I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Wei Miao recounted what had just happened.

Lu Pingsheng got up from the rocking chair, stroking his ring with one hand, and paced back and forth in the drizzle.

"Ah Miao, next, I will go find Wu Ziyang."

Wei Miao reminded: "You just had a fight last night."

Lu Pingsheng walked under the eaves, hugged Wei Miao with his slightly wet hands and said:

"When you go find him, just talk about saving people, don't mention anything else."

Wei Miao tilted his head and asked him: "Have you thought of a solution?"

Lu Pingsheng nodded, his brows relaxed, and he said in a very good mood: "Once this matter is settled, sulfanilamide will be back in our hands. Little money-grubber, just wait for the money."

"What about Li Xiaoya?" Wei Miao did not forget this woman of unidentified identity.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Lu Pingsheng's eyes, and he said coldly: "Leave it to me."

Wei Miao knew that this was not the first or second time that he had the intention to kill Li Xiaoya, so he nodded and turned to leave.

Lu Pingsheng called her again, took an oil-paper umbrella from the door, opened it and handed it to her.

"Go ahead. Even though it's just a drizzle, it's easy to get sick if it keeps getting wet."

Wei Miao looked at the elegant young man holding an oil-paper umbrella. It was hard to imagine that in just such a short period of time, he had planned everything with just a ring and a name.

Wei Miao was walking in the alley holding an oil-paper umbrella.

The spring rain washed the checkered road very clean, and the unknown weeds on both sides stretched out their leaves, as if enjoying this gift from heaven.

Wu Ziyang heard a knock on the door, got up and opened it, and saw Wei Miao, with a look of slight surprise on his handsome face.

Wei Miao put away the umbrella in his hand, shook off the water droplets on it, and stood at his door.

He walked in with Lin Zi'e's bag in his hand and asked, "Is Miss Li not at your house?"

Wu Ziyang poured hot water for Wei Miao and said worriedly:

"Her cousin fell seriously ill and was taken away by his family last night."

Wei Miao thought about Kudo Ishigami’s death yesterday, and he understood.

"What brings you here so early in the morning?"

Wu Ziyang raised his peach blossom eyes slightly. Xiaoya said something wrong. It was not because of Lu Pingsheng's arrival that Wei Miao became estranged from him.

It’s just that this little brat has always kept his distance from many people in the alley, but not from Lu Pingsheng.

Thinking of this, he felt a little sad in his heart, and the scene of the little brat looking for food in her house in the past flashed through his mind.

At that time he still felt that he was different.

Wei Miao didn't beat around the bush and directly told the story of Wang Sanqiang again.

He opened the bundle on the coffee table, revealing the gold and silver jewelry inside.

"I was there with A-Ling and a few others at the time. Patrolman Wang did nothing wrong. If he hadn't fired those two shots, the young man would have died. I think the young man is quite prestigious."

Wu Ziyang's expression remained unchanged, and he was noncommittal in his heart. If he really had an identity, his savior would not have ended up like this.

What’s more, in the French Concession, except for a few Chinese people whose identities were acceptable, what did the identities of other people matter?

Wu Ziyang just glanced at the gold and ocean inside, pondered for a moment, and said calmly:

"Okay, I'll take the money, but you have to wait half a month before you can release me."

After hearing this, Wei Miao's eyes brightened up and she smiled, with two sweet dimples.

"Are you so happy about someone who is insignificant to you?" Wu Ziyang was affected by Wei Miao's smile and glanced at her teasingly.

Wei Miao exhaled and said helplessly:

"Little Wu, you don't know. Their family members knelt down and cried as soon as they entered the door. How could I, a rickshaw driver's kid, save them? I guess they heard that I can talk to you, so they threw a stone to ask for directions."

Wu Ziyang liked Wei Miao's clarity and picked out a volume of Dayang Dao from his bundle:

"You give them a bag of money and return it to them. They are all unfortunate people, and it is just an unprovoked disaster."

Wei Miao often feels that human nature is complicated because of these little things.

Even if Wu Ziyang's status is not ordinary, to do this matter, he must use money to bribe people.

In the end, what ended up in his hands was probably just this bag of dollars.

Whether it was for her sake or because she felt that Wang Sanqiang did not deserve the death penalty.

He could help a Chinese patrolman without any hesitation and without asking for any money. If it were her, she probably wouldn't be able to do that.

Didn't she only help after she got the ring and name given by Lin Zi'e?

When Wei Miao returned home, the two little ones from Lin Zi'e's family were already playing with Wei Dong.

Only the older children were left standing beside their mother, and the teenager had the same worry on his face as his mother.

When Lin Zi'e saw Wei Miao coming back with only an umbrella in his hand, she felt relieved.

"Aunt, if nothing unexpected happens, Patrolman Wang will be released in half a month."

Wei Miao gave a promise, and Lin Zi'e shook her body, crying and laughing, preparing to ask the child to kowtow to Wei Miao again.

Seeing that Wei Miao did not look embarrassed, Xu Ayu felt relieved and quickly pulled Lin Zi'e and said:

"Sister, things are still undecided, please don't shorten the child's life any more."

Lin Zi'e nodded hurriedly, and said with a forced smile while shedding tears:

"Yes, yes, I can't let my benefactor shorten his life."

Wei Miao took out a piece of paper-wrapped silver dollar from his small bag and handed it to her, saying:

"Although something happened, we still have to live our lives. The people in charge also felt that Patrolman Wang was wronged, so he returned the money."

Wei Miao didn't mention Wu Ziyang's name, not to deny his kindness, but because he didn't want to cause trouble for Wu Ziyang.

Since she went to find Wu Ziyang, the cause and effect of Wu Ziyang fell on her. Without knowing whether it was good or bad, she couldn't make things complicated.

After seeing off Lin Zi'e's family who were full of gratitude, Xu Ayu looked at his daughter's nonchalant expression and asked:

"Ah Miao, can this really be accomplished?"

Wei Miao looked at her red eyes and teased her:

"Mom, if little Angkor can't do this, then we can only say that everything is determined by fate."

Xu Ayu was worried, "If it doesn't work, my family won't be asked to return the money, right?"

Wei Miao laughed out loud, took Xu Ayu's arm and said, "Mom, your idea is really unique."

Xu Ayu glared at her with red eyes.

Wei Ada's eyes were red, and he said in a muffled voice: "When I see them, I remember your situation when I was sick in bed..."

The couple held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes for a long time.

"Auntie, Mr. Lu said that she wants to eat eight-treasure duck, shepherd's purse and bamboo shoots fried rice cake, and wine-flavored scallions for lunch."

Xu Ayu is pregnant, and Dr. Ding said she is malnourished and needs to be well taken care of.

In Xu Ayu's opinion, keeping a good life means not going out to sell braised meat at the dock, and washing clothes and cooking at home are not considered top-notch work.

Wei Ada and Wei Miao didn't want her to work hard.

"I am pregnant, not disabled..."

So after the crazy old woman had a tantrum, the family's meals returned to the standard before they sold braised meat.

Lu Pingsheng generously paid one hundred French francs as food expenses, which soothed Xu Ayu's anxiety about selling less braised meat.