"Zhiqiang, I know that now that your uncle Fan has passed away, you are under a lot of psychological pressure. All the responsibilities of the family are on you alone. How can you not feel tired?" Yan Shuhua was unwilling to put too much pressure on him. "Now I have handed over almost half of the medicine shop to you, so you have to do a good job."

Fan Zhiqiang immediately became very energetic: "Master's wife, don't worry, I will do my best."

Yan Shuhua patted his shoulder and said, "And I know you have certain abilities, but I really can't teach you acupuncture right now. I will teach you when you have a better understanding of all the herbs."

Since the master's wife had already said so, Fan Zhiqiang couldn't say anything more, but suddenly he thought of some very important details.

"Master's Wife, I have a small suggestion." Fan Zhiqiang said, "I think there are many medicinal herbs in the capital that we don't have here. I think we can buy some medicinal herbs from there, and then sell the ones that are not available in the capital. Wouldn't we be able to make more money this way?"

In order to make it easier to get his hair cut and washed, Fan Zhiqiang cuts his hair very short and wears the same coat all day long. He looks a bit bloated because he wears so many clothes, but it does not affect his facial features. Every time he raises his hand, he shows more and more of his father's righteous spirit.

"I have indeed thought about this, but I just don't have enough manpower." Yan Shuhua also felt that this was a very profitable channel, but she was suffering from the lack of sufficient manpower. She was also worried about leaving it to others.

"Why don't I do this kind of hard work in the future? I want to learn more. I think running back and forth like this will not only help me learn a lot, but also help me practice my courage."

Fan Zhiqiang has almost said everything he was thinking. Seeing that they have all returned during this period, he doesn't know how his father's murderer is doing in the capital. If he can go to the capital, he can find out more about him. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.

How could Yan Shuhua not notice such a little thought? Just as she was about to speak, Xiao Jinchu suddenly stretched out his hand and told her not to say anything more.

"This is a good idea, Zhiqiang. Since you want to go so much, then go ahead." Xiao Jinchu gave Yan Shuhua a look to prevent her from interrupting.

Seeing that his master's wife did not reject him, Fan Zhiqiang thought that she would probably let him do it in the future.

When Fan Zhiqiang left, Yan Shuhua quickly pulled Xiao Jinchu back into the room and asked him why he let Fan Zhiqiang go today even though he knew that he wanted to take revenge.

"How did Uncle Fan die?" Xiao Jinchu poured himself a cup of tea, and after drinking it, he slowly asked Yan Shuhua, who replied, "He was killed by Xiao Yanmin."

"If a man doesn't know that the murderer of his father is out there and is at large, and he remains indifferent and doesn't dare to seek revenge, then what's the point of such a man living in this world?"

"Zhiqiang is really a man. Before, he just wanted to settle the score, but I kept holding him back, so I didn't let him go. Now that it's been so long, it's normal for him to want revenge, but he's not as impulsive as before when he talks about revenge. He just wants to test the waters. I believe that after such a long time, he should understand everything."

Xiao Jinchu spoke these words slowly, and Yan Shuhua understood what Xiao Jinchu's intention was. He could not wipe out Fan Zhiqiang's desire for revenge. After all, it was entirely because of this desire for revenge that he had been able to persist and change until now.

At this point, Xiao Jinchu couldn't help but raise his voice in a somewhat accusatory tone: "And you said today that you would give acupuncture to that girl. This is indeed too early."

After Xiao Jinchu's reminder, Yan Shuhua thought carefully and seemed to realize that he had indeed said something wrong. He scratched his nose and ears and said, "I didn't think too much at the time. I just thought it out. After all, I thought that girl really looked like Li Mei, and she was also very smart. I just wanted to make up for it."

Yan Shuhua felt deeply guilty towards Li Mei. He felt very sorry for Li Mei's death, so he wanted to make up for this guilt on Li Jialing, who looked like Li Mei.

Although he knew that this was putting the cart before the horse, Yan Shuhua still did it.

"Actually, I know what you're thinking, but you have to be very clear that the girl is not Li Mei. You can't put the guilt you feel towards Li Mei on a stranger."

Xiao Jinchu's words made Yan Shuhua lose all her motivation to do things, but she was open-minded and recovered after a while: "Jinchu, now that I think about it, I really find that I did something wrong."

When Yan Shuhua mentioned Li Mei, he naturally thought of her mother. He thought that he had not contacted her for such a long time and wondered how she was doing.

"Jinchu, let's go see Aunt Li together tomorrow, shall we?" Yan Shuhua suddenly said this to Xiao Jinchu before going to sleep. Xiao Jinchu, who was hugging her tightly behind her, nodded and said, "I'll go with you tomorrow, but now..."

His hands began to become restless, and Yan Shuhua of course realized what he wanted to do. She turned over and lay face to face with him, feeling the man's breath coming towards her, and then suddenly he stayed on her lips, and the masculine taste gradually spread in her mouth.

"Jinchu..." Yan Shuhua stretched out her hands and hugged his waist, enduring the pleasure and pleasure he created in her again and again.

It was late at night, and the moonlight was like a thin veil covering the two bodies, making for a beautiful night...

The next day, Yan Shuhua took the clothes he bought in the capital and went to the neighboring village to visit Li's mother. Of course, Xiao Jinchu also accompanied him. Xiao Jinchu was quite famous in Xiaowa Village, and as soon as he showed up, everyone couldn't help but want to get closer to see him.

Lijia and Xiaowa Village are at the junction, which is not too remote. However, because it had just rained, the floor was very wet. Yan Shuhua was wearing a pair of cloth shoes and tried his best not to step on the mud, but he still stepped on it accidentally and his shoes were ruined.