Returning to 84, hunting for wealth, one person feeding three families.

Early the next morning.

Ye Chen, carrying the gifts he had prepared beforehand, led Qian Jiali to the neighboring Qianjia Village.

Despite her stubbornness at home, Qian Jiali remained silent on the street.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his expression was extremely tense.

Ye Chen noticed this detail and quickly offered words of comfort.

"Don't worry, it's alright. Dad will be even happier to see you than you are!"

Qian Jiali bit her lip and nodded, saying, "When you meet my dad, you have to put in a good word for me."

"No matter what, you saved his life, so your words carry more weight than mine!"

Previously, Qian Jiali's father, Qian Yong, was sent to a labor camp for practicing medicine without a license.

Just then, Qian Jiali's mother fell seriously ill and eventually passed away.

The greatest pain for Qian Yong was not being able to stay by his loved ones' side. In extreme grief, he hanged himself in the cowshed, attempting suicide.

In the context of the 80s, similar incidents were commonplace.

Once someone dies, they're dead. Nobody sympathizes with them, nobody cares!

Fortunately, Ye Chen stepped in at the critical moment and saved Qian Yong!

Later, thanks to the villagers speaking well of him, Qian Yong was able to get out of trouble with only half a month's wages and was eventually exonerated.

"Don't worry, you're my wife, I'll always side with you!" Ye Chen assured him.

Before they knew it, the two had entered Qianjia Village.

But as soon as he passed the village entrance, Ye Chen immediately sensed something was wrong and muttered to himself.

"Why are there so many white cloth strips hanging in this village? Is someone holding a funeral?"

In the village, every household had white cloths hanging in front of their doors. Normally, only when a family is holding a funeral would such a scene be seen.

Or, if the neighbors have a good relationship, relatives might help hang up a banner so that the deceased can find their way home.

Ye Chen had never seen a scene like this before, with half the village hanging up strips of cloth.

It is likely that the deceased was a person of high moral character and prestige.

Otherwise, how could they have won the help of half a village?

"Something's not right!" Just as Ye Chen was sighing, Qian Jiali turned pale and had a bad feeling.

"Ye Chen, hurry up!"

Patting Ye Chen on the shoulder, Qian Jiali urged him on.

Immediately, Ye Chen stepped on the gas and drove the tractor toward Qian Jiali's house.

……

In front of Qian Jiali's house.

Many villagers gathered, and several young men dressed in mourning clothes stood at the front, holding braziers.

Many villagers around were talking about it, mentioning Qian Jiali's name.

"This family is really something. Father passed away and they didn't even come to visit. What family can't overcome this hurdle? Old Qian must have died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!"

"Both father and daughter are stubborn. I heard that when Old Qian was leaving, he didn't want anyone to inform Jiali, so how did Jiali find out?"

"Alas, they are all pitiful people. If Jiali's mother hadn't passed away so early, none of this would have happened."

Amid the discussion, a familiar figure suddenly emerged from outside the crowd.

Qian Jiali suddenly appeared, and upon seeing the decorations at her front door, she burst into tears instantly!

"father!"

With a wail, Qian Jiali panicked and ran into the yard.

To everyone's surprise, Qian Yong's coffin was on display!

"Father, I was wrong. It's all my fault for not coming back sooner. I was wrong!"

In an instant, all hatred vanished, and all resentment turned into guilt!

Qian Jiali hugged the coffin and burst into tears!

Seeing this, the villagers all fell silent and could only offer words of comfort.

……

One day later.

Qian Yong is buried!

Qian Jiali waited in the courtyard to keep vigil!

To prevent any accidents from happening, Ye Chen went back specifically to call Tian Xiaohui and Luo Ling over.

The two stayed by Qian Jiali's side, offering words of comfort.

Qian Jiali kept her head down and remained silent.

"Sister Jiali, everything will pass. If your uncle knew that you saw him off on his final journey, he would be happy!"

"Yes, Jiali, there's no hurdle in life that you can't overcome. Take it easy, at least we're here for you!"

Faced with these statements from the two, Qian Jiali finally responded, but instead slapped herself twice hard.

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the lobby.

Qian Jiali's tone was filled with resentment: "I just hate it, I hate myself for being so sentimental, I hate that I couldn't see my father one last time!"

"Looking back now, it wasn't his fault that he was sent to the countryside and his mother died. Why did I so stubbornly blame everything on him?"

Qian Jiali felt increasingly guilty as she spoke, and in the end, she broke down in tears and fainted.

Ye Chen then hurriedly stepped forward, carried Qian Jiali back to her room, and gave her some instructions.

"Xiaohui, Luoling, I'll be leaving you two to keep Jiali company these days!"

……

three days later.

Qian Jiali has finally emerged from the grief of losing her father.

With this, Qian Jiali's last remaining relatives were gone. After some discussion, Qian Jiali made a sudden decision.

She simply packed up his belongings, kept the house, and moved in with Ye Chen.

For the rest of his life, Ye Chen was his only concern!

But while Qian Jiali was sorting through her father's belongings, she made a new discovery: a large wooden box was filled with his clothes.

At the very top, there was a tightly sealed envelope.

The envelope was written in neat handwriting: To my beloved daughter, Jiali!

Qian Jiali was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the envelope.

The entire text, spanning over ten pages, fully expresses the father's longing for Jiali!

After reading the letter to the end, Qian Jiali was completely in tears. It turned out that during the years when the two had no contact, her father had been accompanied by longing and deep concern for his daughter!

"Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

For a moment, Qian Jiali held the envelope in her hands and kept apologizing.

A moment later, Qian Jiali looked at the room full of medical books collected by her father, clenched her fist tightly, and made up her mind.

……

That evening.

When Qian Jiali found Ye Chen, she seemed much more subdued than before, compared to her previous lively and energetic demeanor.

Ye Chen paid special attention to Qian Jiali. Seeing this, he quickly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Why are you here so late?"

"I..." Qian Jiali seemed a little hesitant, and paused halfway through her sentence.

After a full few seconds, he clenched his fist and said fiercely, "I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you!"

"My father has passed away. His greatest wish before he died was that I would follow in his footsteps and become a female doctor!"

"So I want to open a shop, a proper medical clinic, to pass on the medical skills my father taught me!"

Although Qian Jiali had sold medicine before, she had always been somewhat resistant to the medical profession because of her father.

It wasn't until this moment that he truly made up his mind that he had to pass on his father's knowledge!

"Ye Chen, I know you have the ability, so I'd like to ask you for your help!"