Li Yuzhi had no choice but to nod: "Understood."
Qiu Shaocheng was quite fast, and soon got the introduction letter from the party secretary.
Li Yuzhi saw him carrying a small bundle and about to leave: "Shaocheng, you have to at least tell me where you’re going to find the money, or I won’t feel at ease."
Qiu Shaocheng looked at his wife who was fifteen years younger: "Yuzhi, don’t worry, I’ll be back soon, and surely able to save our Weigang. Don’t forget to let Weitie make a trip."
Li Yuzhi tried hard not to let her tears fall: "Okay, I remember, take care on the road, come back early."
Qiu Shaocheng glanced at his wife and turned to walk out of the village.
He was quite lucky; as soon as he left the village entrance, he ran into the village accountant who was heading to the city for business. Just then, the feeder was driving a mule cart over: "Shaocheng, are you going to the city?"
Qiu Shaocheng answered: "Yes, Accountant Chang, you’re also going to the city."
Accountant Chang nodded and pointed to the mule cart coming over: "Yes, I’m going to the city to fetch fertilizer, just in time to give you a ride."
Qiu Shaocheng had no reason to disagree, and got on the cart. However, he was in a bad mood and only responded occasionally when Accountant Chang spoke.
The fact that the youngest son of the Qiu Family owed gambling debts was something Accountant Chang had naturally heard about. He understood why Qiu Shaocheng wasn’t in the mood to respond, but still earnestly said, "Shaocheng, you need to discipline the child when necessary. Always indulging him makes it easy for him to go astray."
Qiu Shaocheng also knew it was for his own good and nodded: "Accountant Chang is right."
The three of them chatted intermittently and soon arrived in the city.
After saying goodbye, the driver shook his head: "When the Qiu Family couple first came to our village, they were such respectable people. Look at them now, if it weren’t for their eldest son being capable, they would’ve had a hard time surviving."
Accountant Chang agreed: "They pampered their youngest son too much. If they don’t manage him, he’s bound to cause even bigger trouble."
As they spoke, they turned the mule cart around and headed to their production material service agency.
This trip out, Qiu Shaocheng was truly lucky, which gave him quite a bit of confidence, thinking: With such good luck on this trip, even Heaven is helping me, surely I can get the money.
He bought a ticket just before the bus departed, endured seven hours of bumps, and finally entered Capital City.
While Han Jingchen was still looking for someone, Qiu Shaocheng took the initiative to show up.
After getting off, he followed his memory and found the Han Family, gently knocking on their door. After a long while, someone came to open it, and Han Chaohui saw the person standing outside: "Who are you looking for?"
Qiu Shaocheng looked at the teenager: "I’m looking for Mr. Han."
This made Han Chaohui a bit confused, so he asked again: "Who are you looking for?"
Qiu Shaocheng glanced at the Han Family door: "Does Han Chuan Nian live here?"
When Han Chaohui heard this person was looking for his grandfather: "Who are you?"
Qiu Shaocheng didn’t know Mr. Han had already passed away, so he introduced himself: "I’m Qiu Shaocheng, an old acquaintance of your grandfather."
Han Chaohui invited him in: "Then I should address you as Grandpa Qiu. Unfortunately, my grandfather passed away from illness many years ago."
Upon hearing his old friend had passed, half of Qiu Shaocheng’s heart went cold.
Seeing his saddened expression, Han Chaohui assumed Qiu Shaocheng was mourning for his grandfather, and quickly poured a glass of water to hand over: "Grandpa Qiu, have some water."
Qiu Shaocheng took the water, absent-mindedly asking: "What illness did your grandfather have that he just left like that?"
Han Chaohui sighed: "Smoking was too severe, it was a lung problem, and there was nothing more to be done."
Qiu Shaocheng remained silent for a long time after listening to this, while Han Chaohui thought it was because of his grandpa, not realizing Qiu Shaocheng was contemplating who he could now ask to borrow the money with Mr. Han gone.
After a long pause, he tried asking: "Which branch of the Han family are you from?"
Han Chaohui answered the question: "I am the youngest son of the eldest branch, Han Jingheng."
Qiu Shaocheng nodded at him: "Your eyes are just like your grandfather’s."
Hearing his words, Han Chaohui completely believed this person truly was his grandfather’s old acquaintance, because everyone who knew his grandfather said he had eyes like his grandfather’s.