After hearing Zhang Fusheng's words, Zhang Yan suddenly had a bad premonition.

My dad, wouldn’t he take on some work for me again?

"Now, life in the countryside is not easy, and it's the end of the New Year again.

The end of the year, the end of the year, the end of the year is a difficult time every year." Zhang Yanqiang said with a smile.

"Yes, life in the countryside is not easy, but this year our village is even worse. I heard that the village is short of food."

"Dad, you didn't agree to get food for the village, right?" Zhang Yan simply put down his chopsticks and looked at Zhang Fusheng and asked.

Zhang Fusheng could do such a thing. Zhang Fuyi and people from the village came to flatter him for a few words and could not find him.

Even God dares to promise half of it.

"No, how could I agree without permission!" Zhang Fusheng quickly shook his head.

Zhang Yan had just breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Fusheng said again: "I just worried that your grandfather would be hungry, so I gave them two bags of flour and asked them to take it back for your grandfather."

Zhang Yan was speechless. Now they are all in the cafeteria, with two bags of flour, and they can get a steamed bun when they are taken back to the village.

Zhang Fusheng basically doesn't go out now, and he holds his grandson at home every day to play. Zhang Fusheng naturally saw the food that Zhang Yan brought back from Chu Mingxing last time.

I knew that there was a secret room in my son's study, which was filled with food.

Because Zhang Fusheng knew how to be filial to his grandfather, Zhang Yan didn't say anything else, but just reminded him, "The village now eats in the canteen."

"Yes! I haven't remembered it yet if you don't say it, I've lost a lot, I've lost a lot!

Take back two bags of flour, your grandfather won’t get much, and it’s all cheaper for everyone else.” Zhang Fusheng paused and sighed, but there was no regret on his face.

Zhang Yan knew that two bags of flour were not just for grandpa, but Zhang Fusheng was more about showing off.

"Dad, if you are really worried about grandpa, you secretly take twenty kilograms of millet tomorrow and buy a casserole, and let grandpa make some millet porridge at home." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Because of the large-scale steelmaking, every household in the countryside smashed all the iron pots and used them to make steelmaking.

Nowadays, even if you want to cook, you don’t have a pot.

That's why Zhang Yan asked Zhang Fusheng to buy a casserole and make porridge more delicious.

This is not Zhang Yan's original creation.

When handing over the food, many families secretly left some of the food, but did not hand over it all.ωωw..net

At the beginning, I naturally didn’t need to cook by myself. I ate the meals in the canteen until I could eat them every day.

In the past few months, to be honest, most people in rural areas have gained several pounds.

This situation of eating too much continued until winter, and I suddenly realized that there was not enough food to eat, so I began to reduce the amount and supply it in a quantitative manner.

At this time, the family who had originally hidden food in their home began to secretly use a casserole to make some porridge to fill their unfilled stomach.

"Okay, then I'll go back to my hometown tomorrow. Is it enough to just send twenty kilograms of millet? Why don't you bring something else?" Zhang Fusheng said with some dissatisfaction.

Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing, and he really became a filial son.

"It's too much to take, and it's too conspicuous. You go back a week and take some back quietly, and I can eat it."

"That's fine!" Zhang Fusheng nodded with satisfaction.

After dinner, Zhang Yan went to the study room to read and study as usual.

Although tomorrow is Sunday, there is no need to give lectures or give a small meal to your apprentice, reading and studying every night has become a habit.

If you don’t read books and study one night, it seems like you’re missing something.

At around 11 o'clock, Zhang Yan packed up his medical books, turned off the lights and returned to the bedroom.

Tong Mei was not asleep yet, leaning against the bed, reading a book.

"I haven't fallen asleep yet?"

"I can't sleep, read a book." Tong Mei said as she got up and went to give Zhang Yan foot washing water.

Otherwise, habit is a very deadly thing.

Zhang Yan is now completely used to Tong Mei's feet being washed by water, and she becomes a little relieved.

After washing his feet, Zhang Yan took off his clothes and went to bed.

Tong Mei poured her foot wash water, washed her hands, and went to bed, huddled in Zhang Yan's arms like a kitten.

"What? Are you worried?" Zhang Yan asked softly, touching Tong Mei's black and silky hair.

"I'm worried, what if something really happens in the future what you said, what will happen?" Tong Mei whispered.

"Your worries are redundant. You are just the deputy director of the Women's Federation and you have not blocked anyone's way. Who will target you specifically?

Besides, you are not your man!

We don’t cause trouble, but it doesn’t mean we are afraid of trouble!

If someone really wants to make trouble, your man is not a vegetarian!” Zhang Yan said firmly with his arms around Tong Mei.

Now Zhang Yan is basically just not fighting or robbing, and accumulates good relationships, but it does not mean that he is really afraid of things.

If you really dare to provoke him or target his family, Zhang Yan will definitely let them know that doctors can not only save people, but also kill people.

"Well! It's great to have you!" Tong Mei murmured in a low voice.

"I want it!" Tong Mei reached out and grabbed Zhang Yan's handle and whispered.

"This requirement must be met!" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

Zhang Yan knew that Tong Mei was venting an emotional outburst when she was in a very complicated mood.

Just vent this emotion and it's good.

In traditional Chinese medicine, many diseases are caused by depression and depression in the heart, which causes diseases.

The next day, Tong Mei's face was rosy, and she could not tell that she was depressed yesterday.

After breakfast, Zhang Yan rode his bicycle to Liuliqiao Station, bought him a ticket, and brought him onto the bus.

Zhang Fusheng just likes to be smart. He obviously has money, but he has to ask Zhang Yan to buy him a ticket.

It seems like you can get a advantage in this way.

And Zhang Yan doesn't care about these things either.

Although it has been more than three years since this era, many times, the thinking of doing things or the treatment of money will inevitably be affected by later generations.

Three or five pieces can’t be seen.

Of course, this is also because he has a system.

There is never a need to bow your waist for five dou of rice.

After seeing off Zhang Fusheng, Zhang Yan rode his bike to Luban Hutong.

"Doctor Zhang, you are a rare guest!" The carpenter Master Hu hurriedly greeted Zhang Yan with a smile.

Zhang Yan had bought more than 2,000 wooden boxes from him before.

Master Hu made a lot of money, so he was particularly enthusiastic when he met Zhang Yan.

"Master Hu, are you busy?"

"For your blessing, we are now eating public meals! Doctor Zhang still wants a wooden box today?" Master Hu asked with a smile.

"If you want the wooden box, you can create one thousand more according to the original size!

However, I came here today mainly because I wanted to customize a small bed that I could sleep on! The guardrails around me had to be raised a little. My boy was so beautiful that the crib now couldn't stop him." Zhang Yan smiled and put his own

The demand was expressed.

"There is no problem with this! I will work overtime today and I will send you home tomorrow."
Chapter completed!