Chapter 82 There is a Backstage

After the joy, life has to go on.

After Hang Jingshu returned, he told the two elders of the Yan family about this matter. Grandpa Yan was furious, showing some of the momentum of leading troops into battle in his early years. He wanted to pick up a knife and chop Su Xiangwan directly.

Grandma Yan seemed very calm: "I thought the child was just a person with bad intentions, but I didn't expect him to be a person who didn't know what was good for him."

I have forgotten my origins, how can I expect to have a good way out?

However, what should be praised should still be praised, and Grandma Yan focused on Hang Jingshu's family situation.

"Xiao Hang, do you mean that your family is planning to rent a shop to do business?"

And judging from Xiaohang's tone, his family has probably been in this business for some time. This kid is quite strict.

Hang Jingshu didn't expect that Grandma Yan was most concerned about this. After a moment of hesitation, he answered, "Yes, my parents run a small business and they thought they could be closer to me in the city."

Hang Jingshu originally planned not to tell anyone about his parents' business, after all, he was taking advantage of the Yan family.

Although the old couple like their own craftsmanship, they are not really dependent on her. It’s just that they finally found one they like and don’t want to change it.

Given their status, no one would say anything even if they changed the nanny every day.

Interpersonal relationships are all about fate. If too many trivial matters are involved, the fate will slowly be exhausted.

Grandma Yan's eyes fell on Hang Jingshu. Just over three months had passed, and the little girl had completed a small transformation. Compared to her previous dark and thin appearance, she now finally had the appearance of a young girl.

He has clear eyes, is an honest person, and takes every meal seriously, just like the sand hidden in a shell. After going through painful trials, it finally and slowly and quietly emits its own brilliance.

It was as if a missing piece in my heart was temporarily filled. Grandma Yan's eyes were vague, as if she was looking at Hang Jingshu, or as if she was looking at someone through her.

After a long while, Grandma Yan continued, "Everywhere is open now, doing business is a good choice."

Grandma Yan originally thought that Xiaohang would briefly mention the matter of applying for a business license. As long as she mentioned it, she would only need to mention it once and the business license would be safely and securely processed.

But this child is obviously stubborn and won't speak about certain things until he comes to the point.

Grandma Yan sighed and let her go. Some things had to be solved by the children themselves.

Half a month later, the garlic sprouts at home have grown to a length of about 40 cm, with a tender garlic flavor, golden tops and white roots, and are ready to be eaten.

Hang Jingshu planted 4 pots in total, and today he cut off a whole pot to cook.

The taste of garlic sprouts is stronger than that of garlic scapes, and the texture is relatively tenderer. The most common way to cook it here is to make scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts and black fungus.

In the evening, Hang Jingshu cooked some mixed-grain rice. The old couple didn't eat much, so he made three small portions of dishes: steamed pork ribs with yam, celery, minced pork and egg custard, and fried eggs with garlic, black fungus and mushroom.

Finally, I made a light kelp and tofu soup, sprinkled only a little pepper on it, without adding even any salt. I just drizzled a few drops of sesame oil on it and served it right away.

Kelp is good for the health of the elderly, so Hang Jingshu often cooks dishes containing kelp at home.

Hang Jingshu returned to the Yan family feeling relieved, but he didn't know that Wang Chongyun and others in Class 1 of Grade 3 were so restless that they couldn't wait until school was over.

Wang Chongyun even went for a walk around the commercial street after school, just to see if he could meet Xiaohang's parents by chance.

The fact that he was taken away by the police could not be covered up after all. In just one day, various versions of the story had already spread out of No. 1 Middle School in the city.

All in all, there's nothing good to say.

At that time, telephones were not yet widely available in every household, and Wang Chongyun almost couldn't sleep all night because he couldn't contact anyone.

In the same situation as him were Zhou Xiaoli and Lin Xiao, who were worried about Hang Jingshu. Even Wu Tianming was yawning the next day.

As soon as Hang Jingshu arrived at the gate of No. 1 Middle School with his schoolbag on his back, he felt the gazes from all directions. However, everyone was in a hurry, and studying was more important than gossip.

When he arrived at the first class classroom, Hang Jingshu was even more shocked.

"Squad leader!"

Hang Jingshu was about to ask Wang Zhongyun what was wrong when he noticed that Zhou Xiaoli had darker circles under her eyes and Lin Xiao also looked listless. "What's wrong with you guys?!"

Zhou Xiaoli came over and stuck to Hang Jingshu, tearfully accusing him, "Xiao Hang! You made us worry to death!"

Although Teacher Cai went with Hang Jingshu yesterday, she returned to the office after she was taken in for questioning.

He was clueless about the situation.

Several classmates who were good friends with Hang Jingshu were all very nervous and naturally couldn't sleep well at night.

Lin Xiao was also very concerned: "Yeah, what was the reason for the big fight yesterday?"

When we left yesterday, Officer Zhou had already warned us not to publicize this matter, so Hang Jingshu could only say it in a subtle way: "It's nothing. My parents did something good and asked me to go over and find out the situation. It will be fine this afternoon."

After hearing this, the hearts of several people were instantly relieved. Zhou Xiaoli "spread" back to the table and weakly congratulated Hang Jingshu: "Good people and good deeds should be rewarded, right?"

Well...

Of course there are.

And there is more than one.

Yesterday, after Officer Zhou understood why Hang Renshan called the police, he started to think: This family is his noble family, and he must help them in every way he can.

The next day, Zhou Yiran went to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, intending to say hello.

Nowadays, it takes several days for individual business owners to apply for a business license, but it will be much easier if you have connections. It can be done with just one sentence.

Zhou Yiran thought he still had some face, plus he had some acquaintances in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau. Since the Hang family had given him such a big gift, he had to show some appreciation, right?

When I arrived, I found Hang Renshan was still waiting there. These days, individual business owners have to bow and nod in front of the clerks, for fear that the clerks will be uncomfortable and cause a lot of trouble.

The clerk had been in a bad mood recently because of family matters, and was even more furious when he saw that someone like Hang Renshan could become a self-employed business owner.

In the past two days, we have made things difficult for this seemingly honest and simple Zhuang Jiahan.

With a little capital, you want to be a self-employed person, or sell some small commodities. Do you really think you can turn things around? !

It is said that young people are difficult to deal with, especially after the reform and opening up. Those who were transferred here to apply for business licenses were all people with connections. They were usually lazy and careless, but when they came here and had people begging and flattering them, they became even more arrogant.

"This, this, this is not up to standard! Go back and rewrite it!" The clerk pointed at a few places at random while eating melon seeds and wanted to get rid of Hang Renshan.

The old couple wrote this form word by word with reference to the dictionary, and they practiced it several times on blank paper before writing. What should they do now that it fails?

Zhou Yiran came in at this time, and when he looked up, he saw his 'noble' holding a paper and looking worried.

"Brother Hang, you haven't got your license yet?"

Zhou Yiran's sudden appearance here scared the clerk so much that he trembled and hurriedly put away the melon seeds on the table. Then he heard Officer Zhou call this country bumpkin "big brother"?

The clerk felt extremely remorseful and couldn't help glaring at Hang Renshan.

Why don't you say anything if you know someone?

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