The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 118 We'll get our marriage certificate after I recover (Seeking monthly votes)
Song Hongbing!
This was an answer that was both unexpected and reasonable.

Zhang Aijun ripped the collar off Song Hongbing's neck and dragged him in front of Qian Jin.

Qian Jin's flashlight beam cleaved through the snow, illuminating the familiar middle-aged face.

Song Hongbing was in a sorry state. His clothes were tattered from being torn by Huang Chui, his head and body were covered in snow, and ice shards were still hanging from the tip of his nose. He only had one work glove left, and he didn't know where the other one was.

Faced with Qian Jin, Song Hongbing suddenly froze, the broken saw blade in his hand clattering onto the soft snow.

Qian Jin stared at him and asked, "Captain Song, why are you stealing my bicycle?"

"Xiao Qian, I don't understand what you're saying. No, why did you tackle me to the ground? You're committing a crime!" Song Hongbing forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and didn't forget to turn the tables.

Qian Jin said, "Captain Song, stop trying to play dirty tricks now; it will only make you look foolish."

"Look at all these things you've made..."

He shook open the satchel that Song Hongbing had brought, and a dagger, screwdriver, wrench, pliers, and half a pack of cigarettes fell out with a clatter.

"You should know that I am the deputy captain of the Taishan Road Security Assault Team, right? Captain Song, look at what you brought, and look at the marks you left on my bicycle. Do you think you can fool our security officers' sharp eyes?"

Qian Jin stepped on the wrench, the coolness of the metal creeping up his slippers.

I was in such a rush that I wasn't even dressed properly.

The alarm woke up many people in the tenement building, but they didn't come out to see what was going on because of the cold weather.

But in room 204, they heard the door slamming next door. Wei Xiongtu came out with a pair of fire tongs and looked around. Wei Qinghuan tried to go out, but he shoved her back in.

But Wei Qinghuan was very assertive, pushing her brother aside and walking out.

Seeing that Qian Jin wasn't wearing a coat, she quickly went back inside, found a cotton coat hanging on the wall, and ran over to put it on him: "What happened?"

Qian Jin laughed and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my and your brother's superior. He was trying to frame us two soldiers, but somehow he ended up getting himself into trouble."

"The net of Heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it," Wei Qinghuan sighed.

Song Hongbing was so angry that he jumped up and down, shouting, "Who the hell got themselves into trouble? You two scoundrels, stop slandering me!"

It's freezing cold.

Fearing his wife would catch a cold, Qian Jin shook his head, signaling Zhang Aijun to drag the man inside.

Song Hongbing struck a heroic pose, raising his head and defiance, saying, "Go ahead and beat me up if you dare, I'll admit defeat tonight!"

Qian Jin looked around and whispered, "No one came out. The neighbors don't know what happened. Why don't we kill him, cook his body, and feed it to the dogs?"

“You see, since he came to steal my bicycle, he certainly wouldn’t tell anyone where he was. The heavy snow has also covered up any traces of his coming here.”

"By the time the snow melts, probably no one will realize he's missing, but by then his body will have already been digested by Huang Chui..."

Song Hongbing's face turned deathly pale.

Wei Qinghuan frowned and pondered: "Huang Chui probably won't digest it that quickly, but don't worry, I can get a bottle of aqua regia from the school lab."

"That thing can even corrode gold, it can easily corrode flesh and bones..."

"I'm telling you, the net of heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it!" Song Hongbing cried out, "Help!"

Zhang Aijun quickly covered his mouth, looking embarrassed: "Sir, this murder is illegal."

Qian Jin laughed: "I was just trying to scare him! Look at how arrogant he is, how could I not scare him?"

Zhang Aijun breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he release his grip on Song Hongbing's neck.

Song Hongbing clutched his neck, gasping for breath, and coughed uncontrollably from the rapid breathing.

Qian Jin and Wei Qinghuan were startled.

Zhang Aijun was really about to strangle Song Hongbing just now!
The two looked at each other and then stuck their tongues out at one another.

Suddenly, Song Hongbing sprang up, his frozen elbow slamming into Qian Jin's ribs. The two tumbled and fell in the stairwell, the enamel basin rattling loudly as it was kicked.

