Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Chapter 112 Planning for the Future

He Yong'an did not open the box immediately on site. Instead, he carefully examined the soil around the box to make sure nothing was missing before re-burying the soil and heading back.

Having missed the bus from the county town back to the commune, He Yong'an had no choice but to walk back, a journey that took him four hours to reach this point.

Feng Qingqing said with some heartache:

"It's nothing important, we can just take the bus back tomorrow."

He Yong'an chuckled twice, but didn't continue the conversation. He took out a small box from the small bag he was carrying. The box was covered in dust, so it was obviously dug out from somewhere.

Feng Qingqing looked at the box and guessed that it belonged to He Yong'an. Judging from the marks, it probably hadn't been opened before.

Seeing that the box was quite dirty, He Yong'an didn't hand it to Feng Qingqing, telling her to just watch it from the side.

He Yong'an noticed a small lock hanging on the outside of the box, but didn't bother with it much. He asked Feng Qingqing for a wire, fiddled with it for a bit, and with a click, the lock opened.

Feng Qingqing glanced sideways at He Yong'an's practiced movements. He Yong'an only gave an awkward laugh twice and said:

"This little lock is simple. I just poked it and it opened."

Feng Qingqing ignored him and saw that when the box was opened, a box full of money and banknotes overflowed out.

Hey, this is quite a lot of money; it can't even fit in the small box.

At this point, Feng Qingqing didn't stand on ceremony. She simply turned the box upside down and placed it face down on the ground, then squatted down and started counting the items one by one.

As she counted down the last few words, Feng Qingqing's expression grew increasingly solemn.

Seeing her expression, He Yong'an sensed something was wrong. After carefully examining the money notes in Feng Qingqing's hand, he also realized there was a problem.

It turned out that the money in the box was mainly in ten-yuan notes, with very little in ten-cent, twenty-cent, or fifty-cent notes, which was quite strange.

I had long heard that Sun Tianming's family was poor, which was why he needed to marry a girl from the countryside. But where did Sun Tianming get so much money? Why didn't he dare tell his parents? Why didn't he just use it openly? This was very suspicious.

In the end, there was a total of 850 yuan in the box.

The two felt that Sun Tianming might be problematic. Moreover, Feng Qingqing suddenly realized that since he was so rich, he actually wanted He Yongyun to steal money from his home for him. Feng Qingqing didn't know how to describe this person. He was like a greedy pig, only taking in and never giving out. He valued money too much.

The money still felt a bit too hot to handle, and the two remained silent for a long time before He Yongyun finally spoke:

"I still need to go to Sun Tianming's place first thing tomorrow morning. If there is anything unusual, I will call the police immediately."

As a good comrade born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, He Yong'an could not sit idly by. Feng Qingqing did not say anything, but only nodded slightly to show her support.

Whenever possible, Feng Qingqing is also willing to do something for the country.

Moreover, she had heard that the timber factory where Sun Tianming worked was near the mountains, and she wondered if there was anything fishy going on there. If she found out later that he was a big scoundrel, and she knew now but didn't do anything about it, she would definitely regret it later.

Moreover, both Feng Qingqing and He Yongyun were worried that Sun Tianming had probably done something illegal, as he had accumulated so much money in such a short time.

The two discussed it in hushed tones and finally came to a consensus that He Yong'an should go to the lumber mill tomorrow to keep an eye on Sun Tianming and see what the kid was up to.

Furthermore, Feng Qingqing also solemnly instructed him that if he discovered anything, he must report it to the county public security bureau in a timely manner and request assistance.

He Yong'an dared not be careless and solemnly nodded in agreement.

Finally, He Yong'an was away for who knows how many days until he returned. He had to rush to the county early tomorrow morning, so he didn't come over to say goodbye.

Finally, Feng Qingqing opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words stuck in her throat. After all, it was still too early to say such things at this time.

It was getting late, so Feng Qingqing didn't keep He Yong'an any longer and told him to go home and rest early, as she had to leave early the next day.

After He Yong'an left, Feng Qingqing sat alone on the stool for a long time, and finally sighed silently before getting up to wash and lie down on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Although it was getting late, Feng Qingqing couldn't fall asleep for a while after what had just happened. She kept tossing and turning, thinking about what had just occurred.

The reason Feng Qingqing supported He Yong'an's investigation into this incident was because she suddenly thought of many things. Feng Qingqing wouldn't stay in the Lanshan Brigade forever, and neither would He Yong'an. The plans Feng Qingqing had made for the two of them, especially those targeting He Yong'an, had surprisingly aligned with this situation.

If this matter is handled well, it will be of great benefit to He Yong'an in the future.

Moreover, Feng Qingqing discovered that every time He Yong'an came over, she would find an opportunity to let him drink some space water. His physical fitness was already above average. She believed that with the persistent effect of the space water, He Yong'an would definitely make even greater progress.

As Feng Qingqing drifted off to sleep amidst these random thoughts, she gradually drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, before dawn, Feng Qingqing was awakened by a series of urgent and loud knocks on the door. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she resignedly got up and opened the door, wondering to herself, "Whose house is this so early in the morning, and what has happened?"

Before I even stepped out the door, I heard another knock on the door, accompanied by a series of loud shouts:

"Feng Qingqing, are you up yet? It's so late, come and open the door quickly."

"Feng Qingqing, Feng Qingqing."

Well, no need to guess who it is. This voice is definitely that of Sister Xiong Er, who came here yesterday. It seems that her son's illness is abnormal. She pondered to herself as she walked out.

Upon opening the door, the same family of three from yesterday appeared. The difference was that the two adults now looked anxious, no longer as calm and collected as yesterday, suggesting the child's condition might be serious. Sure enough, Xiong Ersao immediately began berating Feng Qingqing, her words merciless:

"Feng Qingqing, look at this! My son took your fever reducer, but his fever hasn't gone down, and he's even confused. I can't wake him up. What's wrong? Do you even know how to treat illnesses? If you harm my son, I'm telling you, I won't let you get away with this."

Feng Qingqing silently rolled her eyes, let them in, lit the kerosene lamp, carefully examined the child, and then spoke to Xiong Lao Er with a somewhat solemn expression:

“As I said yesterday, every child’s constitution is different. If your child’s fever goes down after taking antipyretics that day, he’ll be fine. But if the fever persists, especially if it’s been going on for several days like yours, there is a high chance that he will get pneumonia.”

She paused, glanced at Sister-in-law Xiong Er who still wanted to speak after hearing her description, and said:

"You'd better get to the commune hospital right away. I only have fever reducers here, and other medicines are in short supply. I can't stop the fever in time. A persistent fever will have a big impact on the child. The child is delirious with fever now. Hurry up and don't waste any time."

In the end, Xiong Er's motherly love prevailed, and Xiong Er didn't say much. He picked up the child, turned around, and left. Xiong Er's wife then threw down a harsh remark:

"Just wait until I get back, I'll make trouble for you, hmph."