Jiang Shanshan was a little surprised when he saw Niu Sanpao lying half-dead on the ground.

I didn’t expect that the anti-wolf stick taken out from the mall would be so powerful.

"I'm not sure. I was planning to go to work, but he stopped me. I was about to call for help when I saw him foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground. I heard this is a terrible disease. When it goes crazy, it seems that it can hurt people."

When everyone heard that this disease could harm people, their faces changed.

At this time, Niu Jianguo, who was notified, came over.

Before they even found out the reason, Niu Jianguo asked the villagers to lock up Niu Sanpao and never let him out.

"Village chief, this Niu Sanpao is a dangerous person. What if he harms the children in the village? I strongly suggest that he be locked up and never released."

"That's right, Village Chief. This Niu Sanpao is a dangerous man. We don't know when his illness will flare up. If he goes crazy and attacks someone with a knife, we'll all be dead. We must lock him up."

Jiang Shanshan stood in the crowd, listening to the villagers' powerful suggestions, with a smug smile on his face.

It’s a pity that there is no mental hospital here, otherwise she would have given Niu Sanpao this gift.

However, she was quite satisfied with the result that he would never have the chance to come out again in his life.

After dealing with Niu Sanpao, Jiang Shanshan continued walking towards the village entrance with his son on his back.

By the time the mother and son arrived at the waste collection station, they were already an hour late.

As one of the employees here, Old Man Zhong has long been accustomed to her bad habit of being late for work from time to time.

"You're here just in time. Come and take a look at my painting and tell me what's so special about it." Old man Zhong, who was admiring a painting, saw the mother and son coming in and immediately waved to her.

Jiang Shanshan was no longer too frightened by Old Man Zhong's occasional tests on her.

As soon as she put her son Xiaodudu down, she picked up the painting in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while.

"The characters in the painting are full of life, and the artist has painted them in great detail, showing their emotions and psychology through their eyes. The painting skills are also remarkable and very mature. It is obvious that it is the work of a master."

Old Man Zhong was watching over the crawling little Dudu. After hearing her words, a satisfied expression appeared on his old face. "Girl, you have some talent for our line of work. It's a pity that there aren't many opportunities now. Otherwise, with all this experience, you could have surpassed me."

Jiang Shanshan immediately smiled modestly and said, "Compared to you, I'm still far behind."

"How is Aunt Zhong's illness now? Is she feeling better?" Jiang Shanshan asked after putting away the painting.

After working with Old Man Zhong for a long time, she finally learned that the old man had a partner and the couple lived in a small house in an urban village.

However, the old couple must have suffered a lot during that movement, which caused Aunt Zhong to be in poor health. Old man Zhong used all his monthly salary to buy medicine for his wife.

When Jiang Shanshan knew about this, he would take some medicine from the mall and send it over from time to time.

Of course, she removed the packaging so that no one could tell what was special about the medicine.

Through these interactions, her relationship with Old Man Zhong became better and better, and now they could be said to be both teachers and friends.