"Junior Sister, I'll pick it up. My name is Que Ze. Our high-level tasks here are priority. I'll deliver the clothes for you first, and you tell me the address." He handed a piece of paper and pen to Ming Wuyan.
Ming Wuyan finished writing the address and recipient in a few swipes, and then wrote a short letter, of course, to respect the elderly. In addition, five thousand taels of silver bills were put in it, and they were handed over to Que Ze together.
"Don't worry, Junior Sister, I will complete the task within an hour, and I will bring a reply letter from your family at that time. You can just come and get the letter tomorrow."
Seeing that Que Ze had easily received a high-level task, they were envious and annoyed at how they hadn't been more attentive before.
"Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Queze!" Ming Wuyan thanked her, and led Rongmi back to Rongsheng Hall.
An hour later.
Jinglao received two large bags of clothes and a letter from Ming Wuyan. After reading the letter, Jinglao's eyes were red with those bank notes.
That child Wuyan is kind-hearted, and he thinks about them all the time.
Jinglao couldn't sleep anymore, and immediately beat the gong to wake up the people in the slums. When the hospital was surrounded by people, Jinglao happily pointed at Que Ze and said, "This is Wuyan's senior brother, he's here to give everyone presents."