Jiang Xinyue was talking about a new house with red bricks and blue tiles. It looked like it had just been built a few days ago, and half of the walls still had cement surfaces that had not completely dried.

Compared with other buildings in the village, this house does seem very tall.

There was a middle-aged man standing at the door. When he saw the car approaching, he immediately came up to meet it.

Jiang Xinyue opened the car window and waved to him, shouting: "Dad, the boss is here!"

The middle-aged man looked happy and stood beside the car with a look full of anticipation.

When the car stopped, Jiang Zhihao pushed the door open. The man immediately held his hands enthusiastically and said, "You must be Mr. Jiang. Oh, you are such a talented person. No wonder you have such high achievements. Let's go, let's sit inside!"

Jiang Xinyue got out of the car and said, "Dad, you haven't introduced yourself yet, why are you so anxious?"

The middle-aged man groaned, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "What about that? My name is Jiang Chushan, and I am Jiang Xinyue's biological father."

Jiang Zhihao felt a little uncomfortable. His biological father? He said it as if Jiang Xinyue had another father.

Jiang Xinyue also heard this and pouted: "Dad, why can't you even speak? There's no need to be so excited."

"Happy, happy, hahahaha..." the middle-aged man said with a smile.

He didn't actually look nervous, just excited.

"When I saw the car coming all the way, I knew it must be you. Most of the young people in this village have gone out to work, but there are only a dozen or twenty households in total, and very few people come back." Jiang Chushan introduced the village

While understanding the situation inside, Jiang Zhihao was welcomed in.

A large iron pot is being stewed in the yard, and you can smell the spices inside.

Jiang Zhihao had often eaten this kind of farm-fired food, but today he was extraordinarily hungry, and his stomach began to growl when he smelled the smell.

Jiang Xinyue laughed out loud when she heard this: "Boss, are you hungry not long after you just had breakfast? Or is it that the chicken cooked by my dad is too fragrant?"

"All of them." Jiang Zhihao forced a smile, and then glared at Murong Lanyi fiercely.

You don't need to think about it to know that Murong Lanyi must have given him some medicine, which depleted his body and now he is in urgent need of nutritional supplements.

"The chicken needs to be stewed for a while. A four- or five-year-old rooster needs a short stew time and the meat will not rotten." Jiang Chushan said: "How about we go sit in the house first. I have freshly picked tea leaves here.

You can try the ones grown in the yard."

Jiang Zhihao followed the instructions and entered the house. It was very clean and simple inside.

Apart from the common wooden sofas and coffee tables, there are almost no other furnishings.

There is a very traditional calendar hanging on the wall, as well as some posters symbolizing various eras. They all seem to be old and should have been collected by Jiang Chushan himself.

On the altar table against the wall, there is a sacred shrine. What is enshrined in it is not a god or a Buddha, but a spiritual tablet, which reads: "Dong Haixin, the wife of Jiang Chushan."

Jiang Zhihao subconsciously glanced at Jiang Xinyue, who understood and explained: "My mother passed away from cancer many years ago, and it was my father who raised me up. He worked very hard, so he wanted to move to the countryside after retirement, so I agreed.

Anyway, I work hard to make enough money to support both of us."

Jiang Chushan said: "Look what you said, even if you don't make money, my pension is enough to spend. Besides, in this kind of countryside, there is no place to spend money. I will keep my pension from now on."
Chapter completed!