Chapter 49 Don't Blame Me for Designing You

  "Hey, teacher, don't worry. Da Qiang came in a hurry this time and didn't expect the living conditions of the nursing home to be getting tougher and tougher. So, I made some small money and brought it to you today. It's Chinese New Year, and I also want to show my respect and filial piety to the elderly and teachers."

  As he spoke, he pulled out bundles of crisp 100-yuan bills from a black plastic bag!

  Liu Zhanfu and his wife looked at each other in amazement, their eyes wide with wonder. "Is this real money?" they asked themselves, instinctively reaching out to touch it, the distinctive scent of new currency still lingering...

  "Teacher, here's 300,000 yuan, you can use it first. Don't worry about the money, I earned it as a consultant for a company, it wasn't hard to come by, just spend it freely. Later, Xiaojun will bring breakfast, today we'll eat what he buys a bit later." Zhao Zhiqiang handed over the bean buns and said with a smile, putting them on the table.

  Liu Shi and his wife didn't say a word for two and a half days.

  He is doing this job purely on a voluntary basis.

  The streets give him subsidies every year, and he spends them all on the elderly without leaving a single penny. His own food and clothing are still supported by the three mu of thin fields in his hometown and the occasional remittances from his son working outside.

  A family used to poverty, where have they ever seen so much money?

  Tore for nearly half an hour. Zhao Zhiqiang was about to sweat!

  "Big, big and strong, you...this is..." Mr. Liu trailed off, "I know your family's situation isn't good either. Your mom is still ill, where did this money come from?"

  "Don't worry, teacher. My mom's illness has already met the conditions for treatment and is waiting for a kidney source. After I returned from my military service, I got a job at a big company, and this money, including our house in the city, was all given by my boss. You don't have to think too much about it, old people celebrating the new year is a big deal, so just spend freely! In the future, if I have more, I'll send some again!" Zhao Zhiqiang put the three stacks of money back into the bag and handed it to the teacher.

  Liu Zhanfu's old tears flowed down silently, sobbing soundlessly, and his excited words couldn't be spoken.

  "It's really great! Life is not easy for these elderly people. Now that they're old, it's time for them to enjoy some good fortune - thank you on behalf of the teachers!"

  Plop!

  Teacher Liu knelt down on both knees and kowtowed twice with a loud thud!

  Very hard, very hard.

  Zhao Zhiqiang did not refuse, because he knew that only in this way would the teacher be at ease, accept the money and use it. He had been stubborn all his life, and what he wanted to do, he must do.

  Zhao Zhiqiang woke up, and Teacher Jing's respect was not for him, but a kind intention called filial piety.

  This, however, was taught by Teacher Liu himself.

  So, after Liu Laoshi finished expressing his gratitude, Zhao Zhiqiang turned around and left.

  Plop.

  At this time, the sound of a car engine came from outside the hospital, and after a while, Zhu Zijun walked over with a large cardboard box in his arms.

  Zhao Zhiqiang knelt down on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times to Teacher Liu, who was standing by the side of the kang.

  "Teacher, without your teachings, I wouldn't have become a person, and when I was in the army, I was just a useless good-for-nothing. Now, I've learned well, can earn money to support my family, and do something for myself, all of these are thanks to you." At the same time, Zhao Zhiqiang used a thread of spiritual energy to activate the copper bell, and a stream of golden air that ordinary people couldn't see radiated towards Zhu Zijun.

  What's this, Brother Qiang?

  This scene happened to be witnessed by Zhu Zhi-jun, who was delivering breakfast and carrying a cardboard box.

  Boom!

  He seemed to have been struck by lightning in his heart and was stunned on the spot.

  He was originally from Chang'an Village, but later moved to Tiennan Street. The old house on the other side of his hometown was used as a storage room for broken things. He also attended elementary school with Teacher Liu, but he never saw Liu Zhanfu again after graduating from elementary school.

  Qiang Ge? What is he doing...

  Someone has come, and there's more than one person.

  Mr. Liu hurriedly helped Zhao Zhiqiang up, and with a face full of tears, he turned around and wiped them away fiercely with his cotton-padded sleeve, laughing as he came out, "Zhu Zhijun, you clever ghost, haha, do you still recognize me?"

  "Teacher Liu, I recognize you." Zhu Zhi Jun felt very embarrassed.

  Mr. Zhu Jun helped the taxi driver move things, and soon four or five large and small boxes were moved.

  Zhu Zijun looked for money to pay the fare, but the driver pressed his hand and said, "Little brother! Consider the fare as a favor from me. Next time you have this kind of job, just call me directly, here's my card."

  That big brother got on the car and left, Zhu Zhi Jun looked at the rear of the car for over ten seconds before turning back to enter the house.

  Why are there so many good people in this world?

  My heart was inexplicably moved for a moment.

  Soon, the four of them brought all the breakfast they had just bought to the dining hall, divided into tables and plates. Some elderly people who were ill and could not leave their rooms, Zhao Zhiqiang and his wife took a walk and delivered it to their bedside.

  After a busy half-day, more than 30 elderly people who had been struggling to make ends meet for many years finally got to eat delicious food they hadn't tasted in years. Some were eating with tears streaming down their faces, while others were eating with big smiles.

  Looking at what they were wearing and covering on the kang, Zhao Zhiqiang felt heartbroken, and Zhu Zhijun had never thought that there was a place poorer than his home!

  Zhao Zhiqiang knew that the vast majority of old people here were childless and had no one to take care of them, and rich families didn't have any elderly people left, they were all rural people who lived by themselves.

  At that time, Teacher Liu resigned from his teaching job to do this full-time. Many people didn't understand it, but later they found out that Teacher Liu was also an orphan who grew up eating at many different households, so it's like he was repaying kindness. From then on, Teacher Liu received extra respect from the villagers.

