Bo Shao's apex is a boss

188 The Big Name
"Well, let's go have breakfast first."

He stroked the child's hair, watched Xiao Zhuang walk towards the stove, stepped aside, and sat on a chair.

Leaning against an old gas stove full of sundries.

There is a table under it, hidden in the darkness.

The desk drawer was open, and some yellowed notebooks and papers were pushed inside.

"Did your grandma teach you to read before?" Mu Jiu said, reaching for the drawer with her slender and white hands, and took out some papers.

"Well, grandma will teach me some characters when she's around, and then I'll follow along and draw when I'm free."

The sweet potatoes were already cooked. Xiao Zhuang took the sweet potatoes out of the pot and put them in a porcelain bowl to cool down. He took the buns and started eating.

"Did you write these before?"

Mu Jiu flipped through the paper, all of them were immature handwriting, large characters written in pencil.

There are also some delicate characters on the paper, probably written by Grandma Xiao Zhuang.

"Yeah, but that was written by my mother." Xiao Zhuang glanced at the paper in Mu Jiu's hand, bit the bun, and said.

Grandma usually taught him to read, and mother taught him to write.

Mu Jiu nodded, and took out some other papers. It was quite interesting to look through some old records.

He took out an old notebook, which also contained Xiao Zhuang's handwriting practice, but there were more women's handwriting in this notebook.

"Li Yanyu." Seeing a name, Mu Jiu read it softly.

Thinking of something, he turned to look at the child, "Xiao Zhuang, what's your name?"

"Huh? Name? I think it's Yan Yu." The child tilted his head and thought about it. His mother had written his name for him before.

"Your father's surname is Li?"

"Well, although our place is called Ningyuan Village, it can also be called Li Family Village."

Most of the grandparents in the village are surnamed Li.

Mu Jiu flipped through a few more pages, and there were some diaries that recorded Yan Yu's childhood.

Just looking at it, a piece of pale pink red paper fell out of the notebook and floated to the ground.

Mu Jiu bent down and picked it up. It was an old receipt dated three years ago.

The inscription is stamped with the factory's seal, the embroidery and weaving factory.

Embroidery factory?A trace of doubt flashed in Mu Jiu's eyes, just as he was thinking, Xiao Zhuang had already finished eating, so he ran over and hugged her leg, leaning against her leg with his little face.

Seeing the paper in Mu Jiu's hand, her small face was indignant, "It was this black-hearted factory that killed my mother, I hate them!"

"Do you know the name of the boss of this factory?" Mu Jiu flipped through the red paper, but didn't see the name.

"I don't know about this, it's not that I heard people in the village call him Mr. Fang!"

"Mr. Fang?" Fang Yitian...

Seeing that Mu Jiu was thoughtful, Xiao Zhuang added, "Well, if Big Brother wants to know, you can ask Grandma Li, Grandma Li also did it at that time."

"Well, can I give this receipt to my brother?" As long as it can be proved that the embroidery factory is the predecessor of Fang's enterprise, Fang Yitian will not have to worry about it.

"Of course."

"Well, now my brother has something to go out, so you wait for me obediently at home." Mu Jiu put the notebook back in the drawer, and looked down at the child.

"Oh! Then come back soon, big brother." He also wanted to learn a few words from his big brother!
The drizzle makes the mountains clearer and clearer.

The boy walked slowly in the rain holding an umbrella, the transparent umbrella could not cover the boy's delicate face.

Such a beauty.

Mu Jiu walked straight to the side, 10 minutes later.

"Hey, young man, are you here again?" Li Xiujuan was sitting on the corridor in front of the door, embroidering patterns.

(End of this chapter)