Zhao Qinghe, accompanied by her fiancé and a group of guards, rode at full speed all the way.
He spent several days inspecting the orphanages in the prefectural city, the county seat, and Qingyang County.
Once she was certain that the children were receiving good care and education, Zhao Qinghe felt relieved.
Of course, Zhao Qinghe was not reckless. First, she sent a master of light-body skills to keep watch, and then during her patrol, she randomly selected some children to check.
As the saying goes, once inseparable, her examination naturally included taking her pulse.
Fearing she wasn't sharp enough to detect the evil intentions of the orphanage's caretakers, she secretly drugged them in the middle of the night.
The manager who was drugged became completely dazed within half an hour, answering every question without holding anything back.
After asking the questions that had caused her concern and administering the antidote to the stewards, she went back to rest with a clear conscience.
The next morning, several managers felt dizzy and lightheaded, as if they had drunk fake alcohol the night before.
We consulted an elderly doctor who taught medicine to children, and he concluded that the children were suffering from mental stress, excessive worry, and exhaustion.
The managers scratched their heads, wondering when they had ever been under such stress.
Even with the arrival of the Fourth Miss, it didn't seem to have any impact on them, did it? Isn't this just normal management?
The fourth young lady isn't a tiger, and they haven't done anything wrong, so why is it such a big deal?
In the end, the old doctor always brushed them off.
Zhao Qinghe, the instigator, left as the sun rose after confirming that the orphanage staff were alright.
Her time is extremely precious, and she repeats the same process at the next orphanage.
When the large group returned to Zhao Family Village, they received a warm welcome and a great deal of attention.
The village elders all came out.
They surrounded Zhao Qinghe, preventing her from leaving.
"Hey, how are your grandparents? How are your parents?"
"Hey, have any of the children from our village who went out asked you to send messages back?"
Zhao Qinghe quickly distributed family letters and gifts to the elderly on the spot.
There were only a dozen or so letters home, since there weren't many fellow townsmen living in the capital with him.
Every household brings gifts; people of the same lineage can't travel far and return home without bringing gifts.
Apart from silk and cotton fabrics, everything else was bought in the prefectural city.
Even so, the elderly were overjoyed.
Regardless of the price of the gift, the sentiment behind it is what matters.
Zhao Family Village is now completely different from what it used to be.
The previous mud-brick houses, thatched huts, and bamboo huts have been replaced by small buildings constructed with blue bricks and gray tiles.
Each household has high walls, and the rooftops of the small buildings can be vaguely seen from outside the walls.
The changes in the village are considerable.
The only things that remain unchanged are the factory and the clan school at the village entrance.
The factory continues to operate, and the sound of children reading aloud can still be heard from the clan school.
Walking through the village, you can occasionally hear a dog barking or a rooster crowing, creating a strong sense of everyday life.
Bai Hetang followed behind Zhao Qinghe, giving off a feeling of a young bride meeting her in-laws.
"He'er, your Zhao Family Village is really well built."
Look at them, they live a much more affluent life than the people in the capital.
But which house is yours?
Bai Hetang grew increasingly anxious as he walked. He had been walking for a quarter of an hour, and he still hadn't reached his father-in-law's house.
He was exhausted from the long and arduous journey.
They finally arrived at their destination. Along the way, people kept stopping the carriage to talk to them. His fiancée was walking on the ground, so how could he, her fiancé, be on the carriage?
As for horseback riding, let's forget about it.
He rode at breakneck speed all the way, but he could no longer endure it. Even the best wound medicine could not save his two bloodied thighs.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain and saw the large characters "Qingshan Xiaozhu" (Green Mountain Cottage), Zhao Qinghe's eyes reddened.
It has been so many years since I left that I have never returned home.
Bai Hetang's eyes also reddened; he was crying tears of joy because he no longer needed to walk.
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