"I'll go check first, and if no one's there, I'll come back."
Ning Jing said something to Wang Guihua and Zhao Dazhu, then took the basket in her hand and walked towards the house with the green walls that could be vaguely seen.
Ning Jing had only four pieces of soap cut into palm-sized pieces in her basket. She planned to sell them to someone suitable and exchange them for other things.
The post office looked close, but it still took almost ten minutes to walk there.
When I got to the green house, I saw an old man with white hair, hunched over, about to lock the door and leave.
Judging from his appearance, he should be the Old Wang that Sister Guihua was talking about.
"Uncle Wang, I'd like to ask you something."
Seeing this, Ning Jing quickly stepped forward and said.
Hearing Ning Jing's question, the old man turned around in slight surprise.
He glanced at her, and after confirming that he didn't recognize her, he frowned and asked, "How do you know my last name? What do you want to know?"
"That's right, my husband used to send money orders to our family every month."
However, in the past, it was always his uncle who came to collect it.
I'd like to ask, if someone else collects the item, will there be any receipt kept?
When Old Wang heard Ning Jing's words, he immediately looked her up and down carefully.
Then he asked, "Are you Fu Hongxing's wife?"
Ning Jing was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, and then quickly nodded in agreement.
"If it were someone else, I might not remember."
If it's that Fu Hongxing, I remember him very clearly.
You send out money orders every month, right?
Old Wang said in one breath.
Ning Jing was delighted to hear this.
"Sir, do you remember the person who came to collect the remittance slip and the receipt stub?"
Old Wang nodded and replied, "The stub is definitely kept, but why are you asking about it?"
Ning Jing paused, then wiped her eyes and recounted how Fu Hongxing's uncle's family had taken the money but hadn't given them a single penny.
"Uncle Wang, please help me."
Old Wang sighed for a while after hearing this, but when it came to Ning Jing's request to lend her the stub, he shook his head and refused.
Although Ning Jing's words sounded pitiful, it was ultimately their family matter.
If he lends this remittance slip to Ning Jing's family, and then Ning Jing and the others turn around and accuse him, where will he go to seek justice?
Therefore, no matter what Ning Jing said, she refused to budge.
Instead, they advised Ning Jing that if all that was needed was the stub of the remittance slip, her uncle's family should have one too.
Ning Jing naturally knew that Fu Bingqiang definitely had the remittance slip in his possession, but the key was that he would never produce the slip!
This development left Ning Jing completely dumbfounded.
As she originally thought, as long as she got the post office's stub, she could silence Fu Hongxing's uncle and his family.
No wonder the village chief gave her that meaningful look yesterday, and told her to wait until she got the stub before speaking.
A tranquil heart feels as if it has fallen into an ice cellar.
Seeing Ning Jing's state, Old Wang felt a pang of sympathy. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Actually, there's another way."
Ning Jing's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.
"Uncle Wang, is there any other way?"
"Have your husband come back and explain things to him in person."
When he wired the money, there must have been a receipt.
Grandpa Wang stroked the few sparse hairs on his chin and said.
Ning Jing's eyes, which had just brightened, dimmed again in an instant.
"My husband can't come back; he sacrificed his life!"
"Huh? Sacrificed?"
When Old Wang heard Ning Jing's words, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.
No wonder she came to ask her husband about sending money; she's worried about her future!
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