Unorthodox methods, cultivating immortality relies on rich women

The giraffe welfare home is named as such because there really was a giraffe there back then, which was a gift from Grandma Song's husband.

Grandma Song's real name is Song Renmei. In her youth, she was the daughter of the largest shipping company in southern Anhui. Her family was well-off, which is why she was able to establish a welfare home later on.

However, after many trials and tribulations, her family fell apart, the orphanage was forced to close, and she wandered for many years.

No one knows what she went through during those years.

All that is known is that when she was forty years old, she returned to southern Anhui alone with her suitcase and reopened the welfare home on the original site.

The Song family had extensive connections in southern Anhui, and even the government showed them great favor, which is why the welfare home was run very smoothly.

But as time went by, the old friends grew old and passed away, and the government personnel changed one after another. No one remembered the Song family from back then.

Life at the welfare home gradually became more difficult, and in recent years it has barely survived thanks to Grandma Song's savings from her early years and her small business.

Until two years ago, Grandma Song fell seriously ill and ultimately had no choice but to close the welfare home and send all the children away.

Upon learning of this, Shen Qingzhou took the initiative to take over the place and sent Grandma Song to a nursing home to live out her remaining years in peace.

The welfare home is located in a relatively remote area, in the suburbs; otherwise, it wouldn't have survived until now, as it would have been targeted by developers long ago.

The white plaster on the courtyard wall had long since peeled off, revealing the red bricks underneath. The cartoon patterns painted on it were also incomplete as a result. The two iron gates were rusty, and the giraffe pattern on them was reduced to half a body. The bottom part was covered with children's graffiti.

Shen Qingzhou didn't knock on the courtyard gate directly, but instead peeked inside through the large iron gate first.

Xiao Qiu followed his example and peeked through the crack in the door.

The orphanage's courtyard is quite large, with a sycamore tree in the very center that takes several people to encircle. This sycamore tree was not planted later; rather, the orphanage was built before the sycamore tree was built. Therefore, many children who left the orphanage have a particularly deep memory of this sycamore tree, including Shen Qingzhou.

At this moment, there were many children playing in the yard. The oldest was sixteen or seventeen years old, and the youngest was about the same age as Xiao Qiu.

However, they were all either deformed or incomplete.

This wasn't a derogatory term that Shen Qingzhou deliberately used; it was simply the truth.

With improved living standards, many families are willing to adopt children. Those children who are good-looking, smart, and healthy have long been adopted, and those who remain all have some minor problems.

Shen Qingzhou didn't catch such a good time. There were more normal children in his batch, and they were also the last batch of "high-quality" children.

If it were now, they would definitely be adopted and would have parents too.

Shen Qingzhou reached out and knocked on the iron gate, and the noisy sounds inside the courtyard instantly quieted down for a moment.

Then a small voice asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Shen Qingzhou said loudly.

"It's Brother Xiaozhou."

Excited voices immediately filled the room; clearly, they were very familiar with Shen Qingzhou's voice.

"Brother Xiaozhou, wait a moment, I'll go find Grandma Cui to open the door."

The first voice rang out again.

"Okay, thank you, Xueying." Shen Qingzhou recognized that it was Song Xueying speaking.

She is a very cute little girl, currently in the fifth grade of elementary school. Unfortunately, she was born with a disability in her right hand; she has no fingers and it's round and chubby, like Doraemon. It is precisely because of this that she has not been adopted.

"The small boat is here."

A middle-aged woman's voice soon rang out from inside the courtyard, and the gate was opened from the inside.

"Aunt Cui."

The woman who opened the door for Shen Qingzhou was a middle-aged woman in her fifties.

There are six more women like Aunt Cui at the welfare home. These women were all carefully selected by Shen Qingzhou. They are not only hardworking and good at taking care of children, but also kind-hearted.

Of course, Shen Qingzhou wouldn't let them work for nothing; he would pay them a salary every month, and the salary wasn't low.

Otherwise, any kind-hearted person will eventually become corrupted.

At that time, life will be difficult for the children in the orphanage. Encountering a bad aunt is no less than encountering a calamity in life. Shen Qingzhou knows this all too well.

As soon as Shen Qingzhou entered the courtyard, the little ones swarmed around him and surrounded him.

"Hello, brother."

"Brother Xiaozhou, it's been so long since you've come."

"Brother Xiaozhou, are you very busy?"

……

The little ones chattered away, and Shen Qingzhou opened the bag in her hand and distributed the contents to them one by one.

Aside from the more formal items Lu Guohua brought, Shen Wenjie and Song Tianqing both brought snacks, which was clearly intentional on their part.

The little ones got their snacks and went off to share them, while Shen Qingzhou gave the remaining milk powder, dried goods, ham, honey, and other items to Aunt Cui.

Aunt Cui will take these and use them to improve the children's meals.

In the end, Shen Qingzhou was left with only a bag of sandwich cookies.

Then he walked to the sycamore tree and saw a little guy lying quietly on the sycamore leaves. The little guy had short arms and legs and was round and cute.

Her eyes were wide open, staring intently at the sunlight shimmering on the leaves, but if you looked closely, you would notice that her dark eyes were not focused.

Shen Qingzhou didn't say anything, but just kept bending over and blocking the little guy's eyes. After a long time, the little guy finally reacted, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes, as if he had just recognized Shen Qingzhou.

"Huh?"

Her voice was soft, and she moved very slowly to sit up, making everyone who watched her anxious.

Shen Qingzhou didn't urge her, but just squatted down beside her and watched her until she stood up, then handed her the biscuits in her hand.

They even thoughtfully helped her unpack the package, because the little one wouldn't know how to open it if it wasn't opened first.

This is Song Weilai, the youngest child in the orphanage, nicknamed Daidai.

"Why is she so silly?" Xiao Qiu whispered from the side.

As Daidai was intently eating her biscuits, Shen Qingzhou reached out and gently patted the dust off her clothes. Hearing this, she chuckled and said, "She's not stupid at all."

Xiao Qiu was a little puzzled, but she didn't care. She was already happy to see a child her own age, even though the other child couldn't see her or hear her.

"Look how sunburned your little face is, remember to go to Grandma Wang to put some sunscreen on it."

Shen Qingzhou pinched Daidai's chubby little face.

The little one was wearing a green top with layers of ruffles of the same color on the shoulders and front, and two fruit pendants on the chest. The hem of the cropped shorts was trimmed with off-white ruffles, and the hair was styled in two pigtails, making her look very cute.

(Dumb)

Since Shen Qingzhou took over the welfare home, the children's meals and other treatments have improved significantly, no less than those of children from normal families, and in some ways even better.

So Daidai also ate until she was chubby and round.

Just then, another knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Excuse me, is this the giraffe welfare home?"

Then Shen Qingzhou saw a familiar "person" walk in through the tightly closed iron gate.