After listening to Qianqian's words, Boyi's pace gradually slowed down, with a thoughtful expression.
"Is this really such a big blow to Shumei? Is it bigger than meeting me?"
After a moment, Boyi stopped and turned around to ask Qianqian who was following closely behind him.
"Of course! Didn't you see what Sister Shumei said in the letter? She's having this surgery..."
Qianqian subconsciously put her hand on her chest and stammered, not knowing how to explain to Boyi.
Boyi looked at Qianqian's chest, and considering Shumei's letter, he understood what Qianqian wanted to say even if she didn't say it.
"Do you understand?"
Boyi nodded affirmatively in response and awkwardly turned his gaze away from Qianqian.
"That's good. If that's the case, you should understand Sister Shumei even more and give her some time. She can't figure it out, and even if you find her, it won't help."
Under Qianqian's persuasion, Boyi temporarily gave up the idea of looking for Shumei.
The next day, Wu Ju also received a letter from the village chief, and Wu Ju was still complaining to herself.
"Who are these gods? They know I can't even read, yet they insist on writing a letter to me. Village chief, please don't leave yet! Help me finish the letter before you leave."
But when she opened the letter and saw the money in the envelope, she was dumbfounded. She didn't care that the village chief was still standing there waiting, and she started counting the money herself.
"Ten, twenty... sixty... it's like pie in the sky! What kind of god of wealth have I bumped into?"
Wu Ju was so excited that stars appeared in her eyes and her eyes widened as she looked at the money.
"Wu Ju, are you still reading this letter?"
Seeing Wu Ju leaving him aside, the village chief couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, of course I do. I at least want to know who this God of Wealth who sent the money is!"
Wu Ju hurriedly took the letter out of the envelope, and just as she was about to hand it to the village chief, she pulled her hand back.
She handed the envelope to the village chief and confirmed it with him again.
"Village Chief, look carefully, does it really say I'll take it?"
"From the sixth group of Sawamotoyoshi Village, Wu Ju is in charge. Could it be that there is another Wu Ju in our village?"
"That's good, that's good."
Only after hearing the village chief confirm that the letter was indeed for her did Wu Ju agree to give it to him and have him read it. She was afraid that if the letter wasn't for her, wouldn't it be exposed if he read it? She didn't want to let the situation go.
Wu Ju pricked up her ears and listened carefully to the village chief reading the letter. At first, she was a little confused, thinking that it was a letter from Zhang Xiaoqin who had been away from home for so long.
It was not until the end, when the village chief called out Shumei's name, that she suddenly realized and woke up from her dream.
"So it was this damn girl. She still has a conscience and remembers to send money home."
"I've finished reading the letter. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. I haven't added water to the rice paddies yet!"
"Okay, okay, okay, Village Chief, you have some things to do first. I'll treat you to tea another day. Otherwise, go in and have a pot of tea before leaving."
"No!"
The village chief waved his hand and turned to leave.
Wu Ju had no intention of going to look for Shumei. As long as she could send money back, it didn't matter to her how Shumei was doing outside. Even if the money came from the underworld, she didn't care. As long as she could use it, everything else was nothing.
The next day, Wang Changxing went to Qianqian's barber shop to get a haircut. He knew Qianqian, but Qianqian didn't know who he was.
Back then, when Zhang Xiaoqin had arranged this marriage for Shumei, he had waited outside the barber shop at his mother's suggestion, wanting to find out if Qianqian and Shumei were doing a legitimate business, fearing he would marry a fickle woman.
In this way, Wang Changxing naturally got to know Shumei's partner, the young and beautiful Xiong Qianqian.
It doesn't matter where you get your hair cut, and you'll spend the same amount of money. For Wang Changxing, who is single, he will definitely find Qianqian to do it for him, who can feast his eyes on him!
"Boss, why haven't I seen your other barber for a long time?" Wang Changxing asked casually.
"She is sick and has gone to the county town."
"If she leaves, how will the elderly, the weak, and the disabled live at home? Ask Kang Shumei if there's anything I can do to help. I'll definitely do my best to help."
Wang Changxing also pretended to be kind-hearted and felt compassion.
"Hey! Do you know Sister Shumei?"
Qianqian was a little surprised. This person didn't seem to be from Yuanji Village! How could he know about Shumei's family situation? Qianqian, always cautious, became defensive.
"I know her. We almost became a family back then, but it's just not meant to be! Tang Boyi got there first. Oh! If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten. Even if she's not here, isn't Tang Boyi still here? I'm being a bit nosy again."
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