When they saw Old Lady Yao sitting in the court, the professors from various departments suddenly changed their expressions and left in a hurry with their students.
"Teacher, why don't you continue reading?"
One professor put it more tactfully: "The old lady's trial was too murderous. You are still children..."
Some people shook their heads speechlessly: "What a sin! This old lady is about to retire, who dug her out?!"
Back at Minzu University, a curious discussion began within the Minzu University branch of the Legal Aid Group.
Yu Zhaowen, who had no idea how he had sneaked into the group, scratched his head and asked Director Jie.
"Teacher Xie, who is this old lady? Why are we running so fast?"
"From what I've heard from several professors, I'm afraid this old lady has some old-fashioned ideas. I don't think she'll cause any trouble. Given the current political climate... some of the old-fashioned methods might not be approved by the higher-ups."
Director Xie glanced at Boss Yu indifferently.
"Teacher, let me teach you a lesson. From now on, when you see this old lady, run as far away as you can."
Boss Yu’s eyes lit up. Could it be that this old lady’s family background was very...
Director Xie is an experienced man and he can guess what these students are thinking about.
He hurriedly explained to prevent these guys from causing trouble.
"I'm afraid this batch of cases will be concluded just like that, and the result is the one that no one expected."
"The man surnamed Ma and the people behind him will definitely lose a lot this time. No one will bother with this stubborn old lady because of such things."
"Don't ask about the rest, and don't bother with this old lady. She's very shrewd, and she has a bad temper."
After a fruitless discussion, everyone had to go their separate ways.
However, Director Jie's words were so vague that Zhang Hongcheng felt like he was being scratched by a monkey.
The old envelope was thrown away and the fat man came online.
"Godfather, your goddaughter and I beg you to take it easy and not mess with this old lady Yao!!!!"
"It's not that Old Lady Yao's family background is particularly impressive, but rather that she is alone and has no descendants, and yet she is incredibly stubborn."
"I beg you not to think that she is just a little French G from a certain district."
"That old lady's parents, parents-in-law, husband, and three children are all dead on the peninsula, and she raised four orphans with her own hands. In your era, the worst person among them would have been a deputy division commander..."
After reading the fat man's letter, Zhang Hongcheng's heart was hanging for a long time before he finally let go.
Fortunately, he did not develop a strong curiosity about the old lady at that time.
Although this old lady does not have a powerful family background, anyone who dares to provoke her will probably end up badly.
"Speaking of which, Fatty, hasn't he noticed that the generations between him and his daughter are messed up...?"
Originally, Zhang Hongcheng thought that the matter was over, but a few days later he received another letter from the fat man.
The letter begins with three huge exclamation marks.
"Godfather, please do me a favor!"
"I just came out of my great-grandmother's house and learned a little about this old lady Yao."
"Mrs. Yao passed away in 1996. Her biggest regret was that she never found the remains of her father, husband, and youngest son."
"Around 2005, a unit in Shanxi Province was responsible for sorting out the birthplaces and relics of martyrs at a certain unknown martyrs' cemetery. They discovered that the birthplaces of more than a dozen martyrs were in the wrong place, including those of Old Lady Yao's father and youngest son."
"Please, please, please help. Before the old lady passes away, let her see the remains and belongings of her father and youngest son."
In the two-bedroom room of Prince Gong's Mansion, Zhang Hongcheng looked at the letter in silence.
Little did he know that in the main room next door, Chu Miaohong was looking at the small box with a few stamps missing with a thoughtful expression.
——Is this guy really desperately writing letters to someone?
The beautiful eyes revealed a dangerous yet graceful message.
Zhang Hongcheng had no space to store things, so he hid his private money and personal belongings in places he thought were secret.
But Chu Miaohong had already discovered her husband's little secret.
This small box was exactly what Zhang Hongcheng used to store stamps. He habitually dug a hole in the old beam of the two-bedroom apartment in Prince Gong's Mansion.
Chu Miaohong didn't feel unhappy at all.
She knew that Zhang Hongcheng would not find another woman behind her back, but he definitely had something very secret to hide from her.
Before, she pretended not to know and didn't ask, but as the days of marriage passed, she became more and more curious about the little secrets hidden by her husband.
"This guy probably already knew the secret of my space, but he kept it hidden. The key is probably in these letters he sent without telling me."
"Hehe, since you're hiding it from me, I'll just assume you're doing something bad behind my back!"
The logic in her mind was forced to close, and Chu Miaohong issued the determination result with satisfaction.
Carrying a shopping basket and some money, Chu Miaohong messed up her hair in front of the mirror, then went out humming a Peking opera tune.
Putting aside the fat man's request, Zhang Hongcheng would not stand idly by just for the sake of the eight martyrs in the old lady's family.
He was just thinking about how to intervene in this matter.
Speaking of Shanxi Province, Zhang Hongcheng seemed to remember that he still knew a few people who owed him some favors on sacks.
He walked out of the inner room and came to the main room after thinking for a while, but found that Chu Miaohong was not there, and the vegetable basket by the door was gone. It seemed that she had gone to buy vegetables.
He was about to write back to the fat man when he subconsciously moved a stool over to touch a certain spot on the beam.
Suddenly, Zhang Hongcheng's hand froze, and a chill crept up from the end of his spine to the back of his head.
The thin thread that he had deliberately stuck to the edge of the hole in the beam was gone!
But everything he hid in the hole in the beam was found, even more than a thousand yuan of private money and dozens of bills.
Zhang Hongcheng slapped his forehead in frustration.
He regretted it. The stamps he had carefully hidden before were all sent and received in old envelopes and were always kept by the fat man. Whenever the fat man wrote to him, he would send him a stamp he needed along with the letter.
Later, both of them relaxed because they found it too troublesome.
Who would have thought that this beautiful girl Chu Miaohong would investigate her husband thoroughly without making a sound.
Hehehe.
After Chu Miaohong came back from buying groceries, the two of them continued to talk and laugh while cooking and eating together until the evening...
"What are you doing?"
"Hey, husband, I'm going to kill someone to silence them!"
"Pfft! Giggling, giggle, giggle, stop, it's itchy."
"Let me go, chuckle, chuckle, I'll return it to you."
A familiar thin thread was taken out from the space by Chu Miaohong, who begged for mercy with a smile, and was hung on a man's ear.
The specific follow-up is difficult to write, so here I come with a serious doggerel.
(Where’s the poem? Ahem, I ate it. I’m scared. Look at the group.)
This doggerel poem talks about people who can't sleep because of insomnia. Those who have wrong thoughts should go and face the wall.
For example, the neighbors around here didn’t sleep well in the middle of the night…
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