The old man looked at the director earnestly and said, "This person is forgetful. When you are doing well, everyone supports you. When you are not doing well, people will take advantage of you. Old Zhou, don't you think so? When you were young and still studying, your father knew everything. Go back and ask your father, who is responsible for your current position and the success of Qinhuai Street..."

"No need to ask..." The director listened to the old man's words, and his scalp tingled, but his heart was heavy. "I know."

"Eighteen years ago, Qinhuai Street was a small, poor and remote place. Every year when it rained, the rain mixed the sand and soil on the ground. Children had to be carried on their backs to cross the aisle. I went out to study at that time, and every time I came back, I could hear you uncles discussing how to raise money to repair the road."

But repairing the road is so expensive.

Qinhuai Street had two foster parents. One of them asked for benefits and sent the child away. The other one was Qin Yan.

The Qin family didn't ask for benefits!

Qin Jiangke handed the child over to the elders, and the only request was to help Qinhuai Street repair the road. The higher-ups felt that repairing the road was not a benefit to the Qin family, so they arranged jobs for the Qin family. Qin Jiangke felt that his younger brother had just graduated from college, and it would be easier to find a wife if he had a good job, so he gave up the job.

Qin Hu cried so hard and said such sweet words of gratitude.

But what happened? It would have been

fine if Jiang Ke hadn't left. Once Jiang Ke left, everyone forgot everything.

Not only did Qin Hu and his wife forget, but many people in Qinhuai Street also forgot.

The good times have passed for too long, and they forgot how they survived the hard times and the promises they made.

They forgot how everyone swore to help Jiang Ke take good care of his wife and children when the bad news about Jiang Ke came.

The eldest grandfather looked at the younger generation in the crowd and sighed, "People, forget their roots, forget their roots."

Xia Lu stood on the steps, her expression indifferent, "Jiang Ke is dead, I have no intention of managing the household, and I have not been a good mother! I am sorry for my daughter, but I am not sorry for others. The older generation knows what happened between me and the fifth room, and they also know that I am not being unreasonable. Jiang Ke paid for Qin Hu's college education, and she got her job in exchange for my son. When Ye Ru married into the Qin family, she was the first child she gave birth to. During the busy farming season at home, I ran around to take care of her. She was grateful to me, her ungrateful sister-in-law, all the time."

"I, Xia Lu, am I causing trouble for her for no reason?"

Aunt Qin also remembered such an incident, it was a bit far away, but she still remembered it, "When Wanwan was born, the daughter-in-law of the Ye family happened to give birth to a child, and it was the eldest sister-in-law who ran around during the confinement period."

Xia Lu looked at the crowd, many of whom had watched the show and the excitement today. Since the people from the Ye family came to smash things, there was no one who had taken action. She directly named the person, "You are from the Xincheng family, right? When you went out to work, your father broke his leg and stayed at home. Who went to take care of you every few days?"

That's Xincheng. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed, "Brother Jiang Ke!"