Zheng Zhendong stayed in the hospital until about 4:30 in the afternoon, then left the hospital and walked home.
He handed the Chinese medicine he caught to Sha Zhu and asked him to boil it for He Daqing and take it. He went home with a lot of thanks from Sha Zhu.
When Zheng Zhendong returned home, Zheng's mother hadn't gotten off work yet, and seeing that her younger sister wasn't at home either, she started preparing dinner.
First, I cooked corn noodle porridge, then put on the steamed bun, and started to pack away the rabbit meat from the past few days.
When the porridge was ready, they started to stew the rabbit. Just as the meat was put into the pot, Zheng's mother came back from get off work.
Seeing Zheng Zhendong cooking, Zheng's mother took off her coat, hung it on the wall, and asked.
"Third son, how about going to your fourth grandpa's house today? Nothing happened?"
Zheng Zhendong replied while looking at the pot.
"It's okay, Mom. Today my fourth grandpa took me to the hospital to treat patients. He said that I have a good grasp of the basics and can start treating patients!"
When Zheng's mother heard what Zheng Zhendong said, she felt very happy and encouraged her.
"Good son, you are such a good son. You must learn from your fourth grandfather. This is how you can settle down and make a living!"
Hearing what Zheng's mother said, Zheng Zhendong nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.
After a while, the rabbit meat in the pot was stewed. As soon as Zheng Zhendong took it out, the little sister came back, and the family of three began to eat.
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At this time, there was an undercurrent in the courtyard. Yi Zhonghai sat at home for a while after get off work and went to He's house first.
After entering He's house, I first paid attention to He Daqing's physical condition, and then asked.
"Lao He, what was the reason for you and Zhu Zhu yesterday? Why did you still have a quarrel?"
He Daqing, who was lying on the bed, was a little embarrassed to speak, and said in a squeaky voice.
"Lao Yi, this matter... Well, I can't explain it. Forget it, don't ask. Let's talk about something else!"
Seeing that He Daqing didn't want to say anything, Yi Zhonghai became even more curious, thinking that since you didn't say anything, I would talk to Silly Zhu later and have to figure this out.
After chatting with He Daqing for a few more words, Yi Zhonghai went out to talk to Sha Zhu who was boiling medicine.
Yi Zhonghai chatted for a while, then changed the topic and asked.
"Zhuzhu, why did you and your father quarrel yesterday? The neighbors in this courtyard are very concerned about you, please ask me to ask!"
Silly Zhu was also unprepared, and since he was quite convinced of Yi Zhonghai, he told what happened yesterday as if he were pouring beans into a bamboo tube.
After hearing what Sha Zhu said, Yi Zhonghai felt that this was an opportunity, so he gave Sha Zhu a few words of advice and hurried to the backyard.
When I arrived at Lin's house in the backyard, I told Mrs. Lin what I had learned.
I saw Mrs. Lin sitting on a chair. She was silent for a while, then a cunning light flashed in her eyes, and then she spoke.
"Zhong Hai, this is an opportunity. You have to find a way to make He Daqing unable to stay in the courtyard, so that you have the opportunity to treat Silly Zhu!"
After hearing what Mrs. Lin said, Yi Zhonghai really felt that this was an opportunity, but he just felt that he had no idea how to start, so he asked for advice.
"Old lady, what should I do to make He Daqing unable to stay any longer? I don't know how to start at the moment?"
Hearing Yi Zhonghai ask this question, Mrs. Lin said with confidence.
"Zhong Hai, go find out about the White Widow tomorrow and see where He Daqing has gone with her.
Then he made some insinuations and asked if they were really together, should they go to Baoding or come to the courtyard?
If they go to Baoding, we will leave them alone. If they want to come to the courtyard, you come back and tell me, and I will take care of it then!"
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The two of them muttered for a long time before Yi Zhonghai came out of Lin's house and went home for dinner.
Time flies by and towards the end of the year, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Chen in the front yard finally comes to pick them up to spend their old age in peace.
Zheng Zhendong rode his bicycle, carrying Uncle Chen's luggage and delivering it to the train station.
After watching a family of three get on the train, Zheng Zhendong returned to the courtyard.
Use the key to open Uncle Chen's door, go inside and take a closer look.
The house is not big, only about 20 square meters, and is divided into two rooms, with a bedroom inside and a living room outside.
There is a large earthen bed in the bedroom, which can sleep four or five people. There are two camphor wood boxes in the corner.
However, there is nothing in the box anymore. It was probably taken away by Mr. Chen and his wife.
Looking at these two boxes, Zheng Zhendong felt that they were suitable for home use and could at least hold some things.
Facing the door of the outer living room is an Eight Immortals table with two Taishi chairs beside it, and a nave painting hangs on the wall behind it.
At first Zheng Zhendong didn't pay much attention to this painting, he just thought it was an ordinary nave painting.
However, after looking at it carefully for a while, Zheng Zhendong found that this painting has profound artistic conception and full of ancient meaning, and it seems to be the work of a famous artist.
Zheng Zhendong carefully took off the painting and rolled it up, preparing to go out and find someone to take a look at it when he had time.
Although Zheng Zhendong doesn't know much about antique calligraphy and painting, looking at this painting, whether it is the use of ink, coloring, or the degree of time erosion of the paper, it is not what we have in modern times.
Zheng Zhendong took the rolled painting, walked out of Chen's house, locked the door, and then went to his home.
After returning home and sitting for a while, Zheng Zhendong thought that since he had nothing else to do, he might as well go and appraise the painting.
Thinking of this, Zheng Zhendong took the painting, rode his bicycle and went straight to Ben Liulichang.
After riding for about half an hour, Zheng Zhendong arrived at Liulichang.
After getting off his bicycle and looking at the deserted Liulichang Street, Zheng Zhendong didn't know where to go.
Pushing his bicycle, Zheng Zhendong wandered around the street.
Passing by a shop with the word "Tianhexuan" written on the plaque, Zheng Zhendong stopped his bicycle, locked it, opened the door and walked in.
When I walked into the store, I saw that there were all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings in an orderly manner, and there were various jades, snuff bottles and other small items on the counter.
Perhaps because he heard the door open, a middle-aged man in his 50s and wearing glasses walked out from the back hall.
Looking at the man in front of him, Zheng Zhendong was very surprised, thinking to himself, isn't this the same person as an adult? How could he have traveled through time?
Just when Zheng Zhendong was stunned, the middle-aged man introduced him with a smile.
"Hello, this guest, I, Lan Yigui, am the shopkeeper of Tianhexuan. I wonder if you can give me some advice by coming to the shop?"
After hearing the shopkeeper's introduction, Zheng Zhendong came to his senses, took out the painting under his arm, and was about to hand it to Lan Yigui.
However, Lan Yigui did not answer, but motioned to Zheng Zhendong to put the painting on the table, and Zheng Zhendong had no choice but to do so.
After putting down the painting, Zheng Zhendong sat on the chair at Lan Yigui's signal and couldn't wait to ask.
"Can the shopkeeper please help me take a look at it? What is the origin of my painting and how much is it worth?"
Lan Yigui picked up the painting from the table, unfolded it carefully, and looked at it carefully, making a clicking sound while looking at it.