What Shao Jingwen wanted to do, he really got it done.
On April 7th, a batch of sample magazines was delivered to No. A3 from the printing factory with the scent of ink.
Shao Jingwen only showed up, arranged the printing of the magazine, and never appeared again.
Zhou Bingkun didn't learn this until he was notified of a meeting at the magazine.
Zhou Bingkun sat at his desk, looking at the deserted editorial department, silent.
A few days later, two police officers arrived.
"Zhou Bingkun, we have something to ask you." One of the older police officers said.
"Are you here?" Zhou Bingkun asked.
The public security officers nodded, and Zhou Bingkun took them to the reception desk of the editorial department.
"How much do you know about Shao Jingwen and Bai Xiaochuan?"
Zhou Bingkun had no idea of being a hero and said truthfully: "I only know that they are going to publish some articles, but I don't know the specific content. My mother was ill and was not in the editorial office during those days. The leaders of the unit can testify."
"Then do you know where these articles come from?"
Zhou Bingkun really didn't know this. He never expected that Shao Jingwen and Bai Xiaochuan could really get the article in such a short period of time.
Afterwards, the public security officers asked some more questions, and Zhou Bingkun tried his best to help Shao Jingwen and others conceal some so-called evidence of crime.
As for the whereabouts of Shao Jingwen and others, the police comrades did not tell him, but only told him not to inquire about these things anymore.
Zhou Bingkun talked with the police comrades. It's getting late.
Before leaving, he turned around and took another look at the editorial department. If something like this happened, "Red Gear" would definitely not be able to continue. He was seconded here and was not considered a member of this unit. He needs to go back to the soy sauce factory. I'm afraid
No chance to come back here again.
When she got home, Zheng Juan was still massaging Zhou's mother.
The first ones to greet them were Feng Yue and Zhou Cong.
"Dad, you are back, hurry up and cook for us."
"Uncle, Yueyue is hungry."
"Okay, don't worry, I'll do it for you right away."
After Zhou Bingkun washed his hands, he entered the kitchen.
Zheng Juan originally cooked all the meals, but seeing that she had no time to take care of Zhou's mother, Zhou Bingkun cooked them once.
This was an incredible feat. Everyone in the family was impressed by his cooking skills, especially the two children, who pestered Zhou Bingkun all day long and were unwilling to eat the food cooked by Zheng Juan.
In fact, it's not that Zhou Bingkun doesn't want to cook. Zhou's mother cooks the meals for the Zhou family. She dislikes him for not knowing how to save and refuses to let him enter the kitchen. As for Zheng Juan, everything is well prepared for him, and it's not his turn to do it.
vegetable.
Zheng Juan came out of the back room with a smile and said: "You are finally back. The two greedy cats didn't eat well at noon. I promised them to let you make delicious food in the evening, so they became obedient and settled down."
Zhou Bingkun squatted down and asked, "If you don't obey, you are not a good boy."
"Uncle cooks delicious food."
"Yes, daddy makes delicious food."
Zheng Juan asked: "Then what I cook doesn't taste good?"
Feng Yue and Zhou Cong glanced at each other, and immediately ran to Zheng Juan's side, hugging her legs.
“Mom/aunt’s cooking is also delicious.”
You little clever guy has learned to please others.
No matter what, the child finally got over the tragedy in the Zhou family.
Zhou's mother is lying in bed now and needs Zheng Juan to massage her from time to time to prevent muscle atrophy. As for whether she can wake up, it only depends on God's will.
Zhou Bingkun is also thinking of ways to solve this problem, but there is no good way except massage.
Zhou Bingkun didn't know much about medical skills, but he also knew that acupuncture could play a very good role, so he secretly asked if there was any doctor who was proficient in traditional Chinese medicine.
The doctor didn't ask, but he remembered a problem that he had ignored.
Although this world is a different world, many things are similar.
Where is Jichun? It's in the northeast.
When I was a child, I learned in school that there are three treasures in the Northeast: ginseng, mink, and deer antlers.
Mink fur and deer antlers aside, ginseng is very important to him.
Before coming to this world, he tried to grow crops in space. Although they all failed, it was not without harvest.
The main reason why crops cannot be planted is that the growth cycle of crops is inherently short, and the aura in the soil is sufficient. Even at the edge, ordinary crops cannot bear it.
But ginseng is different. As long as you don't dig it, ginseng can grow for a long time. Even the longer the year it grows, the better, and the more spiritual energy it has, the better.
If ginseng can really be grown in the space, it will be of great significance to him.
The results were naturally gratifying, and the ginseng planting was successful.
Zhou Bingkun asked someone again about the growth habits of ginseng.
The growth habit of ginseng is very special. The annual ginseng only grows one three-palmate compound leaf, commonly known as "three flowers"; the second-year ginseng has one five-palmate compound leaf, commonly known as "slap"; the three-year-old ginseng has one five-palmate compound leaf, commonly known as "slap".
There are two palm-shaped compound leaves, called "Erjiazi"; four-year-old ginseng has three palm-shaped compound leaves, called "Dengtaizi"; five-year-old ginseng has four palm-shaped compound leaves, called "four-pin leaves"
; Those with six-year-old leaves are called "Fifth-grade leaves", and those with six-grade leaves and above are called "King of Hammers", and the number of leaves will not increase.
Based on these things, Zhou Bingkun compared the time with the outside world.
After three days outside, the ginseng in the space grew three palm-shaped compound leaves. In other words, after three days outside, the ginseng in the space became an annual ginseng.
On the sixth day, the ginseng in the space grew a five-palmate compound leaf; on the ninth day, the ginseng in the space grew two palm-shaped compound leaves; on the 12th day
, the ginseng in the space grew three palm-shaped compound leaves; on the fifteenth day, the ginseng in the space grew four palm-shaped compound leaves.
The time is not very accurate, and the error is only within a few hours. A rough calculation shows that the comparison between the ginseng growth time in space and the real time should be about 1:120.
Zhou Bingkun did not feel the time changes in the space. He did not know the reason.
As for the difference in the growth time of ginseng, it may be caused by the spiritual power in the soil. After all, crops such as wheat will burst in the soil very quickly. This may also be related to the relatively short maturity cycle of these crops.
No matter what the reason was, Zhou Bingkun was very happy and no longer bothered about the fact that the space canceled his copied skills.
As for the quality of the ginseng produced in the space, it gave Zhou Bingkun another surprise. He bought some ginseng on the market outside and gave some to Zhou's mother, but the effect was not significant. The ginseng in the space was different. He took out a plant.
Zhou's mother tried taking one-year ginseng, and the results were very gratifying.
Although Zhou's mother did not wake up, some of the hidden dangers caused by long-term bed rest began to ease. With good feedback, Zhou Bingkun felt even more relieved. He then tried ginseng for two years and three years.
Finally, it was discovered that giving Zhou Mu the best effect if she took ten-year-old ginseng at intervals of one month.
Zheng Juan didn't ask where Zhou Bingkun got the ginseng, and secretly gave it to Zhou's mother without letting anyone know. With ginseng, Zheng Juan's task was greatly reduced, and she didn't need to give Zhou's mother a full-body massage every day.
After taking it for a period of time, Zhou Bingkun took Zhou's mother to the hospital for a check-up. Even the doctor was surprised by the miracle of Zhou's mother. It was really hard to believe that the muscles of a comatose person did not atrophy.
