Instead, he broke it down and explained to Han Wenzheng why he should do it this way, why he shouldn't do it that way, and what the consequences of doing it that way would be.
They taught patiently and meticulously, but without being condescending or imposing.
It was a way of interacting between mother and son that he was unfamiliar with.
Unfamiliar, yet enviable.
Just then, there was another knock on the door.
Han Wenzheng stood up to open the door, and standing outside was the coachman whom Zhao Changqing had sent to track down the smugglers.
"Sir, we've found it."
Zhao Changqing asked him to come in and talk.
The driver entered the room and reported, "That man's name is Xiao Qianshan. He makes a living by traveling and lives in Qianchuanzi Hutong, Yongchangfang. He has a seriously ill elderly mother at home."
He Youyou asked, "Did you see where he took those buckets of fish?"
The driver said, "I saw it. He drove back to his home, took all the fish out of the buckets, and put them in a water tank. He then poured the water from the buckets into a large pot, lit a fire, added firewood, and boiled them."
This is now confirmed.
After listening, He Youyou instructed him, "This matter must not be mentioned to anyone else."
The coachman glanced at Zhao Changqing, waiting for his instructions.
Zhao Changqing nodded to him: "Don't mention it to anyone else."
The driver then replied, "Yes."
After the coachman left, He Youyou put on her fur coat and said to Han Wenzheng, "Ali, you go back to your room first. I have to go out for a while and will be back when I'm done."
Han Wenzheng agreed verbally and went back to his room on his own.
Zhao Changqing walked up to her and asked, "Where are you going?"
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