Lights began to come on in the tenement building, and someone pushed open a skylight and cursed, "Are they putting on 'Raid on the White Tiger Regiment' in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Aijun hurriedly grabbed Song Hongbing, who cried out, "Murder! Murder!"

The person next door shuddered: "What's going on?"

Qian Jin said, "We caught a car thief, and now he's trying to take advantage of the chaos to escape."

The neighbor who showed up said, "Let's beat this scoundrel up first and then take him to the police station."

Upon realizing it was Qian Jin coming home, the neighbors and those upstairs and downstairs all turned away.

Money entering the house is not to be trifled with.

Song Hongbing was dumbfounded.

Qian Jin was too lazy to waste any more words. He went inside to get dressed and told Zhang Aijun to get dressed too: "Take him to the police station!"

"No! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" Song Hongbing quickly shouted, "This person was choking me just now, I really thought you were going to kill me to cover it up!"

Regardless of what he said, Qian Jin went back into the house, took out a pair of handcuffs, and cuffed him.

Wei Qinghuan wrapped her scarf around his neck like a wife would: "Be careful on the road, or he might do something desperate."

Song Hongbing was furious at these words and cursed, "You woman are a real femme fatale, a femme fatale indeed!"

Wei Qinghuan smiled and nodded at him: "No need for your nonsense. I know I'm a beauty, but I'm not a beauty for you to admire. You'd better wait to go to jail."

Song Hongbing realized that it was true that Qian Jin had sent him to the security team, so he changed his attitude:

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian, tonight's incident was a misunderstanding. Please let me explain."

“An explanation is just a cover-up. You should go to jail and explain to the prison guards.” Qian Jin showed no mercy.

Song Hongbing said, "Listen to me, okay, I admit it, I was thinking of stealing your bicycle tonight."

"But I didn't manage to steal it, right?"

Qian Jin said, "It's because I'm vigilant, otherwise you definitely would have succeeded in stealing it. Last time downstairs at Minister Yang's house, you cut the tires of my and my friend's bicycles, right?"

Song Hongbing was taken aback: "It wasn't me. I haven't been to Minister Yang's building."

Qian Jin sneered: "Admit it?"

Song Hongbing protested, "What do I admit to?"

Qian Jin looked at Wei Qinghuan and asked, "Last time downstairs at Minister Yang's house, you were the one who cut the tires of my and my friend's bicycles, weren't you?"

Wei Qinghuan immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Don't slander me! When did I cut your bicycle tire? I've never cut anyone's bicycle tire."

Qian Jin looked at Song Hongbing: "The teacher gave you the standard answer, do you know where you went wrong?"

Song Hongbing was momentarily speechless, then softened his tone and said:

"Yes, I cut your tires. It was by chance. I saw you on our street, so I cut your tires."

"But I can pay for it. How about I give you two new tires?"

Qian Jin said, "Stop talking nonsense, go to the police station, we have to send you to jail!"

Song Hongbing is a thief with a very narrow mind.

These kinds of enemies are the most annoying. They don't dare to be ruthless, but they will always look for opportunities to scheme against people, so they must be sent to jail.

Song Hongbing naturally didn't want to go to the police station, so he shouted, "I'll pay you back! I'll buy each of you a bicycle!"

"No need," Qian Jin sneered.

Not counting the shopping mall, he had almost three 10,000-yuan households in cash from 1977 alone. Why would he need someone else to compensate him for the bicycle?

Song Hongbing pleaded, "Captain Qian, Brigade Leader Qian, we've been colleagues for a while now. As the saying goes, even a day as husband and wife isn't enough; we'll inevitably run into each other again in the future, right?"

"Let me off the hook, and you can decide how to compensate me. I just wanted to steal your bicycle to vent my anger."

"You've already replaced me as the captain of the Jiagang Brigade, and I've been fired. Can't you even let me vent my anger?"

Qian Jin really didn't know anything about this.

The Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative kept the outcome of Song Hongbing's case confidential; only rumors circulated outside.

Qian Jin asked Liu Jinshan, but Liu Jinshan was very perfunctory, saying that he did not know the inside story and only knew that Song Hongbing had been dismissed.

Removal from office and dismissal are completely different ways of handling matters.

Qian Jin was surprised that Song Hongbing was fired on the spot.

He was delighted: "Great! So you got fired? Tell me, what happened?"

Song Hongbing bargained with him: "I'll tell you what happened, then you can let me go."

