Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli locked their things at home and, instead of eating, went to deliver food to the other side first.
They moved quickly and arrived home when it was still bright outside, around five o'clock.
After arriving at the cowshed, Jiang Ci had already become familiar with the gatekeeper, who wore a red armband. For her, building good relationships with anyone was an incredibly easy thing.
There's only one person locked up here. Even if Shen Conghe comes in, there will only be two people. There's nothing lucrative or worth keeping here, so the guards, all dressed in red sleeves, are quite unhappy with their jobs.
Jiang Ci subtly built a closer relationship with him, and the man became less wary of her.
Liu San watched Jiang Ci open her lunchbox and casually asked, "Did you make meat tonight?"
Jiang Ci said, "No, the brigade has been busy with the harvest recently, and the brigade leader has been organizing people to work hard, so the food here is a bit poor."
After saying that, Jiang Ci smiled and said, "My husband went to town yesterday. I heard that the director treated his colleagues in the association to lunch at the state-run restaurant."
Liu San was very unhappy when he heard Jiang Ci's words.
Why is he eating meager rations here while the people in town are living the high life every day?
Liu San was unhappy and lost all interest in rummaging through the old man's food. He barely looked at it and told Jiang Ci to put it away. "Alright, alright, you can take it over there!"
Jiang Ci agreed and closed the lunchbox.
Feeling frustrated, Liu San turned and went back into the house. He closed the door, lay down on the bed, and began to make plans.
Jiang Ci turned her head and glanced at it before taking a step forward.
Shen Conghe had just finished her work. Here, only the elderly enjoy the privilege of having meals delivered to them. Shen Conghe not only had to do an excessive amount of work, but also had to cook for herself.
The food was also the kind of thing that was extremely difficult to swallow.
The two men met each other.
Jiang Ci calmly nodded to Chen Conghe.
Shen Conghe's lips twitched. "If anyone comes to you asking about me, please tell her not to worry."
He spoke in a very low voice, so that only Jiang Ci and himself could hear him.
“Jiang Zhiqing, the extracurricular reading materials I showed to the students at school were Grimm’s Fairy Tales, not some random stuff.”
Jiang Ci didn't say anything and walked away on her own.
Shen Conghe watched her retreating figure, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Jiang Ci came here to deliver food. From Shen Conghe's observation, she discovered that Jiang Ci was a very clever person who subtly cultivated a close relationship with Liu San, the guard with red armbands.
Liu San used to enjoy making the old man's food disgusting, but as Jiang Ci and Liu San's relationship improved, Liu San stopped touching the food in the lunchbox. At most, he would put the eggs, meat, and other things into his own bowl.
Jiang Ci subtly helped the old man avoid being mistreated by others.
Shen Conghe believed she was a good person.
If his family finds her, Shen Conghe hopes Jiang Ci can pass on a few words for him, even if it's just to reassure them.
Even Shen Conghe, who had met all sorts of people, couldn't discern Jiang Ci's attitude.
She was more elusive than he had imagined.
Jiang Ci had no idea what Shen Conghe was thinking, and even if she did, she would just laugh it off.
She could do nothing, after all, Shen Conghe would be able to walk out of here and reunite with his family in two months.
But what if his family goes to extremes to save him...? Jiang Ci lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
As usual, she went to the old man's door and placed the lunchbox in the usual spot.
Jiang Ci was about to leave when she looked up and was startled.
There was someone suddenly standing under the shed!
His cheeks were sunken, and the wrinkles piled up together made him almost unrecognizable.
His tattered clothes were loose and baggy, and his exposed arms were practically skin and bones.
He was an old man who was extremely thin.
Jiang Ci met his eyes.
Compared to his thinness, what was most striking was the old man's eyes, which were exceptionally clear, neither cloudy nor dim, but bright and clear, as clean as a lake.
Jiang Ci was shocked.
The old man seemed to glance at her only once before lowering his head again, holding a pen and paper in his hand, writing something.
Jiang Ci glanced at it casually.
The western sun shone its golden rays onto his paper, which was covered with dense formulas and English letters.
Eci couldn't understand the formulas, but she could understand English letters.
Thrust to weight ratio.
Thrust-to-weight ratio.
Jiangci's brain was working at lightning speed. Thrust-to-weight ratio—that term sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd heard it before.
She said nothing, put down the lunchbox in her hand, and left on her own.
There has been significant progress today.
At least she saw what the person who had been delivering her food looked like.
She knew whether it was worth it for her to take some risks for this old man.
Clearly, she felt it was worth it.
Jiang Ci trusted her intuition, and her intuition told her that this old man must be an extremely important person.
We can't let him die here.
Jiang Ci patted the door of Liu San's house. "The lunchbox is already there. I'll be leaving now."
"Let's go!"
Liu San's tone was not good, and he was obviously still bothered by what Jiang Ci had said to him.
Jiang Ci smiled slightly, said nothing, and walked away.
Zhou Mingli waited for her outside. As soon as Jiang Ci got into the back seat, Zhou Mingli started walking back.
“Shen Conghe spoke to me today. He thinks his family might come to me because of him.” Jiang Ci didn’t hide anything from Zhou Mingli and told him directly what had happened inside.
Zhou Mingli said, "I've never met Shen Conghe. I'll have to find out if he's a trustworthy person."
Jiang Ci: "That's what I was thinking too. Shall we go to town together tomorrow?"
Zhou Mingli pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, bring the two children along this time too."
They can't keep relying on Sister-in-law Yu to take care of their children.
Jiangci had no objections.
Jiang Ci patted Zhou Mingli on the back, "Thrust to weight ratio."
"What?" Zhou Mingli didn't understand Jiang Ci's meaning for a moment.
Jiang Ci repeated the English phrase again, "Thrust-to-weight ratio, what kind of things use this parameter?"
Zhou Mingli and Jiang Ci were classmates at the same university, majoring in the same subject, but their electives were different.
Zhou Mingli repeated the word Jiang Ci said several times before he finally remembered what it meant: "The engine will use this parameter."
He recited a few formulas and asked Jiang Ci, "Have you seen them before?"
Jiang Ci tugged at Zhou Mingli's clothes, excitedly saying, "I saw him! It's that old man! He wrote these formulas on the paper today!"
"Zhou Mingli! Your brain really works better than mine! You can still remember what you learned in college!"
Zhou Mingli's ears turned slightly red from Jiang Ci's praise. He pretended to be calm and quickly steered the conversation back on track, "That old man was studying an engine? What kind of engine?"
Car? Boat? Or...?
Jiang Ci said, "How would I know? That page only had this string of English words. I couldn't understand those formulas, otherwise I would have been able to guess that it was an engine."
Jiangci is a boss, not an engineer, and he doesn't know everything or know how to do everything.
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