My cousin said that the young girl did that because she saw that he was alright and his cries for help were full of energy, so she didn't think he was going to die.

She also said that she thought the girl was very good, that she was vigilant, empathetic, kind, and smart.

If you just go to rescue anyone you see, what if you end up getting tied up yourself?

What if they get kidnapped and sold for selling kidneys?

When Ji Chuan heard this, he was almost furious.

With his looks and demeanor, how could he possibly be related to human traffickers?

Ugh, what an outrageous cousin! She's infuriating!

Sure enough, he had only been resting for two days when his cousin forced him to come and thank people again.

"Thank you, I accept this. No need for a red envelope."

“I didn’t do anything. You were rescued from the mountain by the village chief and the Party Secretary,” Lin Anshu said.

"What, you think it's not enough?"

As soon as Ji Chuan said this, he immediately received a slap on the head from his cousin, Party Secretary Xiao Zhang.

"Ouch!" Ji Chuan almost jumped up in pain.

How dare you talk like that?

"If you can't speak, you don't have to."

"Or perhaps you feel the red envelope you gave wasn't big enough and want to add more?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong." Ji Chuan immediately cowered when he met his cousin's threatening gaze.

He wasn't actually afraid of his cousin.

He was afraid his cousin would complain to the family.

His parents said that if he didn't reform himself and start a new life in the countryside, they would send him to the army.

His life goal is to be a lazy bum who lives off his parents.

Wouldn't you be exhausted to death if you went to the army?

No way, I'd rather die than go.

"Lin Anshu, my cousin is a little simple-minded, don't take it to heart."

"He genuinely wanted to thank you."

"He's just not very good at talking," said Secretary Zhang.

"Ah, yes, yes, Anshu, I mean it!"

"What I meant was... this small red envelope is really not enough to express my gratitude to you."

“I always felt that it was too little, and that we should give more,” Ji Chuan added.

"I really don't need the red envelope. I can feel Mr. Ji's sincerity."

"Secretary Zhang, have some tea," Lin Anshu said with a smile.

"Hmm." Secretary Zhang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his eyes immediately lit up.

"What kind of tea is this? It tastes so good!"

"Cousin, you should try some too."

"..." Ji Chuan.

Hmph, he won't drink it.

What good tea could there be in this rustic countryside?

When he's at home, he drinks the kind that costs 10,000 yuan per kilogram.

Judging from the appearance of this shop, the tea I bought probably didn't even cost more than two hundred yuan, right?