Qian Jin stopped talking and dragged the handcuffs out.

Terrified, Song Hongbing had no choice but to tell the truth: "I borrowed a camera from Wang Enke, the deputy director of the customs inspection department. The camera was very expensive, but I lost it."

"Wang Enke was very angry and forced me to return the camera to him, but the camera had been snatched by the foreigner, so how could I give it back to him?"

"I had no choice but to buy him another one. I didn't have that much money, so I started using the department's public funds and embezzled money from the department. Unfortunately, I got caught. Sigh!"

Qian Jin gloated: "This is not a coincidence, it's too much of a coincidence."

"And you're full of lies, do you think I'd believe you? You say it's lost, you say it was stolen by foreign devils, who knows what's really going on?"

Song Hongbing's face turned red.

But in the end, he didn't reveal the truth.

He knew that if he revealed that he had borrowed the camera to take pictures of Qian Jin and Wei Xiongtu trespassing in the ghost market and then report them, he would be in even worse shape tonight.

Qian Jin was determined to send him to the police station.

When Song Hongbing saw that his pleas were useless, he became anxious: "If you dare send me to the police station, I'm telling you, your job is over!"

Qian Jin chuckled: "Oh ho, you're just yawning after eating dog shit—quite the boast, aren't you?"

Song Hongbing insisted, "You'll find out whether I'm bragging or not later. To tell you the truth, if you insist on going against me, I have ways to deal with you!"

"I've worked in Port Kapas for half my life..."

"Have you lived half your life yet?" Qian Jin asked, puzzled, then suddenly realized, "I understand, you mean you'll die young."

Song Hongbing was furious, but he couldn't go to the police station, so he suppressed his anger and tried to bargain with Qian Jin:
"If you let me go now, I guarantee you'll get promoted again next spring."

"If you insist on sending me to the police station now, you won't survive the winter, and your workplace will definitely fire you!"

Qian Jin said, "If I get promoted one more level, I'll go from battalion commander to minister. If you have that ability, why don't you become a minister yourself?"

Song Hongbing was speechless for a moment.

Zhang Aijun dragged him outside.

Song Hongbing struggled and shouted, "Yes, I can't promote you to the next level, but I have ways to make you unable to continue!"

"Just you wait and see, your men will rebel! They'll definitely report you together, and they'll never listen to you!"

The lights were on inside the Taishan Road Police Station.

The security guards had all gone home to sleep; it was the security task force that sent people to take turns on duty.

then……

Song Hongbing is still in Qian Jin's hands!

He had already made plans on the way. Once he entered the police station, he would deny any crime and say that he had come to ask Qian Jin about something but was framed.

But when he was dragged to the entrance of the police station, two men in red armbands came out and bowed and scraped to Qian Jin.

"Chief Qian, what brings you here?"

"They even arrested someone? Chief Qian, you're awesome! Our security team is all thanks to your leadership."

Song Hongbing's plan came to an abrupt end.

He turned to run but Zhang Aijun kicked him against the willow tree by the door. Snow fell from the branches, covering the urine stains that had frozen on his trousers.

Qian Jin went into the police station to warm himself by the fire.

Two security guards, clenching their fists, began interrogating Song Hongbing.

Today, Team Five's captain, Shi Zhentao, is on duty with a young man named Huang Xuri.

Neither of them liked to talk, especially Shi Zhentao, who was even more taciturn. He would take action first and believed in the principle that "truth comes from the fist."

He punched her twice.

Song Hongbing's will collapsed: "Qian Jin, I didn't tell you the truth just now. I wasn't fired, I was dismissed."

"Don't leave me with a criminal record, I can't be fired."

"Please, let me go! If you let me go, I promise I'll make everyone respect you and listen to you. If you don't let me go, I really have ways to make them turn against you..."

Qian Jin asked the two men, "Didn't you two have dinner? How about I prepare a midnight snack for you?"

Shi Zhentao kept his head down, as if he had encountered a young, beautiful woman on his wedding night, and he was pinning her down and relentlessly pounding into her.

Song Hongbing was a coward; after taking a few blows, he became obedient.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I admit it, a couple of days ago when Qian Jin and his friend went to Section Chief Cui Hu's house, I slashed their tires with a knife..."

