Chapter 319: 315. Brother Zhang Has Returned (Please Subscribe, Monthly Tickets!)

"Are you truly Mr. Zhang, the benefactor of Brother San?" the village head asked cautiously; Zhang Ran really looked too young.

It wasn't just the village head and the older woman; even Principal Su and the others stared blankly at Zhang Ran.

Principal Su had only been guessing before, but looking at the situation now, it should be true.

She knew Huo Zhiyuan's status, and throughout this journey, she had seen how Huo Zhiyuan treated Zhang Ran; although the words were sometimes unpleasant, Principal Su still had to say that Huo Zhiyuan was almost completely obedient to Zhang Ran.

From this aspect, Principal Su knew that it was impossible for Zhang Ran and his group to be after anything here.

Money?

Huo Zhiyuan lacked nothing; if Zhang Ran wanted money, judging by Huo Zhiyuan's behavior along the way, Principal Su estimated that as long as Zhang Ran spoke up, any amount of money would not be a problem.

If not after money, could they be after a person?

But the village head and the others didn't know any of this. Principal Su opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn't say it; after all, she didn't know all the details inside, so it was better to just watch silently.

Zhang Ran spoke up: "Perhaps there has been a mistake."

"Brother Zhang," He Yong said in a low voice, but he saw Zhang Ran shake his head. At this moment, his mood was truly very complicated; in fact, his thoughts were also very chaotic for a time.

If one were to ask what real, practical benefit what Zhu San did had for Zhang Ran, there really was none.

But Zhu San doing this also made Zhang Ran feel as if something was suddenly blocking his heart.

However, Zhang Ran's attitude seemed to make the village head and the older woman believe something. After finishing the meal, the village head left in a hurry.

Zhang Ran went outside the pitched tent, lay on his back, looked up at the starry sky in the distance, and remained silent for a long time.

Huo Zhiyuan also silently lay down by Zhang Ran's side, just keeping him company quietly like that.

The village head returned home, took out his senior-friendly phone, checked the signal, and then looked at He Yong, who was following him.

In the end, he dialed Zhu San's number.

If Zhang Ran was truly Zhu San's benefactor, then the village head also hoped they could meet.

In the village head's heart, Zhu San was quite grateful to this benefactor, and there was also a kind of indescribable, unclear emotion mixed in.

However, the call eventually went through, but no one answered.

The village head looked at He Yong and said, "No one answered, and it's been a long time."

He Yong said, "Then, old brother, please send a message to Zhu San, saying that Mr. Zhang has returned and hopes to see him."

After thinking for a moment, He Yong continued: "Also say that Brother Zhang no longer blames them for what happened back then."

This time, the village head hesitated again. He Yong said helplessly: "Old brother, you don't think that if we really wanted to find Zhu San, we couldn't find him, do you?

The reason we haven't gone to find him for so long is because Mr. Zhang has anger in his heart and simply didn't want to look for him.

Let's put it this way: it is truly very easy for Mr. Zhang to find someone. I am not trying to scare you; this is a fact."

"Moreover, if we really found Zhu San, it would be a good thing for him. Forget it, if you don't want to send the message, then never mind."

He Yong was too lazy to say more; at worst, he would find someone to help him look later.

Even if he had no connections, wasn't Huo Zhiyuan still here?

Hearing He Yong say this, the village head hesitated for a moment, then edited the message with what He Yong had said and sent it out.

In a small county town in Xiang Province, inside an old residential complex.

Zhu San's family was eating dinner. When the phone rang at the beginning, Zhu San's wife, Ge Meichun, went to the bedroom to check and handed the phone to Zhu San.

"It's a call from Village Head Fang. Are you going to answer?" Ge Meichun said.

Zhu San shook his head and said, "Forget it. If there's really something, they will send a message."

Ever since the village head and those people actually tried to scrape some money from between their own teeth to give to him last time, he had rarely answered their calls.

There was a reason why he hadn't gone back in these two years, because when he went back two years ago, he accidentally broke his leg.

Although he underwent two years of treatment, because he didn't have much money and the treatment wasn't timely, plus he was getting older, his legs and feet developed problems. Let alone mountain roads, even walking normally was a bit strenuous.

"Dad, are you still worrying about their affairs? You should just rest and retire in peace. It's enough that you can take care of yourself now; stop worrying about other people's business," his daughter, Zhu Mingli, said irritably as she watched her father, who kept looking at his phone despite what he said.

She had just come out of her in-laws' house feeling slighted today, and her mood wasn't very good, so seeing her father like this, she couldn't help but say these things.

"Also, what are you after all these years? You even let people worship a Longevity Tablet, and the key is that it's not even you. I really don't know what you're thinking," Zhu Mingli couldn't help but say.

"And another thing, don't always hole up at home. Go out and walk more. Even if you don't go out, watch the news or play on your phone. Don't spend all day pondering those things of yours; they're outdated now," Zhu Mingli was also a bit speechless regarding her father.

Ever since he got injured, he had sealed himself at home, pondering those bows and arrows and such every day.

The television at home was broken, and he wouldn't get it fixed. After she fixed it twice, Zhu San simply wouldn't use it, and it would break again before long, so in the end, she just stopped bothering to fix it.

The only thing Zhu San had now that could be called a modern device was his senior-friendly phone that could only make calls and send text messages.

Zhu San said with a straight face: "What do you know? If it weren't for Mr. Zhang, do you think your old man would still be here?"

"Fine, fine, fine, I know. Was it this Mr. Zhang who brought you out of the mountains back then, letting you survive? I get it, I know, you've said it eight hundred times. Who knows if this Mr. Zhang is dead or alive now?" Zhu Mingli said impatiently. She had heard these things from her father too many times and had long since lost patience. Plus, she was in a bad mood today, so she didn't hold back her tongue.

Back then, Zhu San was the child of a hunter on the mountain. However, when his father went out hunting back then, he didn't return, and his mother passed away not long after. If Zhang Ran hadn't discovered Zhu San and brought him out back then, Zhu San probably wouldn't have lived much longer.

Although Zhu San was already seventeen years old back then, he rarely went down the mountain; he had basically spent those seventeen years in the mountains with his parents.

Hearing his daughter's words, Zhu San's expression turned extremely ugly, and he threw the chopsticks in his hand directly: "Say that to me one more time?"

Zhu Mingli actually knew she had said the wrong thing and had touched upon her father's taboo. Seeing her father so angry, she also felt some regret and quickly said: "Dad, I was wrong. I didn't mean that. Don't be angry; it's not good to get angry and hurt your health."

Seeing his daughter like this, Zhu San finally sighed and didn't say anything more. Just at this moment, his phone rang again. It was a message. Zhu San hadn't paid attention at first, but when he glanced at it, his whole body froze.

The message read: Zhu San, I am He Yong. Brother Zhang has returned and wants to see you. Where are you?