Chapter 101

Su Xinghui went out to the post office to mail a registered letter. He carefully folded the painting, put it in a large envelope, and mailed it to the new address of Lu Xiaoya's family.

Leaving the post office, Su Xinghui saw Luo Ming'an at a glance. He was still followed by several thugs behind him, walking towards a breakfast stall. But this time, they didn't have their usual arrogance and seemed much quieter.

Come to think of it, Su Xinghui hadn't seen Luo Ming'an and his gang on the street for a while, so he couldn't help but glance at Luo Ming'an.

Luo Ming'an was lowering his head, not knowing what he was thinking. A thug behind him poked him, and he looked up and saw Su Xinghui. He immediately stopped in his tracks subconsciously, the expression on his face as if he had seen a flood or a wild beast.

Su Xinghui's gaze swept over, and the flesh on Luo Ming'an's face twitched. He squeezed out a fawning smile and nodded at Su Xinghui.

Su Xinghui ignored him, just took a look at him, and walked towards the township government.

A thug behind Luo Ming'an said, "Brother An, are we really that afraid of him?"

Luo Ming'an said angrily, "Then what do you suggest we do? If you can beat him, go up and fight him, I won't stop you!"

That guy shrank his head and didn't speak, but the other thugs were all unconvinced. Why did they follow Luo Ming'an? Wasn't it to be prestigious in the township? They could also collect some protection fees, and sometimes they didn't have to pay for food.

Now it's the other way around. They were as honest as good children, didn't dare to speak loudly on the street, didn't dare to collect protection fees, and still had to pay honestly for breakfast. This, of course, made them extremely unhappy.

Luo Ming'an said, "My uncle said, don't provoke him for the time being, and wait until there's an opportunity to mess with his people."

This sentence immediately excited several thugs.

Su Xinghui, of course, didn't know what Luo Ming'an and the others were saying behind his back. Today he had time to go to Ye Zhugou because Professor Rao and the others had returned. Now their school had also started, and they went back to prepare to bring several students over to participate in the investigation together, so Su Xinghui had a day off.

Arriving at Ye Zhugou, Su Xinghui first went to the breeding farm to take a look. The animals in the breeding farm were all very lively, and their growth was quite good. The few Landrace pigs used for breeding were also pregnant, which made Su Xinghui very gratified.

Subsequently, Su Xinghui went to Xia Zhu's house. Xia Zhu was still practicing sketching. Seeing Su Xinghui coming, she was both surprised and happy: "Brother Xinghui, you're here!"

Su Xinghui said, "Hmm, I'm here to see your sketches."

Su Xinghui looked at the sketch Xia Zhu was drawing and nodded: "Your progress is very fast. It looks like I can teach you Chinese painting in a while."

Xia Zhu was very happy to hear this. Su Xinghui also looked at the "Eight Horses Painting" that Xia Zhu had woven. After such a long time of weaving, this bamboo weaving painting was more than half finished. Xia Zhu's learning of sketching was indeed effective; the charm of this painting was much stronger than it was at the beginning.

During this period, besides learning sketching and weaving some simpler bamboo crafts, Xia Zhu spent all her other time and energy on this "Eight Horses Painting." After all, this painting was worth one thousand yuan. After selling it to the craft store, even if the village had to keep a portion of the profit, she could still get hundreds of yuan, which was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

Last time Song Qiaoli came to collect bamboo weaving, Xia Zhu only got twenty yuan because she didn't weave much. This was still because she taught others to learn bamboo weaving every day, and Xia Lan gave her more; otherwise, she wouldn't have had that much money.

Xia Zhu's family situation was not good, so she was naturally looking forward to this "Eight Horses Painting" bringing her more income. She was also speeding up her progress during this period, hoping to finish this painting before the craft store came to collect bamboo weaving for the second time.

Su Xinghui was very satisfied with Xia Zhu's progress. He asked again, "How is your father doing?"

Xia Zhu said, "Not bad. My mother accompanied him to go for a walk, and you can see him when he comes back in a while."

Xia Shisheng had been lying in bed for almost a year before. Although it was mainly because his nerves were compressed, the nerves had been somewhat damaged after such a long time, and his muscles had also slightly atrophied. Now Yu Maode had eliminated his hematoma, but if he wanted to recover, he had to put in great effort to do rehabilitation training.

This daily walking was a very effective training.

Since Su Xinghui was here today, he started teaching Xia Zhu sketching again. Halfway through, Xia Shisheng returned accompanied by his wife.

He was leaning on a crutch, moving his steps with difficulty, his forehead covered in sweat, but there was hope and vitality on his face that hadn't been there more than half a month ago.

Su Xinghui stood up and said, "Uncle Xia, you're back!"

Xia Shisheng's full energy was focused on walking, and he didn't notice Su Xinghui sitting in front of his house. Suddenly hearing him speak, he said happily, "Cadre Su, you're here!"

Su Xinghui said, "Uncle Xia, looking at you, the situation is not bad now!"

Xia Shisheng smiled and said, "Yes, I never dreamed that I would be able to walk in this life! Thank you, Cadre Su. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would be like in the future."

Su Xinghui said, "How long do you have to exercise every day? How many days will it take to recover?"