"I'm planning to steal a bicycle tonight. I figured with the heavy snow, I could wait until everyone in the building is asleep, then use a saw to cut open the lock, push the bike straight to the black market to sell it, and the snow would cover up the traces, so no one would know..."

"Captain Qian, if you let me go, I'll definitely repay you, not repay you! I'll repay you!"

When Qian Jin saw that the statement was ready, he asked him to sign it and put his fingerprint on it.

Looking at the bright red handprint, Song Hongbing shed tears of despair.

Qian Jin patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Don't blame me, Captain Song. I am the deputy captain of the security task force. My job is disciplined, which means there are laws to follow, laws must be followed, enforcement must be strict, and violations must be investigated."

He then said to Shi Zhentao and the other man, "You violated discipline by using torture to extract confessions from the suspect. Go back and each of you write a self-criticism. Don't do this again next time."

"You two work the night shift so late, it must be tough. Well, I just made some chicken soup at home, so I'll bring it over for you two to have with some noodles to warm you up."

There was naturally no chicken soup at his home.

But the mall had all kinds of canned chicken soup, so he went back and bought a few cans, poured them into a pot to heat up, and personally delivered them to the two of them.

This chicken soup is said to be additive-free, yet the aroma is so enticing that Huang Chui's mouth watered the whole way; it's incredibly delicious.

Qian Jin suspected the manufacturer was lying; was this the taste of being additive-free?
The aroma made Shi Zhentao and his companion drool. After adding the noodles, the hot soup and soft noodles were ready to be enjoyed.

The two of them sat around the stove, eating, and all they could say was, "Ah, it smells so good!"

After all this commotion, it's almost midnight.

Qian Jin yawned and went back to sleep.

I feel dawn.

The outside was bright and shiny.

He opened the window and looked out.

Actually, the sun hadn't risen yet, or rather, the night hadn't ended; it was just that the blizzard had passed and the moon had come out.

The moonlight shone on the snow, reflecting a silvery glow, making it feel like dawn had broken.

Zhang Aijun was still snoring in the outer room.

Qian Jin couldn't sleep for a while.

He sensed the abundant life energy within his body and realized that he didn't need the old ginseng Qiu Dayong had given him for the time being, so he decided to send it to the mall to check its value.

Cultivated ginseng didn't exist back then, so what he had must be wild ginseng.

Another one, Qiu Dayong said it was a century-old wild ginseng from the Greater Khingan Mountains. Qian Jin didn't know if he was exaggerating, but it certainly looked like a good product.

This ginseng is dried. The main root is thick and shaped like the Chinese character "人" (ren), with dense spiral horizontal lines on the surface. The lines are numerous, fine, and very clear.

Its fibrous roots are well preserved, flexible and slender, not numerous, sparsely distributed around the perimeter, with small pearl-like protrusions on them.

The light shone on it, turning the skin a yellowish-brown color with a glossy sheen, almost like oily skin.

Qian Jin doesn't understand ginseng. In his previous life, he saw on the internet that some people said it had medicinal effects but that was fake, while others said that their ancestors had used it for thousands of years, but they still didn't know as much as you, a student who missed out on nine years of compulsory education.

But he felt that the ginseng he had was a valuable item.

No professional knowledge is needed; to put it simply, Qian Jin particularly liked this old ginseng, a liking that came from an unconscious impulse.

Another thing that gives him a similar feeling is gold!

Qian Jin believed that if such old ginseng were shown to people in real life, no one would dare to say it was "useless, false advertising, and all hype." With this in mind, the old ginseng entered the online store.
Wild ginseng, 84 years old, a specialty of the cold-temperate primeval forests of the Xing'an Mountains, weighing 71.22 grams, valued at 990000.

Qian Jin scratched his head and began to seriously count the digits.

Ok.

That's right, 990,000!
This thing that looks like an old man is worth 99.

He calmly took the ginseng off the shelf, examined it, and then put it back on the shelf.

He used eye drops before going to the doctor this time.

The 9 is followed by four zeros.

No problem.

Nine hundred and ninety thousand!

Qian Jin, lying in bed, realized things were serious.

Now he couldn't sleep at all!
Since he used all his savings to buy gold and build a gold box, he hasn't had any large income for quite some time.

However, he was not in a hurry, since he didn't need the money urgently. He would have plenty of places to search for valuable items once the reform and opening up came next year.

