The Huo brothers and sisters and Bai Mingxu were a little surprised. They didn't expect the old man to know this ghost in front of him.
Huo Sichen couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Grandpa, do you know him?"
Mr. Huo looked shocked, obviously unable to accept that he would see Li Zhengqing in this form under such circumstances.
When Li Zhengqing saw Mr. Huo, he knelt down again and burst into tears.
"Mr. Huo, please help us, please!"
Mr. Huo did not agree immediately, but looked at Zaizai.
"Zai Zai, their current situation..."
Zaizai's big eyes blinked and blinked, the long curved eyelashes flickered, and the big black eyes were particularly bright, as if there were countless stars twinkling.
"As long as grandpa nods, it's okay."
Mr. Huo breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes rolled as he thought about Li Zhengqing's meritorious deeds that were almost dissipated in the dark Qi that surged like thick ink.
"Grandpa, what did this uncle do when he was alive?"
Is it like a mother in the world who has done a lot of charity?
Mr. Huo looked kind and looked at Li Zhengqing with great regret.
"He's a teacher."
A good teacher who almost emptied his family fortune to educate children who cannot afford to go to school, and most of those children are orphans or poor households.
Among those orphans or poor households, two-thirds of the children are girls.
Many people of that generation favored boys over girls, and most girls would not be sent to school without asking the elders at home. Their families were not wealthy.
Or they can be given away casually, and more often they are sent out to work when they are thirteen or fourteen years old.
In the southern mountainous areas, there are still many such situations now, let alone ten years ago.
Many families even put the blame on women because they cannot give birth to a daughter. Women have a particularly difficult life, and girls are tools to help the family make money.
When I was a kid, I had to live with half a bowl of leftovers, as long as I didn't die.
When he met Li Zhengqing, Li Zhengqing had just gotten married and had no children. He had been teaching in a remote southern mountainous area for twelve years.
He is the only teacher in the school, and he teaches all six grades of students.
Most of the children live in school. After all, it is too far to go back home. Not to mention the rugged mountain roads, many girls are very likely to be left at home to do farm work by their parents and grandparents who favor boys over girls just because of the rugged mountain roads.
So Li Zhengqing built a simple canteen by himself to provide three meals a day for the children.
Although it is hard work, the children are more sensible than each other, with smiles on their faces and light in their eyes.
He just happened to pass there by accident, and when he saw such a good teacher, the students who were impressed by him asked their families to donate money.
Later, because he was too busy, and because he was far away, the communication was far less developed than it is now, so he stopped paying attention.
On the other hand, the lawyers transfer donations and scholarships to Yucai Primary School on time every year.
He never thought that ten years later, he would meet such a good teacher this year, and that he would be separated forever.
Such a good teacher became a rumored evil ghost.
Mr. Huo closed his eyes with a complicated expression.
Zaizai didn't know that his grandfather had thought a lot, but when he found out that the ghost in front of him was a teacher in life, his big eyes widened.
"No wonder you have the light of merit! Then you must have been a very, very, very, very good teacher during your lifetime, and your students must have liked you very, very, very much."
Following Zaizai's words, Li Zhengqing thought of the time he had taught as a teacher, and he looked dazed when he thought of the students whose eyes were full of light.
Zaizai added with a sweet voice: "Just like Teacher Sun, Teacher Wei, and Teacher Li in our class, they are very, very, very good, and we all like them very much."
Li Zhengqing opened his mouth and felt a lump in his throat.
He lowered his head in shame and slowly covered his face with his hands. He was 1.82 meters tall and squatted on the ground, his body shaking constantly.
"I'm not...I..."
He may have been a good teacher, but now his hands are bloody.
Just today, in order to increase their strength and break through the confinement of the formation here, they even attacked innocent old people and children.
If he hadn't met the little adult today, today...he wouldn't dare to imagine the consequences.
"sorry Sorry sorry……"
Zaizai hurriedly said: "There is a cause and a result. Uncle, don't blame yourself. Grandpa will definitely help you get justice."
After finishing speaking, Zaizai quickly looked at Mr. Huo.
"Really, Grandpa?"
Mr. Huo nodded without hesitation: "Yes!"
If he hadn't passed by here today and unexpectedly met Li Zhengqing's family of three, he might never have known that such a good teacher had disappeared long ago.
And it is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster.
Mr. Huo took out his mobile phone and called his second son who was still in the First Hospital.
"Shen Ling, help me check someone out."
Huo Chenling had just arranged for the old men to be sent back, and now he and his eldest brother Gu Qifeng and Bo Yining were staying in the ward waiting for the old men and others to come back.
"who?"
"Li Zhengqing taught at Yucai Primary School in the southern mountainous area more than ten years ago. Yucai Primary School is on the Huo Group's charity donation list."
Huo Chenling frowned: "Is there something wrong with the donation?"
Could it be that the donations from the Huo Group were tampered with and did not reach Yucai Primary School?
"It has nothing to do with money. Check out Li Zhengqing, including his family. They are a family of three and they are all dead."
Huo Chen suddenly thought: "Did Zaizai and Mingxu discover it?"
Zaizai's hearing is good. When her daddy mentioned her, she immediately made a sound.
"Dad, Uncle Li's daughter Nannan was killed. Uncle Li and the others were killed. We met them on the road."
Huo Chenling thought that since they were dead, what Zaizai said was seeing their dead souls.
He remembered that his daughter had been sleeping.
"Are you injured?"
The arrogant Zaizai thief straightened up his little body.
"No, no, they can't beat Zaizai."
Just so hungry.
Huo Chenling breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, Zaizai, protect yourself. Dad will check on them right away."
"Thank you dad, thank you for your hard work, mua! (*╯3╰)!"
Huo Chenling's tense expression softened instantly.
"Be good, Zaizai, let your eldest brother, second brother and third brother carry you when you are tired."
Zaizai looked at his three brothers and laughed.
"Okay, okay."
After ending the call, Huo Chenling talked to Gu Qifeng and Bo Yining, and then called his special assistant Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin sent the relevant information about Yucai Primary School to his mailbox as quickly as possible, and sent Li Zhengqing alone. A separate file is set up.
Huo Chenling called Xiong Qi again and explained the reason. Xiong Qi followed up to obtain information on Li Zhengqing's family of three.
Before telling Huo Chenling, he browsed through it quickly.
The information is very complete and there is nothing suspicious about it.
But why did Huo Chenling suddenly want information on this family of three?
Xiong Qi glanced at the time and saw that he died ten years ago.
Seeing the word "death" and thinking of Huo Chenling's adopted daughter Zaizai, Xiong Qi smelled a conspiracy.
He immediately got up and went to the archives himself.
