The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

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After parting ways with Jiang Muyan, Jiang Xiechuan returned to his dormitory.

Fu Moxuan was filling their water bottles when he noticed Jiang Xiechuan's wet hair and pants, and he couldn't help but frown.

"What happened? Even if you went fishing in the river, you shouldn't have gotten your pants like this."

"Third Brother, don't mention it, let me change my clothes first!"

Fu Moxuan nodded upon hearing this and turned to leave.

"Third Brother, there's no need to go out. Do you think I can't see you?"

Fu Moxuan paused, turned around to look at him, and smiled slightly: "I was afraid you'd be shy."

"Huh?" Jiang Xiechuan was stunned for a moment. By the time he realized what was happening, Fu Moxuan had already walked out of the room.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud. This Brother Fu seemed to be different from what others said. He could even joke around. Wasn't that great?

After changing into dry clothes and soaking his dirty clothes, Jiang Xiechuan walked to the door. Fu Moxuan, leaning against the doorframe, then spoke:

"What happened? You look like you fell into the river."

Jiang Xiechuan felt much better after changing into clean clothes. Hearing Fu Moxuan's question, he immediately began to speak with great interest:

"That's pretty much it! But it wasn't me who fell into the river, it was Old Wang's grandson, Little Stone."

Jiang Xiechuan recounted the entire story of rescuing the person by the river to Fu Moxuan. At the end, he couldn't help but slap his thigh and exclaim, "Third Brother, you didn't see how fast Jiang Muyan is! I can't even catch up with her when she runs!"

After a pause, he finally voiced his doubts:

"Strangely enough, when Jiang Muyan saw Wang Daniu, she couldn't wait to say that she wanted to go fishing in the river. After learning the exact location, she quickly ran to the riverbank, as if she was going to save the child."

But upon closer reflection, it seemed more like a coincidence, since we were quite far from the riverbank at the time and couldn't have heard any cries for help.

Upon hearing Jiang Xiechuan's words, Fu Moxuan's eyes flashed. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the two human traffickers at the Beijing train station.

However, perhaps it really is just a coincidence.

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In the afternoon, after Jiang Muyan converted her newly acquired merits into spiritual energy, she set off for Old Master Qiao's house.

Grandpa Qiao was in even better spirits today than yesterday, Qiao Jintao greeted him with a smile:

"Jiang Zhiqing, you've finally arrived! My dad's appetite has improved a lot today, and he can even sit up by himself. He's in much better shape than before he went to the hospital!"

Jiang Muyan smiled and nodded: "Things will only get better from now on!"

As she spoke, she looked at Qiao Jintao again:

"Uncle Qiao, I'll write you a prescription in a bit. Please buy it in advance and have it ready. Once Grandpa Qiao no longer needs acupuncture, you can use the herbal decoction to consolidate the therapeutic effect."

"Oh! Good, good!" Qiao Jintao felt like he was living in a dream these past two days, watching his father get better day by day, and he was happier than anyone else.

While Jiang Muyan was administering acupuncture to Old Master Qiao, Qiao Jintao quietly returned to his room. Only after Jiang Muyan had finished tidying up the needles and was preparing to leave did he emerge carrying a stack of ten-yuan notes.

"Jiang Zhiqing, this is a small token of our appreciation. Please don't find it offensive."

Grandpa Qiao also said with a smile:

"Girl, just accept it! You saved my life, this little bit of money is nothing."

Jiang Muyan gently shook her head and declined with a smile:

"Grandpa Qiao, Uncle Qiao, you're too kind. It was just a small favor. Please keep this money for Grandpa Qiao's medicine; the Chinese herbs in the prescription aren't cheap."

"How can that be!" Qiao Jintao and Old Master Qiao said with some disagreement.

"Grandpa Qiao, Uncle Qiao, if you really feel bad about it, just give me some vegetables later. Not too much, it's hot and they'll spoil easily," Jiang Muyan said. Vegetables were exactly what she needed right now.

Actually, the main reason she didn't charge Mr. Qiao for the consultation was that she could tell from Qiao Jintao's face that the stack of money was almost all of his family's savings.

Over the years, Grandpa Qiao served as the Party Secretary of Wanshan Brigade. He would lend a helping hand to anyone in need, but his own family struggled to make ends meet.

After retiring, her health deteriorated, and she spent a lot of money on medical treatment and medication over the years. Even so, they were willing to use their remaining savings for medical fees. How could she bear to accept such money from such a kind family?

Moreover, she doesn't yet have a medical license, and if people find out she accepted money, it will inevitably cause trouble. Even if the Qiao family doesn't report her, it's hard to say what will happen to others.

After politely declining the Qiao family's offer, Jiang Muyan carried the half-basket of vegetables and grain they insisted on giving her and headed towards the educated youth settlement. This was only after she had repeatedly stopped them; otherwise, the Qiao family would have given her even more.

She planned to put the vegetables in a mustard bag and eat them slowly; it would be enough for her to eat for several days.

Unfortunately, she arrived a little too late. It's almost autumn now, and it's too late to plant vegetables.

Today, the Qiao family also gave her some garlic. She thought that if she soaked it in water, it wouldn't be long before garlic sprouts appeared.

In winter, with the kang (heated brick bed) heated inside, bringing garlic sprouts into the room serves two purposes: they can be enjoyed as a bonsai and used as a seasoning when cooking.

Back in her dormitory, Jiang Muyan closed the door and eagerly began cultivating. She didn't stop until the sun had set.

Just as she was about to get up to cook, she heard a voice from outside:

"Is Jiang, the educated youth, here?"

Jiang Muyan opened the door and found Wang Daniu carrying a wardrobe and a large basket on his back.

Wang Daniu smiled and said when he saw Jiang Muyan come out:

"Jiang Zhiqing, I've brought this wardrobe over. Where do you think it would be suitable to put it?"

Jiang Muyan replied with a smile:

"Thank you very much, Brother Wang. Please leave it in this room!"

As Jiang Muyan spoke, she walked down the steps and, together with Wang Daniu, carried the wardrobe to the dormitory.

After putting the wardrobe away, Wang Daniu looked at Jiang Muyan gratefully and said:

"Jiang, thank you so much for today. If it weren't for you and Jiang Xiechuan saving my son, I don't know what would have happened to him!"

As he spoke, he took out five yuan, then untied the basket from his back and took out some vegetables and grains:

"Jiang Zhiqing, my father said he absolutely cannot accept money from you for this wardrobe. You can eat these vegetables and grains first, and if you need more, just let me know."

Wang Daniu scratched the back of his head with an honest expression, his tone very sincere.

"Brother Wang, I only gave the child a few acupuncture treatments today, I didn't do anything special. I'll take these vegetables, but you can take the money and food back."

Wang Daniu was naturally unwilling to agree. Making a wardrobe was just a little work, but Jiang Zhiqing had saved his son's life! He put the money into the grain sack and placed it at Jiang Muyan's feet.

"Jiang Zhiqing, you absolutely must accept this money, or my dad won't let me eat tonight!"

Wang Daniu said that he had already walked quite a distance, and he still needed to go to Jiang Xiechuan's place.

Jiang Muyan watched Wang Daniu leave in a hurry, then smiled as she looked at the grain, vegetables, and money on the ground.

Fine, she'll just accept these things! Anyway, she still has to go help them with chores tonight!