Walking out of Qiyuanshan's courtyard, Zhang Xiyue looked at Fang Le with admiration.
Fang Le has been smart and good at studying since he was a child. He is the only undergraduate in Murakami. The other college students are said to be college students, but in fact they are junior colleges.
Unexpectedly, Fang Le went to university outside for several years, and now his level is even better, even better than Qi Yuanshan's.
Zhang Xiyue was frightened by Xiaomei's appearance just now. Unexpectedly, after Fang Le said something, Xiaomei got better quickly. It was really amazing.
"You will find out in the future that I am actually more powerful."
Fang Le laughed and talked to Zhang Xiyue.
"Um."
Zhang Xiyue couldn't understand the implication of Fang Le's words, but she nodded seriously. In her opinion, Fang Le was the most powerful one, bar none.
"Silly girl!"
Fang Le laughed heartily. Many girls today couldn't understand some jokes from his past life.
Fang Le's mental age is already over thirty years old, and Zhang Xiyue is only nineteen years old. In Fang Le's eyes, she is really a girl.
Having found such an older girl as his wife, Fang Le felt a bit like an old cow eating tender grass, but fortunately he was not too old for his body.
After returning home, Fang Le picked up on Zhang Xiyue again and learned something about the situation.
There is a pharmacy in the streets of Yushan Town, which belongs to a supply and marketing cooperative. The pharmacy is a pharmacy that combines traditional Chinese and Western medicine and sells both Chinese and Western medicines.
In recent years, there are not many specific medicines in Western medicine, and they are expensive. Especially in rural areas, there are few types of medicines, but the audience for Chinese medicinal materials is not small.
The pharmacies in the town naturally have their own supply channels, but the staff of the pharmacies also collect medicinal materials from private hands, and the prices are lower than those from suppliers, so they can make some profits for themselves.
In the 1990s, with the nationwide reforms, many systems were incomplete and had many loopholes. All walks of life were not very standardized. After being poor for many years, many people have now begun to focus on money.
Not only in the pharmacies in the town, but also in some villages, there are also people selling medicines privately. Some people at home get some oxytetracycline, metamizole, Yunnan Baiyao and the like from outside and sell them privately in the village. The sales are quite good and they make a profit.
Even though I had some pocket money, no one reported it.
After understanding this, Fang Le felt relieved. In two days, he would go to the mountains for a walk to see if there were many wild medicinal materials on the mountains. If there were many, they could indeed be his first pot of gold.
While thinking in his mind, Fang Le also complained about the place where he was reborn. The rural areas in Guanzhong near the Taibai Mountains were very limited in this era, and there were almost no business opportunities.
In addition to farming, the main source of income for the villagers here is that the men in the family go out to work in nearby Xijing City. Migrant workers in the construction team are the mainstream in each village.
If this was in a southern province or city, the business opportunities would be correspondingly greater.
Now that it's here, make peace with it. The first priority is to recover your body, otherwise you'll be out of breath even after climbing a mountain.
Fortunately, in addition to prescribing medicines for himself, Fang Le also knew other ways to strengthen his body. After dinner, Fang Le practiced Wu Qin Xi in the yard.
Wu Qin Xi was improved by his father Fang Han from Hua Tuo's Wu Qin Xi. It was also promoted by the country at that time. This set of Wu Qin Xi Fang Le practice is quite authentic and authentic.
Yesterday Fang Le spat on me. My cousin-in-law Jiang Qiu'e across from me is now a lot more honest. She doesn't play Qin opera any more. She doesn't stand at the door with a green onion and makes cold steamed buns with green onions. She is very responsible and even...
From time to time, I look for opportunities to get close to Fang Letao.
"Hey, Xiaole, what are you practicing? You look pretty good."
Fang Le didn't bother to talk to her. After all, they lived under the same roof. There was no need for Fang Le to talk to Jiang Qiu'e.
The mother of the predecessor must be taken care of, and then there is Zhang Xiyue. As for the others, it depends on your mood. You have to be nice and have a close relationship. Fang Le doesn't mind helping, but if it's not good, then everyone will
Stranger.
