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Looking at the smiling Du Mengnan, Zhao Xinyu's heart surged, and he felt a strange feeling that he had never had before. It was not so much Du Mengnan's first kiss, but it was the same for him. You must know that he has never taken the initiative to hold a girl's hand in so many years. , let alone a kiss.

"Why don't you want to?" Seeing that Zhao Xinyu didn't say anything, Du Mengnan thought that Zhao Xinyu was unwilling.

"How come, there is some Youmeng Orchid incense here. You can take them all away later. Then you can get two bottles for each of them according to the order. By the way, your family members should also get some."

While talking, Zhao Xinyu pulled over two large boxes. When he opened the boxes, Du Mengnan saw two boxes full of items with different labels.

"This is all your doing."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "I haven't done anything during this period. I have been busy making this thing. This should be enough for you to use for a while."

"Bring me to the car."

Zhao Xinyu was slightly startled, "What are you doing? Are you planning to give it away? This thing is a bit troublesome to sit up."

"Don't worry, hurry up."

When Zhao Xinyu loaded the two boxes of everything into Du Mengnan's sports car, Du Mengnan didn't even say hello, but stepped on the accelerator. . . . . .

Looking at the sports car driving away, Zhao Xinyu was speechless. When he returned to the hospital, Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan, who were helping Jiang Pengxin recover, laughed and said, "Mengmeng is gone."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Xiaopeng, how do you feel?"

"I can walk more than ten meters, but I'm still a little tired."

"Don't worry, by the way, do you know the Tangtou song by heart?"

"It's cooked. My parents checked it several times and I memorized it in one go."

"Starting from today, I will memorize the "Huangdi Neijing". It will take ten days to memorize it. And when I ask which chapter, you must immediately answer which page it comes from."

Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan were slightly startled, with a trace of embarrassment on their faces. They all looked at Jiang Pengxin with a hint of worry. They had seen the "Huangdi Neijing". The text in it was obscure and convoluted. Not to mention ten days in imagination, even if you give them a month, they may not be able to memorize it, let alone which page each piece comes from.

"Master, it took you several days to recite the Huangdi Neijing."

Zhao Xinyu smiled lightly and said, "I recited it when I was six years old, and it took me four days."

This answer moved Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan. At the age of six, it only took them four days to memorize the "Huangdi Neijing" which they could not recite in a month. How much time did it take?

You must know that the age of six is ​​the time when you are innocent and live a happy childhood nestled in the arms of your parents. But at that time, Zhao Xinyu memorized the "Huangdi Neijing" that others could not recite.

Now he has given his son ten days. On the one hand, he cares about his son, and on the other hand, Zhao Xinyu really hopes that his son can be like him.

"Okay, Master, I will definitely learn it by heart within ten days."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Brother Jiang, how long is it until the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Thirteen days to go."

"Have you heard about the Mid-Autumn Festival in the village?"

"There is no development in Xihanling. The village has no money and nothing to give. Yesterday, I met Uncle Han and said that in the surrounding villages under development, every household has rice, flour and oil, and they are given 500 yuan."

Zhao Xinyu nodded and asked Jiang Pengxin to take a rest. He went back to the room by himself. When he returned to the room, Zhao Xinyu took out his mobile phone and checked the balance on his bank card.

You wouldn't know it if you didn't look at it. He was shocked when he saw that his account balance was nearly two million. In more than half a year, he had earned more than two million. This made Zhao Xinyu Also surprised.

Taking out a pen and paper, Zhao Xinyu sketched on the paper. Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan came in a few times. They also saw that Zhao Xinyu seemed to be calculating something, but Zhao Xinyu did not speak, and they did not ask.

In the afternoon, Zhao Xinyu went out on an electric tricycle. No one knew what he was doing. He didn't come back until the evening, and then he started busy cooking.

After dinner, Zhao Xinyu called Han Tianliang and asked him to bring the village cadres over. Zhao Xinyu just called and said nothing. Han Tianliang didn't know what Zhao Xinyu was going to do.

