After personally getting that ten-thousand yuan bill, all of Hejian Youzhen's doubts instantly vanished.
These people must be real newspaper staff, or why else would they give him money? No one would joke like this.
If this was a joke, then he hoped someone would come find him to joke like this every day.
"Quick... please come in!" Hejian Youzhen very warmly welcomed the four into the room, "I'm really sorry, the house is quite old, don't mind it."
Once they truly stepped into Hejian Youzhen's home, only then did Yang Xiao and the others fully perceive his living condition—hardly anything valuable was in the house, the furnishings were old, and some hanging clothes looked like they hadn't been changed in ten years.
From the forester's description, Yang Xiao understood that the person who went to pay tribute back then could not possibly be the current Hejian Youzhen, it must have been his ancestors.