Zhang Xiyue held a stool and sat on the edge, also watching Fang Le practice Wuqinxi. The better Fang Le recovered, the happier Zhang Xiyue was.
Taking medicine and practicing Wu Qin Xi, Fang Le's health is getting better day by day. Although he occasionally coughs and his tuberculosis has not been cured, his whole person looks completely different from before. At least there is no obvious morbidity.
Already.
When he first woke up, Fang Le looked pale. Although he was tall, he felt weak. Now, Fang Le's face is rosier, which means that the conditions at home are not good and the nutrition is not up to par.
I haven't had a single meal of meat for many days.
"Fang Le!"
This morning, after breakfast, Fang Le was still practicing Wu Qin Xi in the yard, when a shout came from outside the door.
"Fang Le, get out of here."
Following the shouting, five or six young people in their early twenties walked in from the door. The young man in the lead was not very tall, less than 1.7 meters, which was about the same height as Zhang Xiyue, but he was in good health.
She looks a bit fat, but not the kind of fat she has raised. The muscles on her body are obviously very solid, and she has a lot of strength at first glance.
"Feng Fei, why are you here? Who asked you to come?"
Seeing a group of people coming in, Fang Le was still thinking about what happened again. Zhang Xiyue's expression changed. She stood up in a hurry and walked quickly to the young man: "Don't make trouble here."
"What's the trouble?"
Feng Fei took two steps forward carelessly: "I'm not here to make trouble, I'm here to reason. Your father has accepted the betrothal gift from our family, and you are the daughter-in-law of our Feng family. What's the point of following this consumption ghost now?"
What's going on, do you think our Feng family is easy to bully?"
Now Fang Le understood what was going on.
That day when Zhang Xiyue's father, Zhang Dunhe, brought people to make trouble, he said that he had already used the betrothal gift from Feng Laosan, and Fang Le didn't care whether it was used or not. Zhang Dunhe's meaning was obvious. The betrothal gift would not be refunded.
Fang Le solved it.
Fang Le didn't take this matter seriously. Zhang Xiyue was his wife now, and he had the obligation to resolve this matter.
How much can the bride price be these days?
Fang Le really didn't notice it.
But these days, Fang Le only focused on exercising and forgot about this matter. Unexpectedly, the real owner came to visit.
"What are you talking about? Fang Le and I are already married."
Zhang Xiyue glanced at Fang Le, fearing that Fang Le would be angry.
Since waking up that day, Fang Le seemed to be a different person, and he was obviously much better to her. This made Zhang Xiyue very happy and cherished it. She was afraid that this incident would cause some estrangement between Fang Le and her.
"Xiyue, your father has accepted the betrothal gift from our family, and you will be our daughter-in-law."
Feng Fei said confidently: "Your father does not agree with the matter between you and Fang Le, a consumptive ghost. This does not count."
As he said this, Feng Fei laughed strangely and reached out to touch Zhang Xiyue's face: "I know that Fang Le, a consumptive ghost, doesn't have that ability. You are still clean, and I don't mind it."
But before Feng Fei's hand touched Zhang Xiyue, Fang Le had already stepped forward and tapped the numb spot on Feng Fei's arm.
"Ouch!"
Feng Fei suddenly screamed strangely and hurriedly threw his arms.
"Fang Le, you are looking for death!"
Feng Fei suddenly became furious.
Zhang Xiyue said that Feng Fei was a second-rate man. That was really not nonsense. Feng Fei's family was from another village. He had some money. This boy was very powerful and cunning. He had a bunch of bad friends around him. He had nothing to do all day long. He was a typical gangster.
son.
This kind of people usually only bully others. When have they ever been bullied?
"If you touch Yueyue again, I will remove your arm."
Fang Le warned Feng Fei calmly.
In Fang Le's eyes, Feng Fei is not even a bedbug.
Before his rebirth, Fang Le's background was really not comparable to that of ordinary people. It would be good if he didn't bully others. How could anyone bully him?