But he didn't expect it.

Unexpectedly, tomorrow and the unexpected happened first.

They unexpectedly became rich!

The 99 came quite suddenly; it caught Qian Jin off guard and just barged in.

It makes your heart pound and your whole body feel weak and sore.

The mall savings that were not exactly meager suddenly became enormous!
Qian Jin simply opened the window to let in the cold air.

Our ancestors were right: giving roses leaves a lingering fragrance on your own hands.

His act of kindness changed the fate of Qiu Dayong and others, and Qiu Dayong repaid him with millions of yuan.

A gust of cold wind calmed me down.

Qian Jin was not in a hurry to sell the old ginseng.

Its rarity and value are evident from its price, and that's just the purchase price. Given the nature of these middlemen in the marketplace, its value could skyrocket once it's listed.

This old ginseng is truly a treasure.

So he decided to keep it for now, unless he urgently needed the money to buy gold or other expensive goods, there was no need to sell it.

Qian Jin put the ginseng on the shelf, happily crawled back into bed, and drifted off to sleep.

It sounded like someone was calling him from behind.

He didn't react, and lazily went back to sleep without saying a word.

Then my forehead started to feel warm.

He groggily opened his eyes and saw Wei Qinghuan vaguely appear before him:
"Qianjin, Qianjin, how are you feeling? Can you sit up? I need to take you to the hospital; you have a very high fever!"

Qian Jin felt his heart beating very fast.

He held Wei Qinghuan's hand to his chest and joked, "So you had a fever. I thought it was because I saw you that my heart was beating so fast."

Wei Qinghuan, feeling embarrassed, said, "You have a cold."

Qian Jin asked, "Do you know why I caught a cold?"

"Because I caught a cold," Wei Qinghuan said.

Qian Jin shook his head: "No, it's because you made me lose my resistance."

Wei Qinghuan wanted to laugh, but finally said with a straight face, "Are you delirious? What nonsense are you talking about!"

She gently rubbed Qian Jin's chest, then helped him sit up, poured water, scooped it up with a spoon, blew on it gently, and fed it to him.

Little Tangyuan stood at the door of the inner room, hugging Huang Chui, looking at him in fear.

Qian Jin asked with a hoarse laugh, "What's wrong? Has Uncle become scary?"

Little Tangyuan suddenly burst into tears: "Uncle, are you going to die?!"

Huang Chui nudged her chin with his forehead to comfort her.

Upon hearing this, Qian Jin nearly fainted.

For the first time, Wei Qinghuan lost her temper with the chubby girl in front of Qian Jin: "What nonsense are you spouting, you brat? Don't talk nonsense!"

The chubby little girl cried, "My mom is like that, my mom, boo-hoo—"

Wei Qinghuan sighed with a complicated expression.

She opened the drawer, took out a few pieces of milk candy, and gave them to the chubby girl: "Go play with Brother One, Two, Three, and Four. Your uncle has a cold, but it's different from your mother's. Don't cry."

She'll cry even if you try.

Actually, she was scared too.

Qian Jin had been delirious with fever, and it was only after wiping his forehead and chest with alcohol that he felt better.

Zhang Aijun and Wei Xiongtu looked at each other in the outer room.

Wei Qinghuan walked out and said, "What are you two grown men doing standing here?"

"Brother Dajun, go find Director Wei and urgently borrow some plastic sheeting to seal the windows; the gaps are letting in drafts."

"Brother, go ask for leave for your sister and your team leader too. He probably won't be able to go to work for three to five days..."

Her decisive and efficient command arranged the group in an orderly manner.

When the four children learned that Qian Jin was lying in bed unable to move, they rushed downstairs without even putting on their shoes.

Wei Qinghuan waved her hand, telling them to get dressed and take Tangyuan to build a snowman and have a snowball fight.

Qian Jin felt like he had become a yang, and he was indeed burning up quite a bit.

He was wrapped in a military overcoat and two quilts, but he still couldn't stop shivering.

He looked out the window and realized just how cold it had been since the snow stopped last night.

The window frames were covered with frost flowers about half a finger thick. The north wind seeped in through the cracks in the wall; it wasn't fierce, but the chill was profound.

Wei Qinghuan first fed him water, then took out a mercury thermometer to take his temperature.

"Thirty-nine degrees Celsius." The female teacher's face paled even more.

She placed her cold fingers on Qian Jin's forehead, her hands smelling of ginger mixed with the sweetness of face cream: "With a fever like this, we can't stay at home, we have to go to the hospital."

Qian Jin, on the other hand, seemed to be doing alright.

Mainly because he had a history of erectile dysfunction, he waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, I know what I'm doing."

Wei Qinghuan glared at him: "Still putting on a brave face at a time like this? Do you think you're a steel furnace?"

Qian Jin coughed, and a spoonful of water immediately appeared at his lips.

He drank some water and laughed, "I know my own body best, don't worry. Let me rest at home for a while. If my temperature keeps rising, then we'll go to the hospital, okay?"

Wei Qinghuan thought for a moment and could only nod: "It's very cold outside, so it's better not to go out for now."

She tucked the blanket in for Qian Jin, then returned to room 204 with an iron dustpan to clean up the coal ash.

Then sparks began to crackle and pop in the furnace, and the flames burned, making her nose bead with sweat.

As the stove rose, the spicy aroma of ginger soup began to fill the air.

Wei Qinghuan stirred the small pot with her back to him. In the steam, her waist, outlined by her sweater, was illuminated by the firelight, making her figure look exquisite.

Soon she sat down on the edge of the bed with the enamel bowl in her hand.

The ginger soup was topped with golden egg flowers, and pitted red dates sank to the bottom.

Wei Qinghuan scooped up a spoonful and blew on it. The watch on her wrist slid down her forearm, revealing a fair and jade-like wrist.

"Please open your mouth, leader." She gave the order with a stern face, but the small spoon was considerately tilted at a forty-five-degree angle, just right to fit Qian Jin's lips.

After feeding him spoonful by spoonful of ginger soup, Zhang Aijun rushed back with a transparent plastic sheet.

Wei Qinghuan went back to get some thumbtacks and worked with Zhang Aijun to seal the windows.

The bright snow outside the window gave her a fluffy silver edge, and her ponytail swayed gently with her movements, bringing Qian Jin a sense of peace.

I feel so much better now than when I was impotent!

Wei Qinghuan applied a layer of ginger slices to his face as if it were a beauty treatment, and he also drank hot ginger soup. He felt better and his mind became clearer.

He must have been too rough last night.

He chased after Song Hongbing in a single layer of clothing, then dragged Song Hongbing to the police station, and then opened the window to let in the cold wind in the early morning.

The result was a severe cold.

This is truly a case of "no zuo no die" (a Chinese internet slang term meaning "if you don't do stupid

Fortunately, he had developed excellent physical fitness during his years of hard work in 77; otherwise, he might have been sent directly to the crematorium.

The honeycomb briquette stove (model 204) was brought over, the windows were sealed and the doors were closed, and the two stoves were burned brightly together, quickly warming the room.

Wei Qinghuan took off her clothes, revealing a light purple cotton shirt.

She squatted in front of the stove, tending the flames. The firelight made the tarnished silver pendant on her earlobe flicker, making her figure appear even more alluring.

Another pot was placed on top, and this time it was used to cook lean meat porridge.

The porridge contained yellow, green, and white cabbage leaves, the tenderest kind.

As she fed Qian Jin porridge, she sighed helplessly, "If only we had preserved eggs, my preserved egg and lean pork porridge wouldn't be so fishy, ​​you would like it."

Qian Jin said, "I will like anything you make."

Huang Chui yawned, opened the door, and went out.

Wei Qinghuan hurriedly closed the door and came back laughing: "Even the dog can't stand it anymore."

After the meal, she started preparing the medicine again.

Neither of the two stores had any cold medicine, so Wei Qinghuan put on a cotton-padded coat and a scarf to go buy some.

Qianjin's online store has a wide variety of effective medicines for severe colds and fevers, especially ibuprofen, which is very powerful and has no side effects.

But he only had a cold, and these days it's not like he couldn't even handle a cold, so he waited patiently for Wei Qinghuan to return.

After waiting for a while, I heard footsteps outside, quick yet soft, like last night's blizzard falling on the strings of a musical instrument.

The door opened and the female teacher quickly slipped inside to minimize the influx of cold air.

