Chapter 52

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Looking at Du Mengnan with her radiant smile, Zhao Xinyu felt a surge of emotion, a strange feeling he had never experienced before. It was as if this was his first kiss, just as it was for Du Mengnan. After all, for so many years, he had never even held a girl's hand, let alone kissed anyone.

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

"How could I not? There's still some Youmeng Orchid Fragrance here. Take it all with you, and give each of them two bottles according to the list. Oh, and take some for your family too."

As he spoke, Zhao Xinyu pulled over two large boxes. When he opened them, Du Mengnan saw two boxes full of different labels of Qinguoqingcheng.

"Did you make all of this?"

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "I didn't do anything else these past few days, just focused on making this. It should be enough for you to use for a while."

"Put it all in the car."

Zhao Xinyu was slightly taken aback, "What for? You're not planning to give it all away, are you? It's not easy to make this stuff."

"Never mind, hurry up."

When Zhao Xinyu had moved the two boxes of Qinguoqingcheng into Du Mengnan's sports car, she didn't even say goodbye, and just stepped on the gas and drove off...

Watching the sports car drive away, Zhao Xinyu was speechless. When he returned to the courtyard, Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan, who were helping Jiang Pengxin recover, chuckled, "Mengmeng is gone."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, "Xiaopeng, how are you feeling?"

"I can walk about ten meters, but I'm still a bit tired."

"Don't rush. By the way, have you memorized the Tangtou Song?"

"I have. My parents checked me several times, and I recited it all in one go."

"Starting today, you'll memorize the Huangdi Neijing. You must have it memorized in ten days, and when I ask about a specific passage, you must immediately tell me which page it's from."

Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan were slightly taken aback, their faces showing a hint of difficulty. They looked at Jiang Pengxin with concern. They had seen the Huangdi Neijing before, and the text was complex and hard to recite. They couldn't imagine memorizing it in ten days, let alone knowing which page each passage was on.

"Master, how long did it take you to memorize the Huangdi Neijing?"

Zhao Xinyu smiled faintly, "I memorized it at six years old, and it took me four days."

This answer moved Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan. Zhao Xinyu had memorized the Huangdi Neijing, which they couldn't memorize in a month, in just four days at the age of six. At that age, most children were enjoying their carefree childhood, but Zhao Xinyu had already memorized the Huangdi Neijing, which others couldn't memorize.

Now he was giving his son ten days, partly out of concern and partly because he truly hoped his son could be like him.

"Alright, Master, I will definitely memorize it in ten days."

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

"Thirteen days."

"Have you heard if the village will do anything for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"Xihanling hasn't developed at all, and the village has no money to give anything. Yesterday, I heard Grandpa Han talking about how the surrounding developed villages give each household rice, flour, oil, and 500 yuan."

Zhao Xinyu nodded, reminding Jiang Pengxin to rest, and then returned to his room. Once in his room, Zhao Xinyu took out his phone and checked the balance on his bank card.

He was surprised to see that his account balance was nearly two million yuan. In just over half a year, he had earned over two million yuan, which was unexpected for Zhao Xinyu.

Taking out paper and pen, Zhao Xinyu started sketching on the paper. Jiang Fei and Qu Qianfan came in a few times and saw that Zhao Xinyu seemed to be doing some calculations, but he didn't say anything, so they didn't ask.

In the afternoon, Zhao Xinyu went out on his electric tricycle, and no one knew what he was doing. He didn't return until evening and then started preparing dinner.

After dinner, Zhao Xinyu called Han Tianliang and asked him to bring the village officials over. Zhao Xinyu just made the call and didn't say anything else, so Han Tianliang didn't know what he was planning.

"Xinyu, is there something you need?" Around nine o'clock, all the village officials from Xihanling had gathered, and Han Tianliang didn't beat around the bush, asking directly.

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

Han Tianliang didn't even think, "There are 642 households in the village, but now only 516 households remain. There are 62 households on low-income assistance, 47 poor households, and 14 households of childless elderly. Xinyu, are you...?" Han Tianliang and the others were suddenly excited, sensing that Zhao Xinyu might be planning to give the villagers some rice and flour.

After all, in recent years, almost all the surrounding villages had been developed, except for Xihanling, which had remained undeveloped due to its terrain and lack of water.

Every year during festivals, the people in other villages received benefits, but the people in Xihanling received nothing, which is why many young people couldn't even find a spouse.

"Grandpa Han, I heard that other villages give each household rice, flour, oil, and 500 yuan, right?"

Han Tianliang and the others nodded with a bitter smile. Every time they heard this news, they were asked and criticized by the villagers countless times.

"I went out this afternoon. We won't talk about the households that have moved out. For the 516 households that remain in the village, we will give them the same as the other villages. For the low-income and poor households, we will add an extra 500 yuan, and for the 14 households of childless elderly, we will give them more than before. But everyone will have to work hard tomorrow."

When Zhao Xinyu said this, Han Tianliang and the others were completely stunned, each one a bit dazed. They had thought Zhao Xinyu would just give some rice and flour, but he was giving the same as the other villages and even more for the households in need.

"Alright, I'll notify the villagers. If they know you're giving them this, they'll be overjoyed," Han Tianliang said excitedly.

Zhao Xinyu chuckled, "Grandpa Han, I'm not done yet. You all work hard for the village every day. Grandpa Han, you help me a lot. Besides you, I will give each of you an additional 5,000 yuan as a Mid-Autumn Festival benefit for your hard work."

"Xinyu, this... this is too much," the village secretary Jia Zhansi stuttered.

"I owe my presence in the village to your help. Without you, I would still be picking up trash and delivering food on the streets."

This made Han Tianliang and the others fall silent. Indeed, when Zhao Xinyu was down and out, it was the late Xu Ning and Han Tianliang who had helped him. Now that Zhao Xinyu was wealthy, he was still grateful to them, which made them feel a bit ashamed.

...

The next day, the people waiting outside the gate to film Jin Yu and Jin Hen suddenly noticed that the villagers of Xihanling were all heading towards the courtyard. This made them realize that something must have happened.

As large trucks drove to the road opposite the gate, the villagers surged onto the road. It was then that they learned that Zhao Xinyu, having become wealthy, had not forgotten the villagers. He had spent his own money to give each household a Mid-Autumn Festival benefit, and for the households in need, he had increased the assistance.

For this positive energy, the videographers were not stingy with their internet traffic. Videos were posted online, and soon they sparked heated discussions, with each video receiving over a million likes in a short time.

The power of the internet was beyond anyone's imagination. As the villagers collected their Mid-Autumn Festival benefits, the Pengcheng TV station sent a special reporter to conduct on-site interviews.

They could interview the villagers and the videographers, sharing the villagers' joy, but the person responsible never showed up. They wanted to enter the courtyard for a close-up shot, but the black wind, like a bull, became an insurmountable obstacle.

Nevertheless, the reports about Zhao Xinyu's wealth and his concern for the villagers quickly spread throughout Pengcheng, making more people aware of Zhao Xinyu's name.

Zhao Xinyu was also recognized by the villagers of Xihanling because of this Mid-Autumn Festival benefit, and his shadow was imprinted in the hearts of every villager, even those who had once resented him, like Zhao Shiming and the families of the small hooligans.

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