No one dislikes a child who knows gratitude and seeks to repay it, especially the elderly like Hong Zhanjun.
He had merely lent his house to Feng Qingxue to recuperate after childbirth, yet over the years, he really received a lot. He could count on annual deliveries of grain, clothing, and money from Feng Qingxue, and even during her trip to the Capital, she didn't forget to visit him. He was truly content.
"An old man like me can't wear, use, or eat so much," Hong Zhanjun began to speak, not forgetting to mention that he had used the sent items to help others. After all, he was offering on someone else's behalf, and he had to make it known that it was Feng Qingxue's good deed, "I'm getting old, my memory isn't good, and I always forget to tell you something. Now that I've seen you, while I still remember, I better say it quickly."
