancestors will be gone."

Although Wen Jingwan got up, her attitude said it all.

"How could that be? If we were talking about dealing with these people, we would have done it long ago. It's been so many years, and there's still no movement."

Jiang Qiao snorted, "Mom, if you don't want to write it, then I'll go to my grandma's house and demand it myself. That way, you won't have nowhere to cry later. Tell my grandpa and grandma to keep a low profile. People only slaughter pigs after they've fattened them up. Do I need to explain this to you?"

Gu Zhengfeng hugged his daughter and whispered in her ear, "Girl, how did you figure that out?"

Jiang Qiao shrugged and gave her father a helpless look. "You guys stay in the military camp every day, your brains are getting rusty. It's much more lively outside than here."

You know about steelmaking, right? Many people handed over their pots and pans, and some even demolished other people's houses to get bricks. Just imagine, would you have thought of such a situation ten years ago?

Therefore, it's important to plan ahead and prepare in advance. My grandfather always said, "We don't harm others, but we must learn to protect ourselves. He's a prime example."

Wen Jingwan was really panicked this time. If the child hadn't brought it up, she would have really thought the child was worrying unnecessarily. But if things went this way, something really bad might happen.

Jiang Qiao leaned on her father's shoulder and said, "Mom, write your letter more subtly. Hmm, include some gossip and let Grandpa figure it out himself. Tell him not to spread it around."

He's been in business for so long, he should still have some common sense, right?

Wen Jingwan quickly sat down to write a letter. She really didn't have the mood to think about it anymore, and she also wanted to tell her family about the child.

She had seen how much her parents adored their daughter back then. There was nothing she could do; this little girl had won over her maternal grandfather's heart.

Gu Zhengfeng took this opportunity to tell Jiang Qiao about his father-in-law.

“Back when you were just a tiny little thing, your grandpa and his family came to see you. You were such a little girl, you didn’t even recognize anyone, but you were all smiles at your grandpa. You wouldn’t let anyone else hold you, you only wanted to be with your grandpa.”

Gu Zhengfeng suddenly remembered a very serious problem: "Qiao'er, remember to always wear that brand, and never take it off."

Jiang Qiao rarely saw Gu Zhengfeng speak to her with such an expression. Actually, she was puzzled. Her grandfather had also told her to wear this thing, but no one had told her what was so strange about it.

"Dad, you're wearing it. Can you tell me why you have to wear it all the time? It doesn't seem to do any good."

Then her face tightened, "Don't try to fool me. Grandpa said it, and you said it too. There must be something fishy going on here."

Wen Jingwan, who was writing a letter at her desk, looked up and stared at her husband with a complicated expression. The couple exchanged glances for a while, and Gu Zhengfeng nodded to his wife.

Wen Jingwan, who was writing, also came to the kang (a heated brick bed).

Holding her daughter, she sighed, "Qiao'er, tell Mom, have there been any strange things or changes in you over the years?"

Jiang Qiao really couldn't say for sure. How would she know? When Xiao Jiang Qiao left, she didn't have any memory of this. She remembered that Wang Dahua took down that sign, but she couldn't remember how long ago.

He shook his head in confusion. "Mom, I don't understand what you mean?"

Gu Zhengfeng explained from the side, "Qiao'er, when your mother gave birth to you, the old tree in our yard that had been dead suddenly sprouted, and it was in winter. Only your mother, your grandfather, and I knew about this. At that time, your grandfather and I cut down the tree, afraid of causing trouble."

The next day, an old monk came to your door and gave you this plaque, engraved with the name I gave you, a name that the old monk had approved.

After listening, Jiang Qiao remained silent for a long time. Could it be that Xiao Jiang Qiao was her reincarnation, and that this sign had guided her here?

She couldn't tell anyone about it, and Gu Zhengfeng didn't give her any further explanation; what he said was the same as what her grandfather had told her.

Seeing her father's anxious expression, Jiang Qiao felt a bit conflicted. Before, she felt that she should enjoy her parents' love on behalf of little Jiang Qiao and fulfill her responsibilities for her.

But these parents were really good to her, so good that she couldn't find any fault with them.

Upon arriving at her home, they immediately took out and displayed everything they had prepared for her; only biological parents could do something so selfless towards their child.

What should she do? If she continues to associate with this couple, she feels that no matter how well she hides things, who is his father? He crawled out of piles of corpses, what can't he understand?

Turning to look at her mother, she hesitated again. She didn't know whether she should trust the couple. She was afraid of experiencing betrayal again, an outcome she didn't want to see.

Gu Zhengfeng couldn't possibly ignore the child's hesitant expression, especially the child's little eyes, which made his heart ache.

He hugged his daughter and said, "Sweetie, let's not think about anything anymore, let's go to sleep—"

Jiang Qiao felt it was best to postpone the matter, as she couldn't afford to gamble any further.

After the child fell asleep, Wen Jingwan looked at her husband with tears in her eyes.

"Do you think something's wrong with the child? This kid is really something, can't he even tell his own parents?"

Gu Zhengfeng sighed and patted his wife on the back. "Don't think so much. Our child has suffered so much. What do you think she's going to do? She's more sensitive than anyone else and can't take any more hurt. Take it slow. She's our daughter. One day, she'll tell us."

Wen Jingwan sighed and sealed the letter. "Do you really think this letter should be mailed?"

Gu Zhengfeng nodded seriously. "The child said so, so just listen to him. To be honest, the two of us have been here for a long time, but we may not have a broader perspective than the child."

This girl, don't underestimate her just because she's young. Because of her childhood experiences, she's much more sensitive to changes in the outside world than most people. It's quite tough on her; she had to start earning money at such a young age to take care of that old lady, and she even dropped out of school.