She was driven away by her own mother at the beginning, and she became rich by cultivating immortals

Chapter 75: Worth a Natural Disaster

This may be the fastest home visit in Teacher Liu’s career.

Within ten minutes she came out of Zhu's house in a not very good mood.

Seeing Jiang Chuci still waiting outside, Teacher Liu forced a smile and said, "Thank you for your concern, Jiang. I can still bear it."

Jiang Chuci said nothing, just chuckled as if nothing had happened: "I'll take you out. I'm having a headache reviewing lately."

As she spoke, she hammered her head in distress, as if she really had a headache.

Teacher Liu couldn't help but laugh. Knowing that Jiang Chuci wanted to comfort herself in this way, she cooperated perfectly without any sign of sadness.

But Jiang Chuci knew that she still felt uneasy.

Some people are like this. Teacher Liu and Zhu Yuanyuan are just teacher and student.

Jiang Chuci asked herself, she would never be able to do that.

Different personalities, different positions, different views, and different obsessions.

Jiang Chuci rode a tricycle to take Teacher Liu to the station and stayed with her all the time. The last bus was at five o'clock, and Teacher Liu kept asking her to go back, but she insisted.

After she got on the bus, he rode his tricycle back.

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It was past five o'clock and not yet completely dark, so it looked like three or four in the afternoon.

Seeing that it was still daylight, Jiang Chuci stopped the tricycle and went to a nearby delicatessen to buy some pork head, which was Jiang Guosheng's favorite.

The pig head meat is braised in advance and cut into slices.

Jiang Chuci, who was carrying the pork head out, caught a glimpse of the bookstore across the street. Since she was already out, she might as well buy a few elementary school books for Jiang Moxue.

There were not many people in the bookstore. The staff in charge was standing on a ladder, holding a notebook in his hand, checking all the books.

Seeing someone coming in, he just casually greeted them: "Choose for yourself. If you can't find it, come and ask me. You can borrow or buy it."

The man seemed very busy, implying that he wanted her not to look for him.

Jiang Chuci could only look for it by herself. There was a pile of books on the table near the door of the bookstore. They were all picture books with little nutritional value. The better ones would not be placed at the door.

Going further in, there are rows of bookshelves with various digital labels on them.

The first grade books were in a small area, in a corner. She searched for a long time before she found them: a Chinese book and a math book.

He took a few draft books, pencils and erasers and was walking out.

"Ginger girl?"

A man's slightly hesitant voice sounded behind her. Jiang Chuci turned around and saw a man who looked to be in his forties or fifties with a scholarly air.

His gentle temperament exudes a stern and solemn feeling that one cannot ignore.

Jiang Chuci remembered every guest, but she was sure she didn't know this person.

"I'm Feng Runming, the principal of the town's primary school. My wife bought skin cream from you not long ago."

When Jiang Chuci turned around, Feng Runming smiled and he stepped forward and introduced himself.

Feng Runming's polite attitude made people feel good. He did not appear abrupt. He even took out his principal ID to show that he was not lying.

He originally wanted to do his best to help, but when he found his connections, he discovered that Jiang Chuci's problem had already been resolved, and with his personality, he would not bring it up on his own initiative.

I wasn't able to help anyway, so what's there to say?

This time he came to the bookstore to pick up the test papers, some of which would be printed by the bookstore.

Hearing the words "primary school principal", Jiang Chuci's expression flickered slightly. It was like someone sending a pillow when she was sleepy. She curled her lips and smiled, "Principal Feng."

Feng Runming nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the book in her hand, and asked curiously: "Primary school textbooks, Jiang girl, do you have children in elementary school?" He was not asking casually, if there were any, he could help.

Jiang Chuci nodded after confirming his identity and told him the details of Jiang Moxue: "My sister can still recognize a few words."

During her recent review period, she would occasionally help Jiang Moxue learn to read.

It's just that they know not many words, only a dozen or so. Village children generally don't go to kindergarten, so they are a little behind children in the city.

There was a glimmer of joy in Feng Runming's eyes, and he did not hide his thoughts at all.

"You can let her come to my school. There are still two months of summer vacation. You can bring her here directly at the end of August. I will find someone to arrange it."

Jiang Chuci heard him say that, but she didn't say anything. "Then I'll trouble Principal Feng. I'll take my sister to register when the time comes."

"No trouble." He still wanted to buy medicine from Jiang Chuci. It was just a small favor for him.

"Then Principal Feng, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go to school when the time comes."

"Hey, wait a moment."

Jiang Chuci looked over and saw Feng Runming writing something on a piece of paper. He then tore it off and handed it over: "Just in case, this can also serve as a letter of recommendation."

She took it, folded it confidently and put it in the book: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Feng Runming always had a smile on his face.

Jiang Chuci smiled and nodded, then went out. She always felt that Feng Runming was a little too enthusiastic.

I want to buy medicine, what could it be, the one that hasn’t been announced yet?
Speaking of medicine, she suddenly remembered that she had not yet gone to the newspaper. Guo Huailiang helped a lot with this matter. He rushed to write the manuscript for publication in the newspaper overnight, and it must have taken a lot of thought.

But it’s a bit late today, I’ll buy something to thank you tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chuci wrapped the things in cloth, put them in the small basket in the truck bed, then inserted the key, started the tricycle and went back.

On the other side, Feng Runming took the test paper back home.

He Mengjuan was washing her child's hands while her mother-in-law had already prepared the meal.

Seeing Feng Runming coming back, she wiped her little daughter's hands and said, "Be good, go and have dinner with grandma first. Mom will be here soon."

The little girl smiled adorably: "Mom, please hurry up."

Seeing her daughter jumping and sitting on the dining table, He Mengjuan approached her husband and said, "Something good happened. You are in a good mood today."

Feng Runming told her about his encounter with Jiang Chuci, glanced at his mother who was mixing egg custard rice for her daughter, and lowered his voice:

"I thought I could help her as much as possible so that I could always remember it later. Mom's health can't wait too long."

He Mengjuan frowned: "What if it's not the medicine you guessed?"

Feng Runming put his changed shoes in the shoe cabinet, his expression unchanged: "At least I tried my best, and I won't regret it in the future."

But He Mengjuan knew that he was suffering, and how could he be as relaxed as he said.

She sighed in her heart. Her mother-in-law was sick and the doctor said that without medicine she would have less than half a year to live. As a daughter-in-law, she felt very sad.

Her mother-in-law was so good to her, and she was not a hard-headed person. She had long regarded her mother-in-law as her own mother, and naturally hoped that she could recover.

In today's world, medicine is hard to buy, and imported medicine is even harder to buy.

Poor people have to rely on hardship to get by all their lives, and those who can afford it may not be able to buy it.

It's not easy at all, being sick is as bad as a natural disaster.

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(End of this chapter)