Chapter 10: Getting rid of the old (1)
The wonderful and meaningful National Day holiday is over, but Zhang Mo and the others did not go straight back to W City.
Because Zhou Jing also took on a big cleaning job here.
The person seeking help was an aunt surnamed Fang (57 years old), who hoped to ask Zhou Jing to help clean the courtyard house where her elderly mother (81 years old) lives alone.
In City B, there is a courtyard house with a total area of 300 square meters.
Zhou Jing naturally didn't know the price of the house; she was simply happy because of the number 300 square meters.
Aunt Fang looked like a very cultured and respectable person. She wore a moon-white silk shirt that was pressed very neatly, with a pearl brooch on her collar. A few strands of silver hair were embedded in her newly dyed black hair at her temples. When she spoke, she always habitually rubbed the jade bracelet on her wrist: "I'm really sorry to trouble Miss Zhou and Mr. Zhang."
According to Aunt Fang, her mother has lived alone for decades and has always been very frugal, never willing to throw anything away. She has a slight hoarding tendency, keeping whatever she sees, thinking it will definitely come in handy later.
This wouldn't have been a problem in the first place, but in the past year, my mother has developed symptoms of Alzheimer's disease, and her hoarding habit has worsened. Our 300-square-meter yard is now almost completely empty, with barely any room to step.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jing's voice trembled with excitement as she patted her chest and assured him, "Don't worry, I'll clean it up perfectly for you!"
Before the live stream, Aunt Fang told Zhang Mo the truth: cleaning was one aspect, but on the other hand, she also wanted to take this opportunity to promote the house, sell it, and take her mother abroad for medical treatment.
Zhang Mo didn't care; it was normal to use data reasonably without stealing or robbing.
After everything was agreed upon, she had nothing to do. Since she didn't need to get involved in such professional matters anyway, she took Zhou Mei and Qian Manman to Q University to find Jiang Rong.
By the way, Qian Manman is the current name of that "entwined branch pattern burial money jar".
In human form, she appeared to be a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a modern Chinese-style diagonal-front jacket with simplified copper coin patterns embroidered on the collar. She had a round face and bright amber pupils, exuding innocence and clarity.
Jiang Rong was in City B during this period because Zhang Mo asked her to help check on Teacher Tu's daughter's condition.
This poor girl suffered brain damage several years ago when she drowned while trying to save her playful younger brother. At that time, not only was her speech severely impaired, but she also sometimes couldn't control her limbs.
Some time ago, I was exploited again by Wang Heng and Yang Qiang's "spiritual retreat" and my body was taken over by someone else's soul.
Now that Wang Heng and Yang Qiang are both dead, Heaven seems to have felt guilty and made a small correction, allowing the girl's soul to return to her body and even repairing some of the brain damage.
After Jiang Rong, the divine healer of the demon race, performed acupuncture on her for a week, the child was able to hold a soup spoon and eat on her own.
Zhang Mo chatted with Teacher Tu and learned that her husband, who claimed to be a senior intellectual and a national-level history professor, had been expelled from the school.
This man actually spoke out in class to defend Yang Qiang, even after the police had already determined the nature of the crime, saying that the government was only persecuting Yang because they were afraid of Master Yang's abilities! Master Yang is right!
The development of human civilization has suddenly stagnated because of the current gender division of labor. If every woman focuses on reproducing, while men have more energy to create, the world will become a better place!
This is the choice of history, and the direction guided by Heaven!
History will ultimately prove everything!
Upon hearing this, an angry female student immediately threw a water bottle at him, and the class subsequently descended into chaos.
This is the first time in a century-old university like Q University that a professor has been thrown off the podium by a student!
The school leaders were furious. After multiple unsuccessful attempts to communicate with him, they fired him!
Teacher Tu even directly asked him for a divorce!
"That very evening, he left with his son. I heard he contacted an old classmate in the United States." Teacher Tu shook his head. "Let them be."
The older sister drowned while trying to save her younger brother, but over the years, he has been cold and sarcastic towards her, complaining that she has disgraced him. As their mother, Teacher Tu has long been heartbroken.
Zhang Mo: "Teacher, don't feel burdened. Everyone has their own destiny. As a mother, you have already done your best."
Over there, Jiang Rong's acupuncture session for the day has also ended.
Jiang Rong: "Just get the medicine according to the prescription I just mentioned, once every three days. Use a clay pot to decoct the medicine, and don't cook it too quickly. You should be fully recovered after taking it for about six months. It's a slow process, so you have to keep going."
Teacher Tu's tears suddenly fell, splashing onto her clothes and leaving a small wet patch. She thanked Zhang Mo and the others repeatedly.
Zhang Mo secretly left a large red envelope in the shoe cabinet by the door, and then left Q University with Zhou Mei, Qian Manman, and Jiang Rong.
Zhang Mo glanced at her watch: "What are you doing? It's still early."
Zhou Mei suggested, "Boss, let's go see a movie!"
Qian Manman doesn't know much about human society yet. She's just a child at heart, curious about everything new and exciting. Upon hearing this, she immediately exclaimed happily, "Great! I've never seen anything like it!"
Even the currently blind Dr. Jiang agreed: "Okay, I haven't seen it either."
Zhang Mo: "......"
Although it seemed a bit outrageous, the minority had to submit to the majority, and Zhang Mo eventually took them to see a movie.
Because they hadn't chosen a movie in advance, they had to wait until they arrived to see what movies were available.
Zhang Mo and Jiang Rong did not participate; only the two cultural relics spent a long time choosing from a pile of popular movie posters.
I'm not interested in romance movies.
I don't understand science fiction movies.
I can't understand imported blockbusters.
In the very end, I actually chose a domestically produced 3D tomb raiding movie.
Zhang Mo: "".
Okay, I don't really understand your cultural relics.
Soon, it was time to check tickets and enter the venue.
When the staff distributed the 3D glasses, Jiang Rong declined, saying, "Thank you, I don't need them."
The staff member paused for a second: "...Okay, Hall 1 on the left, watch out for the steps."
Whether it was because the movie was so bad or because sitting next to Zhou Mei, Zhang Mo's little pillow, had been sitting for just ten minutes when the movie started. She stared at the shaky camera on the screen, smelled the herbal scent on Jiang Rong, and her eyelids gradually drooped. She fell into a peaceful sleep.
Zhou Mei and Qian Manman, each holding a bucket of popcorn, watched the film intently, occasionally whispering amongst themselves and pointing out the illogical aspects of the tomb design.
Jiang Rong listened with great interest.
It wasn't until two hours later, when the movie ended and the theater lights came on, that they woke Zhang Mo, who had fallen into a deep sleep.
Zhang Mo, who had just woken up, was a little dazed. She opened her eyes groggily and subconsciously glanced at the time on her phone.
Then--
I saw over 100 unread messages and more than 20 missed calls...
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