Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

When Wang Feng returned to the house, he saw that the door was locked, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Jingru should have been back by now, why isn't she back by 5 pm? Is there a banquet to prepare today?

After parking his bicycle, Wang Feng took out the key from his spatial storage, opened the door, and went inside.

He took out a Zhonghua cigarette and lit it, his mind still on the traditional Chinese medicine knowledge he had learned from Ninth Master that day.

Over the past week, thanks to Ninth Master's careful guidance and the five of them—Second Brother and the others—voluntarily acting as guinea pigs to experiment on him and perform some simple acupuncture, his understanding of traditional Chinese medicine has become increasingly profound.

Now, he could easily open his own small clinic or become a barefoot doctor. He has already made some progress in treating minor ailments and mastering the basic diagnostic methods of observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation.

He sighed inwardly. Traditional Chinese medicine was indeed profound and extensive. He had been studying it for a week and could only treat minor illnesses. He estimated that it would take him several months to reach the level of Ninth Master.

But even Ninth Master's level isn't considered high; he barely reaches the level of advanced traditional Chinese medicine. It's unclear how long it will take for him to surpass Ninth Master.

It's mainly a matter of experience. Ninth Master taught him theoretical knowledge, but the most important thing in traditional Chinese medicine is to practice it yourself in order to accumulate a lot of experience.

But right now he doesn't have that many patients to treat, so even if he wanted to practice, there's no way to do it.

Although the five of them, including the second brother, were willing to be his guinea pigs and let him experiment on them, they were his own team, his own people. How could he possibly use them as guinea pigs for experiments that were uncertain, risky, or harmful to the body?

Wang Feng sighed.

If he had known, he wouldn't have killed the people who received the space before. Now that he wants to use them as lab rats for experiments, he has to catch people again. However, he is not the kind of heartless person. Even if he needs to catch people for live experiments, he would never catch ordinary people.

The best option is to live a simple life; the next best is to become an enemy agent or traitor; and the worst is to become a rotten, rotten scoundrel.

It seems he has time; he should wander around Beijing tonight. Catching enemy agents won't be difficult for him, and he'll be contributing to the country by doing so.

Wang Feng stopped thinking about it, stubbed out his cigarette, and lit another one.

Before he had even finished his second cigarette, he saw Qin Jingru and Lu Banxia return together.

"Brother Wang Feng, you're back."

Qin Jingru had just parked her bicycle and walked into the house with a smile on her face, followed closely by Lu Banxia.

"Jingru, why are you back so late today? Is there a banquet to prepare today?" Wang Feng asked.

Qin Jingru smiled and waved her hand: "It's not a banquet. This afternoon, Director Li brought some elm leaves to our kitchen. He asked me to teach the kitchen staff how to make a 'bitter memories and sweet memories' meal."

Wang Feng nodded. He hadn't expected Li Huaide to act so quickly. He had just given Li Huaide some cornbread to try that morning, and in just half a day, even elm leaves had been prepared. It seemed that the factory would have to implement the "bitter memories and sweet tastes" meal program in the next couple of days.

"Brother Wang Feng, I have to go to the factory early tomorrow morning. Director Li said that starting tomorrow noon, they will start offering 'bitter-sweet meals' in the canteen. I have to go there early tomorrow to keep an eye on it," Qin Jingru said with a smile.

"Okay, you can arrange it yourself."

Wang Feng was surprised that Li Huaide was more efficient than he had imagined. He had thought it would be a couple more days before the "bitter memories and sweet memories" meal was introduced in the cafeteria, but it was starting tomorrow. The efficiency was so high that he felt a little ashamed.

"Brother Wang Feng, it's getting late. Please sit down for a while. I'll go cook."

As she spoke, Qin Jingru looked at Lu Banxia and said, "Banxia, ​​go and make a pot of tea for Brother Wang Feng."

"Okay, Sister Jingru."

Lu Banxia smiled sweetly, and the two of them worked together, one cooking and the other making tea, looking very harmonious.

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forecourt.

Liu Haizhong walked into the front yard with his hands behind his back, chest out, and head held high, exuding the air of a leader.

As soon as he stepped into the front yard, everyone congratulated him, which confused him. After grabbing Old Hu and asking him what was going on, he finally understood.

He never expected that Guangtian, that little rascal, would have such a good friend who lent him six hundred yuan to buy a workstation and even got him a job as an apprentice in the fitter's workshop of the steel rolling mill.

Upon receiving the confirmation, he hurriedly went to the backyard.

As soon as he got back to the house, he saw Liu Guangtian wearing the steel mill uniform. Seeing Liu Guangtian's smug look, he was furious.

"Guangtian, tell me, what kind of friend is this? Why would someone lend you six hundred yuan to buy you a job?"

Before Liu Guangtian could speak, his second aunt quickly came out of the kitchen and said:

"Old Liu, he works as an apprentice and earns sixteen yuan a month. I told him to give you his wages to save, and I'd give him one yuan a month for pocket money, but he doesn't want to. What do you think we should do?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Haizhong looked coldly at Liu Guangtian and asked:

"You little brat, I'm your father! You don't want to hand over your money to me to keep for you?"

Liu Guangtian was not afraid at all and sneered, "This is money I earned through hard work. Why should I let you keep it? I still have six hundred yuan to pay back to my friend."

"That's right, Dad. My brother borrowed six hundred yuan. Even if he doesn't eat or drink, it will take him several years to pay it back," Liu Guangfu chimed in.

"Old Liu, don't listen to them. I told Guangtian to give you his salary to save, and we'll pay back the six hundred yuan he owes him slowly. Old Liu, do you know what Guangtian said? He said he would never give you the money to save, and that we could split up the family if necessary."

Auntie Er sneered and fanned the flames from the side, not caring at all about making things worse.

Hearing what his second aunt said, Liu Haizhong didn't want to say anything more. Unconsciously, his hand reached for the belt at his waist again.

When Liu Guangfu saw his father taking out his belt again, he immediately shouted:

"Dad, please don't hit us. You promised all the neighbors at the hospital assembly yesterday that you wouldn't hit us again."

Liu Guangtian was not afraid at all. At worst, he would fight again or split up the family business. In any case, he would never hand over his salary.

Actually, he doesn't want to live with his parents anymore. Now that he has a job, he's no longer afraid of starving if he leaves them.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Guangtian went straight to the point with Liu Haizhong:

"Dad, I have a job now, and I don't need you to support me anymore. Let's separate the household."

Upon hearing Liu Guangtian's words, Liu Haizhong put his hand, which he had pulled back from his waist, back down.

His anger erupted wildly, and he could no longer hold back. He drew the Seven Wolves sword from his waist and lashed it out at Liu Guangtian.