Zhang's Courtyard, in the side room.
Zhang Qinggu was sitting at a wooden table, on the table was a piece of coarse paper filled with small characters. He wrote the inscription, then carefully tucked the paper into a yellow envelope, and finally wrote the last line on the envelope:
[Yanling County, Adviser Chen Mansion, Attendant Room, Zhang Yuchuan to receive]
After writing the recipient's name, Zhang Qinggu took a deep breath, recalling the entire process of answering Xia Hong's questions in the main house. On his aged face, a blush resurfaced, and his pupils were filled with excitement.
This year, he was already sixty-seven years old.
According to normal Cold Resistance Level life expectancy, there were still about thirty years to live.
