Jiang Qiu'e was standing at the door chatting with someone about home matters when she heard the roar of a motorcycle coming closer and closer.
Feng Fei braked suddenly and the motorcycle stopped in front of Fang Le's house, startling Jiang Qiu'e and the person who was talking.
Seeing that it was Feng Fei, Jiang Qiu'e and the person who was talking frowned.
At this time, most people's temperaments, thoughts and concepts of accepting certain things have not completely changed. Most people are still relatively conventional, so people with flexible minds can get ahead very quickly in this era.
Feng Fei was quite unpopular in several nearby villages.
People are afraid and scold them. No one wants to provoke them in person, but they all like to scold them behind their backs.
"Ah, it's my sister-in-law!"
Feng Fei parked his motorcycle, got off the car, and greeted Jiang Qiu'e with a smile.
As an outsider, especially from another village, Feng Fei didn't know what was going on between Fang Le and Jiang Qiu'e. After all, they were a family and lived in the same courtyard.
After recognizing Fang Le as his eldest brother, Feng Fei was somewhat polite to Jiang Qiu'e.
"Xiaofei, are you... here to see Fang Le?"
Jiang Qiu'e didn't like Feng Fei in her heart, but she had a smile on her face.
The reason why some people don't like them is because they are not their friends. If someone like Feng Fei really wants to get closer to someone, some people are actually happy and proud in their hearts.
"First bring back my brother Fang Le's basket."
Feng Fei said that he had already unloaded the bamboo basket containing Chinese herbal medicine from the motorcycle and carried it directly into the yard.
"Brother Fang Le and sister-in-law Xiyue are still behind. I'll pick them up."
Feng Fei put the basket away, said something after coming out, and the motorcycle roared away again.
"When did your Fang Le hang out with Feng Fei?"
The person talking to Jiang Qiu'e asked.
"Who knows, I am willing to fall."
Jiang Qiu'e curled her lips, feeling envious in her heart.
Feng Fei is actually the same age as Fang Le, and is only two or three years younger than Jiang Qiu'e's husband. Jiang Qiu'e is not that old, and is only one year older than Fang Le.
At the age of twenty-two, Fang Le was still a child at that time. Most of them were still studying in school. Even if they were not studying, they were still living at home. Not like Jiang Qiu'e, who had been married for three years.
Not old, just when she was young, Jiang Qiu'e also envied that her man could be brothers like Feng Fei, so that no one would dare to mess with him when he went out.
It can make people afraid, but it cannot make people look down upon.
Jiang Qiu'e's words of self-will and depravity are not a sign of envy.
Feng Fei came back quickly. The motorcycle took Fang Le and Zhang Xiyue and slowly stopped at the door.
"Xiao Fei, thank you!"
Fang Le felt older in his mind, and he accepted being called Brother Fang by Feng Fei calmly. He was also called Xiao Fei by Feng Fei very smoothly, and he never asked who was older.
"Look at what you said, Brother Fang. Are you out of touch?"
Feng Fei said with a smile: "Then I'll leave first. Brother Fang, if you have anything to do in the future, call me anytime. If you need to use the car, call me anytime."
After saying that, Feng Fei got out of the car again: "Well, I'll leave our home phone number with you. If you need anything, call me directly."
"Forget it, we don't have a phone at home."
Fang Le said with a smile.
Fang Le heard Zhang Xiyue say that there were only two landline phones in their village, and calling was expensive. No one would call unless they had something important to do.
Transportation is basically by walking, and communication is basically by shouting.
Every day at meal time, Fang Le could hear shouting from all over the village.
"Goudan, it's time to go home for dinner."
"Li Doudou, your mother is calling you home for dinner."
A cry similar to this.
"Okay, brother Fang, if you have something to do, just find someone to notify me."
Feng Fei nodded, got in the car again, said hello, and the motorcycle roared away, leaving behind a plume of black smoke.
