She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

”Received, received. Madam, I’ll tell Mr. Hua right away.”

Big Fatty was completely stunned. He pointed at the box and stammered, ”Aunt, what... what is this? Can I take a look?”

The old lady saw his expression and a proud smile appeared on her face full of wrinkles.

”Hehe. This is called a walkie-talkie, that girl Lei’er gave it to me. Last time, Champion Marquis sent assassins to kill Zun but failed. Since they were busy and worried about my safety at home, they gave me this walkie-talkie to report any incidents I encounter. I haven’t used it much, but I didn’t expect it to be quite useful.”

Saying this, the old lady handed the walkie-talkie to Big Fatty.

Big Fatty didn’t catch the word ”assassination” from the old lady, instead, all his attention was drawn to this little walkie-talkie.

He carefully received it and scrutinized this magical little gadget.

He pressed the button and mimicking the old lady, he spoke into the walkie-talkie, ”Hello, hello! Is anyone there?”

The walkie-talkie immediately responded, ”Madam, Madam. Mr. Hua said he knows, they’ll wrap up soon and return.”

This was a huge discovery!

Big Fatty was as excited as a child who’d found a new continent, examining the walkie-talkie from every angle, almost disassembling it.

He finally understood why Han Lei asked him to come to Canzhou, saying there were even more fascinating things here.

These novelty items were right up his alley, Big Fatty felt that this trip was worthwhile.

The old lady saw his demeanor and couldn’t help but laugh, her tone affectionate as if speaking to her own child.

”Hanlin, you’re still the same as when you were a child, unable to move when you see something novel.”

Big Fatty chuckled and scratched his head.

”Aunt, this thing is truly amazing! I’ve never seen such a sophisticated device that can transmit messages over such a distance.”

The old lady nodded, a hint of emotion in her eyes.

”These were devised by that girl Lei’er. After the assassination attempt, she set up two communication stations between the cement factory and home. Despite only building two simple sheds, someone takes turns on duty, allowing communication.”

Big Fatty listened in amazement, his respect for Han Lei growing even more.

Since Hua Tianyou and Zhao Ling’er were returning, the old lady had someone prepare tea, saying they would dine together once they arrived.

Whether they ate or not, Big Fatty didn’t care at all; he focused solely on studying the walkie-talkie in his hand until he heard Hua Tianyou’s voice outside.

”Hanlin! What brings you here, boy?”

As soon as he spoke, Hua Tianyou strode in.

Big Fatty looked up and was instantly stunned.

The Hua Tianyou before him was completely different from the pampered son he remembered.

He wore coarse clothes, his face showing a bit of fatigue, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright.

”Tianyou? How... how did you become like this?” Big Fatty asked in surprise.

Hua Tianyou laughed heartily, stepping up to pat Big Fatty on the shoulder.

”What, don’t recognize me? Working here is much more enjoyable than living idly in the Capital City!”

Big Fatty twitched his mouth, full of doubt.

Could Canzhou really be as good as Han Lei said? Even someone like Hua Tianyou, a scion of aristocracy, didn’t find it hard and enjoyed working?

Big Fatty grew even more curious.

Seeing they were all back, the old lady immediately had someone bring hot water for washing and invited the maids to set the table. Only then did everyone sit around the table to dine.

”You all don’t know, the cement factory over there is really something now!”

Hua Tianyou picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth, his oil-slicked lips subsequently pointed northwest with chopsticks.

”Just the No. 3 kiln can produce 200 dan of cement a day! Aunt, you know? Buildings made of cement aren’t afraid of fire.”

Hua Tianyou’s actions had none of the Capital City nobleman’s etiquette, he was simply a market roughneck, leaving Big Fatty in awe.

Zhao Ling’er silently laughed, and noticing the old lady’s furrowed brow, she promptly kicked Hua Tianyou lightly under the table.

But the carefree young master was oblivious, instead placing a chopstick of fresh bamboo shoots into Zhao Ling’er’s bowl.

”Ling’er, give this a try, it’s far better than the pickled vegetables in the military camp.”

”Tianyou, enjoy it yourself.”

Zhao Ling’er shifted her seat back a little, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, her earlobes flushing crimson.