After interviewing him, the reporter went to Ji Changze’s hometown, that was, the small mountain village.
The villagers, young and old, were surprisingly unanimous in their answers.
“He’s a good man. He’s been a good boy since he was little, helping his Mother. Very hardworking.”
“Yes, with a good heart, and especially remembering kindness. There’s a lonely old man in our village, Changze called him Seventh Uncle, and he always gave him mountain goods before. In the end, Changze took the old man to enjoy his old age, saying that he was going to provide for his retirement. The child knows gratitude.”
The older people still remember some of the nasty things Ji Changze did in the beginning, but they weren’t stupid. After Ji Changze became rich over the years, he also repaired primary schools and roads in the village, and arranged for the village to engage in farming and planting. He was responsible for the acquisition, so it can be said that he was absolutely benevolent to his parents and fellow villagers.
Bad-mouthing Ji Changze at a time like this? They weren’t stupid!
They vowed, “Changze has been a good boy since he was a child, as I had said, he is sure to have a bright future! Moreover, this child is particularly forgiving. His wife’s, Xiaolu’s grandmother, has a strange temper and isn’t good toward Changze and Xiaolu, but Changze always comes back with something to see her, very filial.”
That is, Ji Changze mentioned that everything he brought back was food.
He usually shows up when Grandma An speaks ill of An Xiaolu, and brings a bunch of things she can’t eat. After all, she has lost her teeth. Then he would munch munch munch on the delicious snacks in front of her.
Ji Changze always suspected that Grandma An died so early because of his ‘filial piety’.
“He’s very nice to his wife. He’s the one who loves his wife the most in our village. He used to take care of her when she was sick. Yes, His mother also treats her daughter-in-law as if she were her own daughter, and she’s a very kind person, a very nice person.”
When the reporter came out of the village, he looked at the words of ‘great man’, ‘good and kind’, “the world’s most benevolent person’ and ‘good temper’ recorded on screen, and his expression was full of yearning.
“Don’t tell me that there was really such a perfect good guy in this world.”
There were many versions of Ji Changze’s richest man legend.
In those days when gold was everywhere, people were mining for it, but he built a gold mountain.
And when he passed away along with his wife, An Xiaolu, people realized how much the couple had donated, how many good deeds they had done and how many poor children they had helped over the years.
He, Ji Changze, was a generously good man, no doubt about it.
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Seventh Uncle Ji had always been lonely.
When he was young, he joined the army, for no other reason than thinking that he would also guard their country and protect it.
Unfortunately, he was injured and had to come back.
He married a wife, gave birth to a son, and had a warm family life.
At that time, Seventh Uncle Ji felt that he was the happiest person in the world. He wanted to protect his wife and his son. If his son was willing, he would send him to join the army when he grew up and continue to protect their country.
However, his son died of illness.
His wife wasn’t in good health, and in sadness, she went along shortly afterwards.
Seventh Uncle Ji didn’t want to marry again.
But he still liked children. He still remembers that when he joined the army, their Squad Leader said that children were the hope of the country, and no one should suffer, especially the children.
Coupled with the thought of his own child, Seventh Uncle Ji was very good to the children in the village. He was somewhat skilled at going up into the mountains to get mountain goods and sometimes bird eggs and other stuff.
Generally, he was reluctant to eat, and gave it to the tender children. When they ate, Seventh Uncle Ji looked on kindly and smiled.
At this time, he just liked these children and didn’t expect them to grow up and repay him.
Until Changze pestered him for food.
Changze was young, born white and clean, with a sweet mouth. He called him ‘Uncle, uncle’ from time to time and being particularly pleased to get food from him.
“Uncle you are so good, when I grow up and become successful, I will be filial to Uncle and provide for your old age.”
At first, Seventh Uncle Ji didn’t take it seriously.
But slowly, Changze began to talk more, and as he grew older, he felt comfort in his heart.
He began to go up the mountain frequently and braved the cold, just to get Changze his favorite mountain goods.
He didn’t think about what he wanted from Changze in the future.
Just thinking that when he got old and he won’t be able to move; Changze would come to see him and let him know that he still remembered his uncle.
Day by day, Changze grew older, and Seventh Uncle got sick, so he didn’t go up the mountain much.
Seventh Uncle Ji could clearly feel that Changze seemed to be less enthusiastic about him than before.
He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn’t want to believe that the child he raised was such a person.
Uncle Ji went up the mountain again, got mountain goods down, and wanted to give it to Changze.
Changze gave him money this time. Seventh Uncle Ji was a little uneasy but a little happy.
But for Changze’s respect for him.
Later, Changze went to the city, went to Shanghai, and married a wife.
He heard that he earned a lot of money, and often stayed in Shanghai.
Uncle Ji was happy for him, but his heart was lonely.
He thought that the child might not come back very much.
One day, someone knocked at the door.
Uncle Ji went out, only to find himself looking at the grown-up child standing outside the door, smiling with the same familiar mischievous smile:
“Uncle, I came to pick you up!”
“I told you a long time ago that I was going to provide for your retirement.”
Ji Changze opened his eyes and found himself holding a book in his hand.
When he turned around again, a middle-aged woman was looking at him with a loving face, and when she saw him looking over, she even shifted the spoon in her hand, speaking gently as if she were talking to a child.
“Come on, Changze, drink some soup.”
He was quite sure that he was an adult now.
A quick check of the memory revealed it.
This time, he was a student who knew nothing but studying.
For him, good grades were everything. He would neither do the laundry nor knew how to cook. He even had to be fed when he had his meale. He had no life experience in the slightest, nor did he want to have life experience.
Generally speaking, just two words described him: