When Feng Fei was riding his motorcycle to send Fang Le back, his cousin Jiang Qiu'e was chatting with someone at the door.
Fang Le got out of the car, holding vegetables, pork, eggs, and various oils, salts, sauces, and vinegars in his hands. Jiang Qiu'e's eyes widened as he looked at Jiang Qiu'e, who was chatting with someone.
"Xiao Le, are you getting rich?"
The woman who was talking to Jiang Qiu'e also asked Fang Le.
This is not a new year, but a festival, so eating meat is really quite a luxury.
"No, it's just to replenish the health of my mother and Yueyue."
Fang Le responded casually, then carried his things through the door.
Entering the door is a courtyard, and then entering the middle door is the patio and the houses on the two opposite sides.
The sun has been good these days, so Zhang Xiyue took the old lady out and sat in the yard to bask in the sun.
The old lady had a weak body, which had been the root cause of the disease for many years. In addition, Fang Le was about to die some time ago. The old lady was worried about her, and her illness became more serious.
As Fang Le recovered, her health was getting better and better. The old lady was in a better mood, less worried, and her body gradually began to recover. However, the living conditions were too poor and the nutrition in all aspects of her diet was unbalanced.
This time the medicinal materials were sold for money, and Fang Le bought a lot of things when he came back to improve his life.
"Why did you buy so many things?"
Zhang Xiyue hurriedly came over and saw that Fang Le had eggs on one side and pork on the other. She felt distressed. How much would it cost?
"It didn't cost much."
Fang Le handed the things directly to Zhang Xiyue: "Cook a delicious meal for lunch and give it to our family."
After saying that, Fang Le also handed over the remaining ten yuan to Zhang Xiyue.
"The medicinal materials were sold for thirty yuan, and I spent more than four yuan to buy the medicine. I gave Feng Fei five yuan..."
"Um!"
Zhang Xiyue nodded, quite surprised that the medicinal materials were sold for thirty yuan. Zhang Xiyue also expressed support for Fang Le giving Feng Fei five yuan. Zhang Xiyue was very clear about right and wrong.
"I'll put things in the kitchen."
Zhang Xiyue took her things and turned around and entered the back room.
"Are you feeling better?"
Fang Le then pulled the small stool that Zhang Xiyue was sitting on just now, sat opposite the old man, and asked politely.
Mom, Fang Le was a little bit speechless, so he just spoke directly.
To be honest, Fang Le has always been somewhat respectful to the mother in his predecessor. This does not mean that he is unwilling to take responsibility and support the elderly, but that his soul has changed, and Fang Le feels a little guilty.
People often say that no one knows more than their mother. Children who have been raised since childhood can always feel whether they have changed much or not.
Although Fang Le knew that his worries were unfounded, this lack of confidence was beyond his control.
Besides, she is not her biological mother, and she has only traveled through time for so many days. When it comes to feelings, she really doesn’t have much emotion.
It's just that the old lady is different from Jiang Qiu'e's family. Fang Le has to admit it or admit it, and he has to take care of it or take care of it.
"much better!"
The old lady looked at Fang Le with a smile on her face, and her face was full of kindness: "Seeing that you are okay, Le Wazi, I feel relieved. It's not easy for me and you to reach (dad) with a son like you."
The child has just arrived. When you are happy, I will name you Fang Le, so you will be happy and happy."
"Fang Le?"
Fang Le had a smile on his face, but his mind had already wandered away.
My Fang Le and my father's Fang Han in my previous life are exactly the opposite of each other.
I heard that my grandfather didn't like his son and was disappointed to have a son, so he called him Fang Han.
The old lady probably hadn't talked to her son like this for a long time. She talked a lot. Fang Le, with the attitude that talking too much would lead to mistakes, just laughed along and listened quietly.
At noon, while having lunch, the smell of meat wafted out of the kitchen and spread all over the room. My cousin Jiang Qiu'e, who was sleeping in the room, wrapped her head tightly in a quilt and came.
Out of sight, out of mind.
He kept chanting in his mouth: "Eat you to death, eat you to death!"
After the second batch of medicinal herbs was processed, Fang Le went to the next town to sell them. The prices were about the same. The second batch of medicinal herbs was slightly larger and sold for more than 40 yuan.
You don't go out, you just stay at home, and your income of about seventy yuan a month is really not low in this era. Some restaurants in nearby Xijing City hire waiters and take care of food, food, and housing, and it only costs twenty or thirty yuan a month.
money.
The village and town where Fang Le is located belongs to the Guanzhong area of Qinzhou Province. It is located in the inland northwest. Prices and other aspects are incomparable with some developed cities in the south. What's more, this is only 1994, and even in the deep sea, wages are not as high.
It's too high. Zhang Xiyue said that if you work a little more overtime in January, you can earn two to three hundred, which should be about like that.
Two to three hundred is a very high income for people in the village.
So Fang Le made seventy yuan this month, which made Zhang Xiyue extremely happy.
"The first time you sold medicinal materials, you still had twelve dollars left, this time you had forty-three..."
Zhang Xiyue was counting the money and comparing it with the ledger to see which accounts could be paid off first.
Fang Le sat on the edge, but he was a little worried.
The way to get medicinal materials is obviously dead. I rely on the town pharmacy to digest it, but it is obviously difficult to digest it.
