There is a high probability that Tan Jianhua and his men are heading for the ancient tomb.
The bait she threw out that night worked.
Jiang Mingxin went back and cooked a few dishes, put them in an aluminum lunch box, stuffed them into a canvas backpack, and rushed to the First Hospital of the City.
Seeing her coming over in the middle of the day, Brother Fang couldn't help but complain, "I can just buy a few steamed buns, why are you bringing me food? It's so troublesome to go back and forth, and I have to spend a few cents on the bus."
Jiang Mingxin placed the lunch box on the bedside table and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. "I borrowed a tricycle and rode all the way here. You're going to have surgery tomorrow, and the doctor said you need to get more protein. Just listen to me and get better soon so the bookstore can reopen sooner."
"Then just cook, why did you make carp and tofu? How much will it cost?" Brother Fang felt very distressed, but his body was very honest. When he smelled the scent of the big carp from the Yellow River, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
The old man in the next bed was envious: "This must be your granddaughter, right? She's so filial! Unlike my granddaughter, who runs around all day. She only came once when I was in the hospital this time, and she only brought me a few pears."
Jiang Mingxin pouted immediately: "Did you hear that? Hurry up and eat, or else you'll make someone else's grandfather cry. I won't be responsible for comforting him."
The old man was extremely happy. "Oh, you are really impressive, and you speak so sweetly. Do you have a partner?"
"No, she's going to be in her senior year of high school and will take the college entrance exam next year!" Brother Fang replied hurriedly, fearing that he was going to introduce someone to Jiang Mingxin.
Such a good girl like Ni'er has a bright future, so there is no need to get married so early.
Jiang Mingxin curled her lips silently, sat down and peeled an apple for him, watching Brother Fang eat the full lunch box clean.
After a while, the old man next door began to snore evenly.
"Is it delicious? If it's good, I'll make it for you next time."
Brother Fang looked at her with eyes full of love, "Why are you so nice to me? The old people at home will be jealous."
Jiang Mingxin was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "My dad broke the law and is going to jail soon. My grandparents passed away a long time ago. You can just eat your meal in peace and don't be polite to me."
Brother Fang smiled in surprise, "No wonder you sit in the study all day and never rush home for dinner. So... well, where's your mom?"
"My mother died early. She was sent to western Henan. I don't know if there are any people from her family left. I've never met them."
Jiang Mingxin downplayed it, but Brother Fang felt more and more distressed the more he listened.
"So, you and your brother are dependent on each other? What will you do if your brother gets married in the future?"
"If we can live together, we'll live together. If not, I'll live alone. But my brother loves me and will definitely not marry a sister-in-law who bullies me."
Jiang Mingxin spoke nonsense in a serious manner. In order to reassure Brother Fang, he portrayed this fictitious elder brother as a tall, mighty, upright and kind young man.
He is not only capable, but also loves his sister very much.
Brother Fang nodded. "Well, when your eldest brother comes back from his business trip, have him come to my house for dinner. I have some Maotai that a comrade gave me, and we can have a drink together."
What if this girl only reports good news and not bad news? He must see it with his own eyes to feel at ease.
Jiang Mingxin replied perfunctorily, then quickly changed the subject. "Tell me, if we encounter a particularly vicious relative, what should we do? Should we ruthlessly eliminate the problem, or...give them a chance to mend their ways?"
Brother Fang slowly paused chewing his apple. "Let me tell you a story... Back when the Japanese occupied western Henan, I had a cousin who became a traitor. He specialized in finding laborers for the Japanese. He acted tyrannically and, if you didn't treat them well, he would take the men away under the pretext of conscription."
"One day, he went to my cousin's house for dinner, but he refused to leave at night. He said to my cousin: 'You go out today, I'll sleep at your house.' My cousin was about to take his wife to her parents' house, but that bastard pointed at my cousin's wife and said: 'You stay.'"
Jiang Mingxin's expression suddenly changed, "But that's him..."
Brother Fang smiled bitterly. "So what if he's a relative? He defected to the Japanese, and his true nature was completely exposed. My cousin couldn't stand this humiliation, so he rushed over and beat him until he cried for his parents. But he was so confident that he said that if my cousin didn't let my wife sleep with him, he would bring the Japanese and kill them all tomorrow. Guess what happened next?"
"If it were me, I would just go all out and kill him directly." Jiang Ming said in a cold voice with a chilling face.
Brother Fang glanced at her in surprise and said, "But you are related by blood, your family won't agree."
"If he's capable of such beastly behavior, how can we still be considered family? If we give in to him today, what about tomorrow? Will he make even more outrageous demands? It's better to quietly kill him and put an end to his troubles."
"My mother said exactly the same thing as you did at the time. Unfortunately, my uncle and grandfather strongly objected. What are you going to do now?"
"Then execute him first and report later!" Jiang Mingxin frowned and said, "If that traitor is alive, the others will die sooner or later."
Brother Fang nodded appreciatively. "To deal with people like this, you should use iron fists. So the question you just asked me, you actually already have the answer in your mind, right?"
Jiang Mingxin was suddenly distracted.
She didn't expect that she just asked a question casually, but was enlightened by Brother Fang in return.
"You're right, I already have the answer."
In the afternoon, Jiang Mingxin rode his tricycle around the city. Whenever he came across a bookseller, he would stop and ask if they had any martial arts or romance novels for sale. If they did, he would pick out a few new sets and buy them.
In addition, she also rescued several sets of damaged picture books from a rag collector, planning to take them back, mend them, and rent them to children in the neighborhood.
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