He is both brave and resourceful; even I can't do as well as him.

Zhou Jianshan quickly perked up: "My dear granddaughter, don't worry, Grandpa will go with you to withdraw the money tomorrow."

Song Qinghe was also worried about this: "Can someone other than the person in charge collect it?"

Zhou Jianshan laughed and said, "Of course you can. Bank supervision is not strict at all now. As long as you take your passbook to the bank and clearly state the account name, account number, and withdrawal amount, you can withdraw as much as you want and as many times as you want."

Hearing him say that, Song Qinghe immediately felt relieved.

The main problem was that she wasn't very familiar with the rules of this world and didn't really know what the specific withdrawal process was like in the 1960s.

Fortunately, Zhou Jianshan was there, otherwise she would have been in a real predicament.

In the real world, Song Qinghe generally uses electronic payments and rarely uses cash.

Aside from necessary procedures like opening an account, she rarely goes to the bank.

However, there is still one problem.

"Grandpa Zhou, do you have any reliable new faces over there?"

Are you afraid that Song Pingsheng will notice us?

"Yes, if we're going to fake our death, we should do it cleanly, and it's best if no one notices."

Yes, I'll look for it.

Zhou Jianshan immediately agreed, as he had a few reliable underlings.

It's just withdrawing money, there shouldn't be any problem.

Song Qinghe was right; the old man and the young girl were indeed too conspicuous.

Not to mention Song Qinghe, he also has quite a few enemies.

It would be bad if I accidentally caused Qinghe any trouble.

Zhou Jianshan immediately assured her that he would get the matter settled by tomorrow, and Song Qinghe could just wait at home to receive the money.

Song Qinghe didn't refuse; she was in a hurry to go to the countryside and needed to buy some supplies.

I won't bother with formalities with him; there's no point in being polite anyway.

Zhou Qingshan enjoyed the feeling of walking freely and insisted on strolling around his small courtyard twice before sitting down to eat with Song Qinghe.

Song Qinghe was really hungry. After eating half a roast chicken, she finally felt a little full.

After eating some side dishes and eggs, my stomach felt much better.

Zhou Qingshan was the same; he hadn't been in such a good mood in a long time.

I've never eaten so much delicious food before; I usually just eat a bite and call it a day.

As long as I'm alive, nothing else matters.

Now, eating Song Qinghe's cooking, I suddenly feel that it's good to be alive.

There is hope, there is something to look forward to.

"Qinghe, from now on you will be my granddaughter!"

"That's exactly right."

Song Qinghe subconsciously said that the relationship between Zhou Jianshan and Song Yiren was there.

If it weren't for this unexpected turn of events, the two families would have maintained even closer ties.

Moreover, Zhou Jianshan was the first elder to show kindness to him after he transmigrated.

She hadn't met the original owner's grandparents and parents yet.

For Song Qinghe, Zhou Jianshan perfectly matched her expectations of an elder.

If I had a grandfather, this would probably be how it is.

Zhou Jianshan was taken aback. "Yes, yes, yes!"

His granddaughter speaks so sweetly.

She is witty, brave, resourceful, has a sweet tongue, and is good at talking; she has many advantages.

No wonder Song Yiren is so worried about her; if he had a granddaughter like her, he certainly wouldn't be able to let her go either.

How could I possibly relax?

I wish I could keep them by my side at all times, for fear they might be kidnapped.

Zhou Jianshan felt a pang of reluctance at the thought of her going to the countryside.

What if such a good girl gets kidnapped by some blond-haired geezer or some clueless country bumpkin?

As Zhou Jianshan thought about it, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

I have a feeling that if Song Qinghe leaves, I will lose a good granddaughter. Should I...?

"Qinghe, let me introduce you to someone—"