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Tang Baozhu returned to the intersection the same way she came, sighing in her heart why women should make things difficult for other women. Saving a love-brained person is also a good thing. Whether Song Xiaohua can wake up depends on her own luck.

The rickshaw driver had not arrived yet, so she waited for a while on the roadside at the entrance of the village, still holding the lifelike bamboo dragonfly in her hand, its wings slowly flying with the wind.

A black Ford sedan slowly drove over from the county road. The driver's window slowly lowered, revealing a young face, about thirty years old, wearing a black Zhongshan suit, well-dressed.

"Miss, how long will it take to get to Suhe Town?"

Tang Baozhu took a look at the car. There were very few cars in Suhe Town. Her family and the Qin family were among the richest families in Suhe Town. They had one, but they rarely drove it except for business. She pointed in the direction she was going.

"Go straight, we'll be there in about twenty minutes."

The glass on the back seat of the car was dark, so I couldn't see the people inside clearly.

Ning Jinchuan was in the back seat, legs crossed, dozing off on the leather seat.

Hearing the crisp female voice, he slightly raised his eyelids, his brown eyes were extremely deep, and he turned the sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, looking noble and cold. The car window was one-way, so the outsiders could not see the people inside, but the insiders could clearly see the people outside.

I saw a girl outside the window, holding a paper dragonfly in her hand. Her fox fur scarf covered her chin, revealing half of her bright face. She had slender shoulders and a thin waist, her eyes were clear and bright, and her lips were red without makeup. She was stunning at first glance.

The two buns covered with pearls concealed a lot of her charm and made her look more cute, which was totally out of place in this country road.

Even Fu Meng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help smacking his lips.

There is a temple called Pu Du Temple in Kaobei, Suhe Town, which is famous far and wide. People doing business always like to burn incense and worship Buddha, and the Ning family is no exception.

You need to fast for three days, take a bath and change clothes. Ning Jinchuan has been worshipping here for two years. This year is the last year and he will not come again.

In his words, worshiping Buddha is like looking in the mirror. He is not worshiping Buddha, but himself in the mirror. When you give yourself hope, you are your own Bodhisattva. When you help others, you are the Bodhisattva of others.

He stayed in Pudu Temple for three days and wanted to return to Shanghai immediately, but he heard that the silk weaving and furniture factories in Suhe Town had developed rapidly in the past two years. Even Xindao Zuoji of Sakuragi Chamber of Commerce had secretly come to Suhe Town. So he made a detour to investigate in Suhe Town.

Driver Bai Yang saw Tang Baozhu staring at the bamboo dragonfly and joked,

"Miss, do you like these little things? They are used to please young girls. They are everywhere in the countryside and are worthless."

Tang Baozhu smiled, loosened her fingers slightly, and the bamboo dragonfly turned and fell into the stinky ditch beside her.

"No, I like gold ones."

The driver was stunned and laughed.

"That's right. Who would like this kind of gadget? Only gold ones are valuable."

Tang Baozhu suddenly remembered the famous words of Ning Jinchuan in the book, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth.

"In this chaotic world, nothing can be trusted. Only gold, silver, money and food can give people peace of mind."

Without gold, silver, money and food, nothing can be protected. Ning Jinchuan was able to become the richest man in Shanghai during the turbulent times, so he was naturally an awesome person.

"Miss, please be clear-headed."

Tang Baozhu smiled faintly.

Ning Jinchuan waved from the back seat. Bai Yang did not stop, said thank you to Tang Baozhu, and quickly stepped on the accelerator.

Fu Meng joked in the passenger seat,

"Master Ning, burning incense and praying to Buddha is really useful. You can have romantic encounters in the countryside. It's a pity that he is a money-grubber."

Ning Jinchuan squinted his eyes and said nothing.

Fu Meng then sighed.

"But it's the same idea as our master. When he first rescued me from the dock, he also said something like this. Tsk, only gold, silver, money and food can make people feel at ease."

The car drove slowly past, and when it passed the back seat, a man could be vaguely seen sitting inside. He had a high nose bone, neat and steady lines, and a faint scent of sandalwood wafted past.

She suddenly remembered that in the original novel, only Ning Jinchuan liked to do this kind of thing. He always had the scent of sandalwood around him and had to eat vegetarian food on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month.

Tang Baozhu took a special look at the license plate. It was from Shanghai. One needs to take a ferry to get from Shanghai to Suhe Town, so the car must also be transported by ferry.

Such a particular person thought of Ning Jinchuan again. He was the only one who didn't like dirt, mess or noise, and had a slight obsession with cleanliness. He had to travel in his own car.

On second thought, I realized I was thinking too much. How could someone at the top of the pyramid in Shanghai come to a small place like Suhe Town?

Soon the rickshaw driver came over. Tang Baozhu didn't think any more about it and asked the driver to go back to Tang's house.

The rickshaw quickly returned to Suhe Town, and after passing through the granite brick streets, they arrived at Tang's residence. The carved wooden door was open. It was just time for dinner, and when Butler Huang saw Tang Baozhu, he quickly greeted her.

"The second young lady is back. Go to the dining room quickly. The eldest young master is back."

Butler Huang is over fifty years old and has worked in the Tang family for decades. He is very shrewd and capable. When the Tang family was in trouble, he was the last to leave. Before leaving, he gave a lot of money to the original owner, which was his salary for half a year. Later, it was all taken away by Zhou Yixin.

Tang Baozhu smiled, lifted her skirt, and stepped over the threshold.

"Thank you, Uncle Huang. I understand."

"The eldest young master loves you the most. He brought back a lot of gifts when he went to Shanghai for business this time."

Tang Baozhu pursed her lips and said nothing. Song Shaoguang was the eldest young master, the original owner's brother from another family. When the original owner's parents got married and had no children, they adopted Song Shaoguang from the countryside.

The person the original owner liked to be close to the most was Song Shaoguang. Song Shaoguang seemed kind, smart, humble, and polite.

But it is often such people who have deep scheming minds. The original owner never understood until her death why Song Shaoguang sold her to the Japanese invaders.

In fact, Song Shaoguang is an ungrateful person who is good at disguising himself. He has long colluded with the Japanese invaders. Zhou Yixin was also specially found by him to frame the Tang family. He wanted to swallow up the Tang family with all his heart.

The Tang family had never treated Song Shaoguang badly, but human nature was unpredictable. Song Shaoguang did such a cruel thing and ruined the Tang family.

Later, Song Shaoguang changed the Tang house into the Song Mansion. On the day the original owner left Suhe Town, the Tang house was burned down. The Tang family was destroyed and ceased to exist.

She didn't know when Song Shaoguang started to collude with the Japanese invaders, but the Japanese Sakuragi Chamber of Commerce would sooner or later take action against the Tang family. She used the name of the Ning family not only to cancel the engagement, but also to intimidate the Sakuragi Chamber of Commerce hiding in the dark.

Retracting her thoughts, Tang Baozhu walked to the dining room.

Dad and Mom were in the chair. Tang Zhengguo was wearing a black gown, had a black beard, and had a neatly combed side part. He was holding a brand new pocket watch in his hand, swinging it on the watch chain, smiling from ear to ear.

"Shanghai is developing really well now, and there are Western things everywhere."