Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After finishing the meal.

After drinking a pot of tea at home, Wang Feng rode his bicycle to Ninth Master's place.

When he passed Mao'er Hutong, he went to look under the big poplar tree. Seeing that there was no signal from the group of black market bosses, he sighed and rode away on his bicycle.

......

time flies.

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The past month has been extremely peaceful in the hospital, but the days are becoming increasingly difficult to endure.

Cornmeal prices have risen to 1.8 yuan per kilogram, and many residents are starting to struggle to make ends meet. During the day, the men go to work at the steel mill, while the women go in groups to dig for wild vegetables outside the city, all in an effort to save on food supplies.

A few days ago, Xu Damao's injuries had basically healed, and he had returned to work at the steel rolling mill. However, he was no longer physically able to go to the countryside to show movies, so Li Huaide arranged for him to take a sinecure as a warehouse guard.

Sha Zhu's injury has improved a lot, and he can get out of bed now. He can walk around in the yard without any problems, as long as he doesn't do heavy work, walks slowly, and doesn't aggravate his wound.

As for He Daqing, he had already started working at the machinery factory's canteen a month ago.

As usual, Wang Feng went to Ninth Master's place this afternoon to learn traditional Chinese medicine. Ninth Master sighed:

"Young Master, there's nothing more I can teach you."

Ninth Master never expected that such a prodigy as Wang Feng could appear in this world. He had studied traditional Chinese medicine his whole life and that was all he could do, but Wang Feng had learned all his skills in less than two months.

Wang Feng knew he wouldn't learn much from Ninth Master. In the past month or so, he had mastered everything Ninth Master knew and needed to learn, but his clinical experience was still inferior to Ninth Master's. There was nothing he could do about it, since he didn't have that many patients to treat.

Watching the children playing in the yard, Wang Feng looked at Ninth Master and instructed, "Ninth Master, now that things here are settled, make preparations for tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, I will arrange for someone to come and take you to Hong Kong Island."

"Yes, young master," Ninth Master replied with a bow.

Wang Feng then gave Ninth Master some more details, and left with his bicycle.

On his way back to No. 95 Courtyard on his bicycle, Wang Feng sighed inwardly.

In the past month, apart from having almost mastered Ninth Master's medical skills, he has made virtually no progress.

There was still no news from Chairman Chen. He was furious that he had spent so much money and still hadn't found Chairman Chen.

In the past month, he met with several black market bosses and spent another fifteen large yellow croakers. He also followed two black market bosses and a gang leader who took money to do things. They did not fail to do their job after taking the money. They were diligently searching for Chairman Chen's whereabouts, but they could not find any trace of him. Wang Feng was at a loss.

It seems that Chairman Chen may indeed no longer be in Beijing. If he still can't find Chairman Chen after a while, he plans to stop searching. Whether he can find Chairman Chen again will depend on his luck.

Hiring two thousand people every day to help him find people is no small expense. Even if each person's daily wage is one yuan, the daily expenses would still reach two thousand yuan.

When Wang Feng returned to courtyard No. 95, it was already 5:30 pm. The people who worked at the steel rolling mill in the courtyard had all returned as well.

He had just returned to the Intermediate People's Court when he saw Xu Damao sitting under a big tree smoking.

Xu Damao also saw Wang Feng at this moment, and quickly walked over with a smile, handing him a Daqianmen cigarette, and said with a smile:

"Brother Wang Feng, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you for so long."

Wang Feng took the cigarette, lit it, and asked in surprise, "Brother Da Mao, what brings you here?"

Xu Damao waved his hand and laughed, "It's nothing. My injury has healed, and I went back to work at the steel mill a few days ago. I got a chicken today. Come to my place tonight, and we'll have a good drink together."

Upon hearing that he was to be invited for drinks, Wang Feng thought for a moment, then smiled and nodded in agreement.

"No problem, Brother Damao, then I'll be looking forward to trying your sister-in-law's cooking."

"Haha, Brother Wang Feng, how can Su Mei's cooking compare to your wife's? I still crave her cooking from the last time I ate it."

Hearing Xu Damao's tone, Wang Feng understood that he wanted Jingru to help with the cooking.

However, he would also need to eat later, so after thinking about it, he decided to trouble Jingru instead. It was only this once anyway, and since his relationship with Xu Damao in the hospital was fairly good, he should give him this much face.

To be honest, Wang Feng really couldn't get used to Li Sumei and Xu Damao's cooking skills. There was no way around it; his palate had long been spoiled by Qin Jingru.

"Brother Da Mao, has your wife cooked the chicken? If not, how about we have Jingru cook it and bring it to your house?"

"Haha, good, good, Brother Wang Feng, I'll go home and get the chicken now. Su Mei killed the chicken this afternoon. Luckily, I told her to wait until you get back before making it."

With that, Xu Damao happily ran back to the backyard.

He had originally intended to have Qin Jingru help with the cooking, and he was overjoyed to see Wang Feng being so accommodating.

Wang Feng parked his bicycle and went inside. Qin Jingru helped him unhook his backpack and said with a smile:

"Brother Wang Feng, have some tea first, I'll go cook now."

"etc."

Qin Jingru was taken aback, turned around, and asked in confusion, "Brother Wang Feng, is something wrong?"

"Hehe, Jingru, it's like this. Xu Damao just said that he bought a chicken today and wanted to invite me to his house for drinks. He was worried that Li Sumei's cooking wouldn't be good, so he wanted to ask you to help cook the chicken. I thought that our family has a pretty good relationship with Xu Damao, and he's just recovered from a serious injury, so I agreed. You'll have to work hard tonight."

"Hey, I thought it was something serious. It's just a small matter. No problem, just have Xu Damao bring the chicken over."

Qin Jingru smiled indifferently. Regardless of Wang Feng's relationship with Xu Damao, she would help with this small favor based on her relationship with Li Sumei. It was just cooking a meal, nothing big. As long as they didn't ask her to cook for them too often, it would be fine.

After all, in this courtyard, only she, Li Sumei, and Qin Huairu were from the countryside. She didn't get along with Qin Huairu, but she became good friends with Li Sumei.

Just as Wang Feng was about to speak, he saw Li Sumei walk into the room, carrying a large bowl filled with chicken. The chicken was already cut up, and this large bowl of chicken probably weighed no less than three and a half pounds. It was a large rooster.

"Wang Feng, I've brought the chicken."

As she spoke, Li Sumei looked at Qin Jingru again, and said somewhat shyly:

"Jingru, thank you so much for your help."

Qin Jingru took the large bowl and smiled nonchalantly, "It's alright, Sumei, you can go back first. I'll cook the dishes later and have Brother Wang Feng bring them over."

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