After dinner, Xing Zhaozhao didn't stay at home. She packed up all the chicken, duck, pork, mutton, and beef that Gao Hongfei had bought, which they couldn't finish at home in a short time, and sent them to Brother Fei in town to dispose of them, so they wouldn't spoil and go to waste.
Fei Ge's eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful marbling on the beef: "Good stuff, but there's not enough of it."
Xing Zhaozhao glared at him: "Is this all? And it was only with great difficulty that we managed to get it."
Fei Ge nodded: "I understand." Just by looking at the quality of this meat, you can tell that it must be specially supplied by the higher-ups. Even if you have connections, you might not be able to get it. After all, given the current situation, not many people would dare to tamper with it.
"As expected of Sister Xing." Fei Ge gave Xing Zhaozhao a thumbs up. She's really bold.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." Why does it feel like they're not praising her?
"Is that all?" Fei asked. The stuff is good, but it's not enough to even fill a tooth gap.
“I still have some at home, but there’s a lot of stuff, so it’s not convenient for me to bring it over during the day,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
Fei immediately understood: "It'll be dark tonight, I'll have Xiao Fa come to your place to move it."
After leaving Fei Ge's place, Xing Zhaozhao went to Dacheng Street to deliver spices to the old principal and the letter that Qin Shi had asked her to deliver.
As soon as I arrived at Lin Wan's house, I saw Lin's uncle's two eldest grandsons coming out.
Having just returned from being frightened by Xing Zhaozhao, Uncle Lin's two grandsons had finished their meal and their initial fear had mostly dissipated. They were about to go out to play as usual when, upon opening the door, they came face to face with Xing Zhaozhao, who happened to be passing by.
After a brief moment of shock, the two little ones burst into tears and ran into the house, crying, "Grandpa, Grandma, something terrible has happened! The tigress has come to our door!"
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." Who are you calling a tigress? Where's your manners?
"What tigress?" Aunt Lin curiously peeked out and, unfortunately, her eyes met Xing Zhaozhao's.
Aunt Lin's pupils contracted, and she slammed the door shut with a "bang," shouting, "It's terrible, husband! Your niece has come to the door with a knife!"
The room instantly descended into chaos.
"Don't be afraid, lock the door tight, she can't get in," Uncle Lin shouted. "If she does get in, Dafang, you go and hold the front."
"Why me?"
"You're young and strong, isn't it your duty to protect your elderly father and child?"
"You're the head of the household, so you get all the good food and clothes first. You're definitely the one who gets to go first."
"You unfilial son..."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." This whole family is seriously ill.
Xing Zhaozhao ignored her and went directly to the old principal's house next door.
It was Old Mrs. Qin who came to open the door.
Upon seeing Xing Zhaozhao, Grandma Qin beamed with joy: "Little Xing is here! Come in and sit down."
"Yes," Xing Zhaozhao replied with a smile and went inside.
When she didn't see Xiao Qin, she asked, "Is Xiao Shi not here?"
"He's out treasure hunting again," said Grandma Qin. The family doesn't need the money he earns from collecting recyclables anymore, but they won't stop him from going out treasure hunting if he wants, as long as he's careful.
"Are you here to look for Xiao Shi?" Old Mrs. Qin asked.
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head: "I came to see the old headmaster. I had promised him before that I would help him find the spices, and I have finally found them all."
Grandma Qin immediately turned around and called into the house, "Old Qin, Xiao Xing is looking for you."
The old principal quickly came out of the room, saw Xing Zhaozhao, and greeted her with a smile: "Little Xing is here."
Xing Zhaozhao took the bag of spices out of her basket and handed it to the old principal: "These are the spices you asked me to find before. Please check them and see if there are any problems."
The old principal carried the bag into the room, took out the items and carefully checked them one by one, nodding: "Not bad, and of excellent quality."
Xing Zhaozhao was relieved to hear this: "It's good that there's no problem."
"How much is it in total?" the old principal asked.
Xing Zhaozhao shook her head: "No need."
The old headmaster frowned and disagreed: "How can that be? These spices aren't cheap. Besides, at this time of year, it probably won't be easy to find so many."
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and said, "Principal, please don't misunderstand. These spices are indeed not cheap, and I won't be polite with you about the money. Once you've made another batch of incense, I can just deduct it from my profits after I sell it, so as to avoid the hassle of giving money back and forth." The main problem was that calculating the money between the two sides was too troublesome, and she wanted to save herself some trouble.
"I see." The old principal understood, had no objections, nodded, and said, "That's fine then."
"Oh, right." Xing Zhaozhao took out a letter from her pocket and handed it to the old principal, along with a wad of cash. "Someone asked me to give you a letter and this money."
The old principal took the letter and glanced at it; it was completely blank, with nothing written on it.
He looked at Xing Zhaozhao in confusion: "Who gave me the letter?"
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and said, "You'll see when you see it."
After saying goodbye to the old principal and Mrs. Qin, she left.
After seeing Xing Zhaozhao off, Old Mrs. Qin returned to the house and saw that the old principal was still holding the letter without making a move. She couldn't help but urge him, "Open it and take a look."
The old headmaster nodded, carefully opened the envelope, took out the letter inside, and unfolded it.
The words on the page read: Dear Grandpa and Grandma.
The old headmaster frowned and exchanged a surprised look with Old Mrs. Qin.
Although they have more than one grandson, Qin Shi, the other two have already been taken away by their unfilial son. Not to mention that they would never write to their grandparents, who would become a stain on their reputation, even if they did, there would be no reason for them to have Xing Zhaozhao deliver the letter.
Moreover, the handwriting on the letter looked strangely familiar, like that of Xiao Qinshi, but even more vigorous and powerful.
Filled with doubt, the two elders continued reading.
As I watched, my eyes widened involuntarily, and my breathing became rapid.
Until I saw the final signature: Your dearest grandson Qin Shi, April 2025.
Their breaths hitched at the same time.
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