  The money given by the village is not much, and each village also has some original old people's land rent subsidies, but making three to five hundred yuan per mu is like a drop in the bucket. Prices are soaring, and except for festivals, there aren't many people paying attention here, now it's gotten to the point where they can't do business anymore.

  Zhao Zhiqiang's money was like charcoal in snowy weather, and Teacher Liu was so happy today that it felt like New Year's Day. She especially packed five more big, bright yellow bean-filled buns for Zhao Zhiqiang, saying "Take them back to eat, take them back to eat."

  After dinner, Zhao Zhiqiang expressed his idea of becoming the village director.

  Liu Zhanfu thought for half a day.

  After knocking out the tobacco dregs from the large copper pot, he said after a long time, "Village chief, this official, saying big is not big, no level, no quality, no status, saying small is not small, managing thousands of people's food and horses, although it's not as powerful as the original production team, but now there are more benefits to manage, and personnel thoughts change in all directions, everything is complicated, with pressure from top to bottom, and difficulties on all sides. And relocation, land division, superior subsidies, distribution and other things are complex, must be selfless and dedicated! Must be upright and honest! Must benefit the people!"

  Three musts, Zhao Zhiqiang listened with a ringing in his ears.

  "Yes." Zhao Zhiqiang bowed respectfully, "Teacher, you taught me how to be a person, now you're teaching me how to do things. I will definitely follow your words and be a good person, do good things."

  Zhu Zhenjun stood by, feeling a surge of hot blood flowing through his body. He admired this teacher-student pair even more and felt somewhat ashamed, thinking that standing beside them made him seem like a speck of mouse dung.

  "You're going to run for director of Chang'an Village, I support you! I fully support you, Zhiqiang, you've really grown up. Just because you came to the nursing home today to help serve meals and assist the elderly with their personal care, I feel at ease. You go ahead and do it! Don't be afraid, if there's any difficulty, I'll help out with rural affairs!" Teacher Liu heavily knocked on his pipe.

  Zhao Zhiqiang's heart felt a little wider, as if he had taken a tranquilizer.

  His words were heard by Zhao Zhiqiang.

  Teacher Liu was originally a talented young man, but after becoming an orphan in that era, he was sent to the countryside as a educated youth and never returned to the city. He married his current wife, who is the daughter of Old Dong's family from the village. He stayed in Chang'an Village for thirty years.

  Four years ago, he started taking care of the elderly here. In Chang'an Village and even Tie Nan Street, his virtues and prestige are very heavy among the people.

  Zhao Zhiqiang came here, and he had a feeling of returning home to rely on. After Liu's words, his heart was enlightened.

  "A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold."

  Teacher Liu patted Zhao Zhiqiang's head and said, "Let go of your worries and get down to business."

  Zhu Zijun's heart was pierced again, and he felt a sharp pain. The prodigal son who returned home is priceless.

  "Brother Qiang, I want to help out with Teacher for a few days, is that okay?"

  For some reason, his mind saw those old people who couldn't move or shift, and he felt a sour heart, suddenly coming up with this idea.

  Zhao Zhiqiang patted his shoulder and smiled, "Cheng, you just stay here to help the teacher, focus on doing well with the tasks assigned by the teacher, if there's anything, just give me a call."

  After bidding farewell to Liu's family, Zhao Zhiqiang prepared to return to his village, and Zhu Zijun saw him off at the door.

  "Hmm, Qiang Ge. You really want to be the village head?"

  Zhu Zijun can't understand Lao Da at all now. With such great abilities, why would he want to be a small official who is not even as good as a sesame seed?

  "Xiao Jun, work hard here. If anything happens, call me. Teachers are not easy to come by, do more chores, and when I'm free, I'll come to help too. At their age, they should enjoy life!"

  Zhao Zhiqiang didn't say anything else and got in the car, heading towards the direction of Chang'an Village Committee.

  Zhu Zijun thought of his old mother, a rural woman almost like Teacher's wife, whose body wasn't in good shape either...

  A drop of clear tears rolled down from the corner of her eye.

  Unfortunately, Zhao Zhiqiang didn't see it.

  A thread of luck has been used up.

  Zhu Zunjun went out with a thread when he entered the door.

  Teacher Liu spoke with a hint of something again.

  Today's five strands of spiritual energy have been reduced to two!

  Save some for later use, otherwise we'll have to draw blood again. There are still many things to do, although I don't dare give my mother a trial shot now, but using spiritual energy to explore the location of Lin's old disease is possible.

  Xiao Jun, don't blame your brother for designing you, it's because you really need to be remade, need to learn well, can't be a useless person.

  I don't know if using the 'treasure bewildering magic' on others will really work.

  Zhao Zhiqiang also didn't have a grasp on Zhu Zhijun, that he would from now on take the right path. A disease of the heart can only be cured by medicine for the heart, even if an immortal were to lend a hand, it would still depend on his own willingness to change.

  Several kilometers away is the municipal hospital's general surgery department.

  Zhao Tiejun, who had already gotten rid of his swollen face, tried several times to get up, but was pressed back down by his mother.

  Standing beside him was his anxious uncle, Li De, the director of Tieshan Street, and the former mayor of Tieshan Town, with a gloomy face as frightening as a river that had been polluted for decades.

  "Zhao Zhiqiang? What is he worth?" Bang! A loud punch landed on the hospital's front desk, Li De gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, don't worry, if I can't deal with that group of bastards from Jinzun, how could I not deal with this little soldier boy? I'll make him die in my hands."

  Just as she was walking in the door to change Zhao Tiejun's dressing, Lin Xuejiao, who was wearing a large mask, happened to overhear the conversation about "Zhao Zhiqiang" and was slightly startled.

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