She took off her scarf and shook off the snowflakes falling from the treetops, revealing her oval face with a slightly red nose from the cold, and tiny ice crystals still clinging to her eyelashes.

She took off her coat, revealing a waist more slender than the spire of a Western building, which Qian Jin admired from the side.

Wei Qinghuan took out the medicine and muttered to herself, "Take Analgin first."

Qian Jin, who hadn't been sweating at all, broke out in a sweat after hearing this.

Analgin?
The legendary medicine Analgin is said to restore health to 99% when it drops to 20%, but locks the 99% health level as the maximum health bar.
He might as well have just gotten the ibuprofen out!

The large pills were handed to him.

A gentle gaze was right behind them.

The kindness shown to the beauty deepens the affection.

Qian Jin had no choice but to eat it.

Wei Qinghuan bought more alcohol and then found a wad of cotton and tied it into a braid behind her head: "It's my turn to massage you."

She helped Qian Jin take off his shirt and vigorously rubbed his forehead, back of his head, chest, and back with alcohol-soaked cotton balls.

Qian Jin tilted his head and didn't move.

Like a dead fish.

His eyes were fixed on Wei Qinghuan's neckline as she bent over.

Inside the sealed room, two stoves were burning at full power, brewing brown sugar ginger tea and porridge. There was also a stove simmering millet porridge. The room was very hot, so Wei Qinghuan was only wearing a cotton shirt.

Perhaps it's because women rarely have their own underwear these days, or perhaps it's because they don't need underwear in winter due to thick coats.

In short.

very nice.

Especially now that it's hanging down, Qian Jin understands how fitting the name "stalactite" is.

It is round, large, and white.

Wei Qinghuan worked hard to wipe the alcohol off him, and as her body swayed, it was sometimes spotless and sometimes crystal clear.

Wei Qinghuan suddenly felt a sense of unease and stood up in alarm.

Qian Jin suddenly said, "Teacher Wei, I've realized that you're not suited for dating."

Wei Qinghuan immediately forgot all her feelings and her heart jumped into her throat.

Qian Jin continued, "It's a good time to get married!"

"I'll get our marriage certificate as soon as I recover. I won't wait until after the college entrance exam; I'll register our marriage as soon as I'm better!"

The female teacher felt relieved.

She carefully covered you with the blanket and said happily, "You're so easily moved? I've only been taking care of you for a little while."

Qian Jin turned over to look at the blanket, then turned to his side.

Wei Qinghuan wiped her hands and brought over some brown sugar ginger water: "You need to drink more water. I asked the doctor, and he said that you must drink more water when you have a cold and fever. As long as you drink more water, you will get better faster."

Qian Jin really liked drinking water at this time.

Because all you have to do is open your mouth.

But after drinking the water, he suddenly asked, "If I drink too much water, I'll definitely need to pee. So here's the problem: I feel like I can't go out to the toilet right now..."

"I'll go borrow a chamber pot for you," Wei Qinghuan said, turning to look out the window.

Qian Jin said, "No, let me finish."

"I feel so weak all over, I can't pee on my own..."

The female teacher hurriedly said, "I'll have the eldest and second eldest sons of the Liu family help you—don't get any ideas, we haven't registered our marriage yet, and even if we did, it wouldn't work!"

"You bastard!"

Seeing Qian Jin laughing, she knew she was being teased, so she raised her hand, climbed onto the bed, and patted him.

Qian Jin saw this as a golden opportunity and thought, "Why wait?"
He pulled the girl directly into his arms.

Wei Qinghuan touched his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "His fever has gone down a bit, he's much better than when I came in this morning."

"Stop messing around, sleep a little longer. The doctor also told you to rest in bed more."

Qian Jin just couldn't sleep!

I finally drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up by the aroma of noodles.

He turned his head to look outside.

Wei Qinghuan kneaded dough in front of the cutting board with her back to him.

The apron straps were tied into a bow at her slender waist.

As she tiptoed to reach the bottle of sesame oil on top of the cupboard, a glimpse of her slender, fair waist was revealed.

The sesame oil bottle was a little too high, and she couldn't reach it even when she stood on tiptoe several times, so she jumped up to get it.

Like a little white rabbit hopping around in the snow.

No, it's White Rabbit!
Qian Jin rested his head on his arm and began to dream about a wonderful life.

(End of this chapter)