flstandardbreds Chapter 1022 Do You Still Remember Me?
Chapter 1022 Do You Still Remember Me?
A short while later, the young man who had taken a dollar returned carrying a large stack of firewood and a bundle of dry grass to start a fire.
Because this area is close to the mountains, it gets quite cold in winter, and some families have built heated kang beds.
Just then, Zhao Yunting noticed that Grandpa Zhang's house had a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), so he spent money to buy firewood.
He squatted in front of the stove, first lit the bundle of dry grass, then put a few thinner pieces of firewood on the grass. After the firewood caught fire, he started adding thicker pieces of firewood. Before long, the temperature in the room began to rise.
The young women and wives in the village were all staring at this tall, handsome man with long legs, their eyes sparkling.
Not long after, Old Zhang, who had drunk the spiritual spring water, slowly woke up. He opened his somewhat dazed eyes and looked around the room, not immediately recognizing the two beautiful women inside.
Seeing that Old Man Zhang had woken up, Li Jun quickly handed him another cup of water and said, "Master, I am Li Jun. Do you remember me?"
Old Zhang looked at Li Jun, the confusion in his eyes gradually fading, then brightening again, and he murmured, "Li Jun, Li Jun, you are Xiao Jun, Xiao Jun of Qipan Mountain."
Tears streaming down Li Jun's face, she held the water cup to Old Zhang's lips and said, "Yes, I'm Xiao Jun, Master, please have another sip of water."
Old Zhang isn't thirsty; he's very hungry. He's only had one bowl of rice porridge since yesterday, given to him by his uncle and nephew next door.
I gulped down a glass of water and immediately felt a warm sensation rising from my stomach, spreading throughout my body.
The excruciating pain at the broken leg had lessened considerably. Just then, an old man in his fifties entered through the door.
After entering the house, he glanced around and said to Li Mo'er, "Who are you? Are you relatives of this family? I've never seen you before?"
Li Mo'er stood up and asked, "Who are you?" The old man replied, "I am the village chief of this village."
Li Mo'er nodded and said, "Oh, Grandpa Zhang was sent to our village. He was also my sister's teacher and taught her medicine."
As soon as Li Mo'er said this, everyone inside and outside the house suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's how it is."
It's Old Zhang's apprentice. No wonder that pretty little girl was crying so sadly.
It seems this old man won't have to suffer from hunger and cold anymore!
The village chief asked, "Oh, so you're Uncle's apprentice. Did you come here just to visit him?"
After stuffing a few pieces of firewood into the stove, Zhao Yunting also went into the house.
Li Mo'er shook her head and said, "Not entirely. I plan to open a traditional Chinese medicine hospital and would like to invite Grandpa Zhang to serve as the hospital's director."
These words were like a large stone thrown into a calm lake, causing a gasp of surprise from the crowd both inside and outside the house.
The village chief asked incredulously, "Did I hear that right? You're going to open a hospital and ask Uncle to be the director? Is that true?"
Li Mo'er said, "Of course it's true. Would I joke about something like this? Besides, Grandpa Zhang helped me a lot in our village back then, and I came here specifically to thank him."
After saying that, she winked at Zhao Yunting. Zhao Yunting understood immediately, clapped his hands, and left the house, heading towards the helicopter.
With a thought, a transparent plastic bag filled with money appeared in the helicopter cabin.
Then she continued, "To thank Grandpa Zhang, I plan to give him ten thousand yuan."
The moment those words were uttered, the villagers inside and outside the house were startled, and then a great deal of discussion broke out: "My goodness, a thank-you fee of ten thousand yuan! The entire village probably doesn't even have ten thousand yuan combined!"
Another villager said, "Yes, yes, with so much money, this old man probably won't be able to spend it all before he dies. His two sons are in luck now; they won't have to work in the fields anymore."
The villager next to him curled his lip: "Don't mention his two sons. Ever since Old Zhang's leg was broken, which of his two sons has ever served him or brought him a bowl of rice? If it were me, I wouldn't give them a single penny."
Another said, "That's right. Compared to his good-for-nothing older son, his eldest son is even more hateful. He's a henpecked husband, a spineless coward who can't live without his wife."