After Feng Fei left, the person who was talking to Jiang Qiu'e also left. Jiang Qiu'e stepped into the yard, saw Fang Le and Zhang Xiyue playing with herbs in the yard, and got close to them.
"Ah, Xiao Le, you and Yueyue went up to the mountain to dig wild vegetables. Did you dig so many?"
Fang Le ignored Jiang Qiu'e.
She is obviously young, having only been married for three years, but she looks like a talkative woman in her forties, with no vitality at all.
Living in the same courtyard as Jiang Qiu'e, Fang Le also discovered after so many days that the cousin-in-law across the street is really lazy. Her cousin Fang Hui is not at home and has gone out to work. Jiang Qiu'e is too lazy to cook. She only boils water and makes steamed buns every day.
, add a green onion at most, and just chat with a group of women in the village.
"I dug so much, let's get some for my sister-in-law."
Jiang Qiu'e didn't care and continued to hold her close.
After seeing Fang Le beating Feng Fei, Jiang Qiu'e didn't dare to say anything bad in front of Fang Le anymore, so she complained behind his back. Even if Fang Le ignored him in person, Jiang Qiu'e didn't dare to say anything and was still shy.
With a straight face.
"This is not a wild vegetable, it is a Chinese herbal medicine. If it's okay, please don't touch it."
Fang Le didn't look back and warned Jiang Qiu'e.
"If you don't touch it, don't touch it!"
Jiang Qiu'e was rejected and went into the back room angrily.
No one was disturbing, Fang was happy and quiet, and he and Zhang Xiyue sorted out the dug herbs, briefly dealt with what needed to be dealt with, and then hung them to dry under the eaves, fearing it would rain at night.
It was sunny for several days in a row. Fang Le and Zhang Xiyue went to the mountains to dig for medicine during the day and came back to deal with it in the afternoon. Occasionally, they would cook medicinal materials at home instead of digging for medicine. The middle-aged man they met on the mountain that day was named Fan Deming, and Fang Le went to dig for it.
On the third day of medicine, I received Fan Deming's herbal medicine once, which cost about fifty or six cents.
The first time he gave the money, Fang Le mentioned the monthly balance, and Fan Deming nodded directly in agreement.
The herbs were said to be just weeds on the mountains in Fan Deming's opinion. Some of them he didn't even recognize. There were a lot of weeds mixed in with the herbs he dug, and Fang Le had to sort them out. It would be nice if he could give them a few cents.
Monthly payments are monthly payments, and Fan Deming never thought about whether Fang Le would default on his debts or not.
Fan Deming didn't care much about Fang Le when he helped Fan Deming's goat kid pick up the leg. If Fang Le really wanted to default on his debt, Fan Deming felt that he wouldn't lose anything. He could just dig some weeds and sell them for some money. What was he worried about?
strength?
About half a month later, Fang Le had already accumulated a lot of the first batch of Chinese medicinal materials. Rehmannia glutinosa weighed about five kilograms, Bupleurum three kilograms, and some other medicinal materials added up to two or three kilograms.
While Feng Fei was riding over for a stroll, Fang Le brought the prepared Chinese medicinal materials and asked Feng Fei to take him to the pharmacy in the town.
Apart from going to nearby Jinyu Mountain, this was the first time Fang Le went out to Fangjiaping. Along the way, Fang Le asked Feng Fei what villages were nearby. Feng Fei thought that Fang Le was a college student and spent little time at home, so he couldn't remember.
After talking to Fang Le all the way, Fang Le also became familiar with several villages near Fangjiaping.
"This is the street?"
After getting off the car in front of the pharmacy, Fang Le was stunned again.
"This is the street."
Feng Fei was a little strange and pointed to the pharmacy in front of him: "Yushan Pharmacy."
"All right!"
Fang Le sighed, the streets in this town are too shabby.
Fang Le originally thought that the roads in Murakami were bad and the town should be better, but he didn't expect that it was really just better.