The pharmacy belongs to a supply and marketing cooperative and has a special supply channel. It is definitely okay if the people below occasionally accept some private goods, but the private goods will cut off their original supply channels. There must be people upstream who are looking for trouble. Don't tell me how.
Le Zi is not afraid, even Wang Shengjun doesn’t have the guts to continue eating.
Transportation is inconvenient, and the nearby town is far away. The most you can do is to process the medicinal materials in hand before taking action, and then there is no way to continue.
We agreed not to let our daughter-in-law go out to work, but we haven’t even made enough of this first pot of gold, so we’ve stopped working?
Fang Lejue felt a little ashamed of himself as a reborn person.
But the problem is that there is a gap between this era and the era he was born in by many years. In the 1990s, Fang Le was still a bit unfamiliar.
I definitely know the general direction, but everything is difficult at the beginning, and the first step is difficult.
He has medical skills and treats people. He is poor everywhere in the country, and it is difficult to meet a noble person.
Besides, Fang Le himself does not have the qualifications to practice medicine yet. Although it is easy to get the qualifications to practice medicine before 1998, if you don't have it, you don't have it. It's okay to treat people secretly, but if you really want to make a big show of it, it will be troublesome if someone reports you.
According to Fang Le's original plan, he must finish college and obtain his diploma.
If you want to continue going to school, you need tuition and living expenses. If Zhang Xiyue is willing, you can follow him to Xijing City. As for the old lady, Fang Le is at home right now, not only taking care of himself, but also taking care of the old lady.
Body and self-care are not a problem.
Fang Le, the cousin-in-law opposite Jiang Qiu'e, probably saw through it and offered some benefits. As long as she wasn't in a desperate situation, Jiang Qiu'e wouldn't have the guts to do anything to the old lady.
As for the future, we can only look at it later.
But no matter what you do, you always need money. How do you get this money?
"Are the Fang brothers here?"
Just when Zhang Xiyue was sitting by the kang, counting money, and Fang Le was sitting on the edge, thinking. There was a shout from the door, and Fang Le knew it was Fan Deming.
"Let me go take a look. They should have sent medicinal materials."
Fang Le stood up, said hello to Zhang Xiyue, and walked outside. It was time to tell Fan Deming that the medicinal materials would not be collected in the future. Fang Le planned to send all the medicinal materials that have not been disposed of in the yard to Qiyuan Mountain.
go.
Just after leaving the middle gate, what surprised Fang Le was that Fan Deming didn't bring medicinal materials, but someone else.
Fan Deming and another young man in his thirties came in from the door holding a middle-aged man in his early forties.
The middle-aged man had one leg hanging down, obviously injured.
"Come on, sit down first!"
Fang Le hurriedly brought over the deck chair where the old lady had been sunbathing, and asked the middle-aged man to sit down on the deck chair.
"Brother Fang, I came here to play in the mountains. I accidentally broke my leg. I thought that you treated our Yangwazi's leg before, and the effect was good, so I thought about sending someone to you here. We can handle it in town.
No."
Li Wanjiang, who had just sat down on the recliner, heard the words and the muscles on his face trembled.
What sheep?
This is not what Van Deming said before.
Instead, he said that he knew a doctor who was very good at bone setting.
Li Wanjiang also knows the conditions here in Yushan Town. The town will definitely not be able to handle his situation. Even the county, Li Wanjiang is a little worried.
Li Wanjiang was a little moved when Fan Deming said that he knew a good bone-setting doctor. Li Wanjiang could still trust Li Wanjiang, a bone-setting master of traditional Chinese medicine. If he really had a powerful bone-setting master of traditional Chinese medicine, it would be better than going to the hospital for surgery.
But when he got here, looking at Fang Le's young face and listening to the conversation between Fan Deming and Fang Le, Li Wanjiang felt like he was on a pirate ship.
It is said that unruly people come out of poor places. Isn't it possible that I have fallen into a trap?
Fan Deming hadn't noticed that Li Wanjiang was already thinking wildly, and he smiled and said to Li Wanjiang: "Man, let me tell you, my little brother is really amazing, just that little sheep kid in our family,
I also broke my leg on the mountain... It was only January, guess what..."
After hearing this, Li Wanjiang really didn’t want to talk to Fan Deming.
You describe this little brother as having a high level. Can you find someone to come over? He can't do anything like a sheep. The people listening will feel terrified.
Li Wanjiang was wandering around the nearby mountains alone today. He was rescued by Fan Deming. The person who sent Li Wanjiang here with Fan Deming was Fan Deming's cousin from the same village. In any case, they saved him, otherwise he would have broken a leg.
In the mountains, there is really no way.
"Okay, Brother Fan, please sit down and drink some water first."
As Fang Le shouted into the room, Zhang Xiyue came out with a kettle.
"Let me check your leg injury first!"
Fang Le walked to Li Wanjiang and said to Li Wanjiang with a smile.
Li Wanjiang smiled stiffly: "Little brother, are you a veterinarian?"
"It can be seen by people, and it can be seen by sheep."
Fang Le gave Li Wanjiang a big white tooth.
"Little brother, does your village have a telephone? Why don't you make a call for me?"
Li Wanjiang felt horrified when he heard Fang Le's answer, and discussed with Fang Le: "After the call gets through, I will definitely thank you."
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