"Xinyu, is there something wrong?" Around nine o'clock, all the village cadres in Xihanling arrived, and Han Tianliang asked directly without beating around the bush.

"Grandpa Han, how many households are there currently living in the village in Xihanling?"

Han Tianliang didn't even think about it, "There are a total of 642 households in the village, but now there are 516 households in the village, 62 low-income households, 47 poverty-stricken households, 14 households A childless old man, Xinyu, you want to..." Han Tianliang and others suddenly felt excited, and they vaguely felt that Zhao Xinyu might want to distribute some rice noodles or something to the villagers.

You must know that almost all the surrounding villages have been developed in recent years, but Xihanling has not seen any development due to its terrain and lack of water.

During every New Year and festival, people in other villages can receive benefits, but Xihanling cannot get a penny. It is precisely because of this that many young people who have reached the age of marriage cannot even find a wife.

"Grandpa Han, I heard that other villages give every household rice, flour, oil, and five hundred yuan, right?"

Han Tianliang and others nodded with a wry smile. Every time they heard this news, they didn't know how many times they would be asked and criticized by the villagers.

"I'm going out in the afternoon. We won't talk about the households who are out. We will be the same as them for the 516 households who stay in the village. Each household with minimum living allowance and poor households will receive an additional 500 yuan. Each household with 14 orphans and elderly people will receive an additional 500 yuan. One household was given more in the past, but everyone will have to work harder tomorrow."

When Zhao Xinyu said this, Han Tianliang and the others were completely stunned. Everyone was a little confused. Originally, they were thinking that Zhao Xinyu could just give some rice noodles to the villagers, but they didn't want to give it like other villages. Residents are provided with benefits that are not available in other villages.

"Okay, I will notify the villagers later. If they know that you sent these to them, they will go crazy with joy," Han Tianliang said excitedly.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Grandpa Han, I haven't finished speaking yet. You guys have worked hard for the village every day. Grandpa Han, please help me with my work. I will give more to everyone except you." Five thousand as a Mid-Autumn Festival benefit for your hard work for the village."

"Xinyu, this... this is too much," Jia Zhansi, the village party secretary, stuttered a bit when he spoke.

"I am able to come to the village thanks to your help. Without you, I would still be picking up scraps and delivering food on the street."

These words made Han Tianliang and the others fall silent for an instant. It is true that when Zhao Xinyu was in despair, it was the late Xu Ning and Han Tianliang who helped Zhao Xinyu. Now that Zhao Xinyu is rich, he is still grateful to them. They are really a little embarrassed. .

. . . . . .

The next day, people waiting to take photos of Jin Yu and Jin Hen outside the gate suddenly discovered that almost all the villagers in Xihanling were coming towards the compound, which made them immediately realize that something must have happened.

As large trucks drove to the road opposite the gate, the villagers rushed to the road. Later, people learned that Zhao Xinyu did not forget the villagers when he became rich. He distributed Mid-Autumn Festival benefits to every villager at his own expense, and for the villagers Villagers in need have stepped up their efforts to help.

Regarding this kind of positive energy, those photographers did not hesitate to use their traffic. One video after another was posted on the Internet, and it quickly aroused people's heated discussion. The number of likes for each video exceeded 100,000 in a short period of time. Millions.

The power of the Internet is beyond anyone's imagination. When the villagers received their Mid-Autumn Festival benefits, Pengcheng TV station sent a special reporter to conduct on-site interviews. .

They could interview villagers and photographers and share their joy, but the person concerned never showed up. They also wanted to go into the yard to take photos up close, but the black wind like a calf became an insurmountable obstacle for them.

But just like that, reports that Zhao Xinyu did not forget the villagers when he got rich quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys of Pengcheng, making more people know the name Zhao Xinyu.

And Zhao Xinyu was recognized by the villagers of Xihanling because of this Mid-Autumn Festival welfare, and his shadow was imprinted in the hearts of every villager in the village, even Zhao Shiming and the family members of those little ruffians who once resented him.

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