I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

With the help of two cart pullers, the four of them worked together to move all the furniture into the house in Dongmianhua Hutong.

Yan Jiefang settled the wages, and the two workers took the money and turned to leave.

The neighbors in the courtyard also saw the Yan Jiefang brothers buying a large amount of furniture.

However, they were all just bystanders; neither they offered help nor came to cause trouble.

This is understandable, since Yan Jiefang only comes back once a month, and each time he just visits and leaves.

We don't know each other at all.

Furthermore, Zhao Wu, the former neighbor, had caused trouble at the Yan family's house in the evening, and died in a very horrific manner that night.

Although several months have passed since the case was solved, the murderer has still not been found, which makes the neighbors very uneasy.

Although there is no evidence to prove that this matter is related to Yan Jiefang, they stubbornly believe that this matter is probably inseparable from the Yan brothers.

It is in their nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, so they naturally keep their distance from the Yan brothers.

The Yan brothers didn't care what these people thought and quickly began assembling the bed and arranging the tables and chairs.

These things were simple; the two of them worked together, and the matter was quickly dealt with.

Looking at the somewhat crowded scene in the room, Yan Jiefang was satisfied, but he felt that something was missing.

"Second brother, are you moving in here today?"

Yan Jiekuang touched the bed board and asked a question.

"Um."

Yan Jiefang nodded.

"But you don't have any bedding on this bed?"

Yan Jiekuang said hesitantly.

"Damn! It really is! I was wondering what was missing, so this is it."

Yan Jiefang gently patted his forehead.

In addition, curtains should be hung on the windows; he doesn't want to be spied on.

He remembered that the store he had commissioned also sold these items, so he would go and buy some later.

They took Yan Jiekuang to the consignment store again and finally bought everything they needed.

However, they were all secondhand and used, and their condition didn't look very good.

Fortunately, it's not moldy, so it's still usable.

In addition to buying quilts and mattresses, he also spent an extra 20 yuan to buy a Huasheng electric fan.

It's a pity he didn't have any receipts, otherwise he would have spent less money and all the receipts would have been new.

He's still just a student and can't get many tickets, so he'll have to make do.

Working together, the room was quickly set up.

The bed was covered not only with a layer of straw and two layers of mattresses, but also with a straw mat on top of the mattresses.

They asked and checked, and confirmed that the mattresses and quilts had indeed been aired out when they were entrusted to the store, so they could be used directly after receiving them.

However, after today's shopping spree, the royalties I had saved up over the past few months are almost gone.

There are less than 150 yuan left.

It's true that money comes quickly and goes even faster.

The two brothers sat in front of the electric fan, enjoying the breeze, which slightly carried away their heat.

"Third brother, eat up."

Yan Jiefang took out four white steamed buns (from Factory 774, which had been critically damaged) from his backpack (space) and handed two to Yan Jiekuang.

"Okay, thank you, Second Brother."

Yan Jiekuang quickly took it and put it in his mouth to chew.

The sweet taste lingers in the mouth, and it's soft and delicious.

Then, Yan Jiefang took out a roast chicken, tore off two chicken legs and handed them to Yan Jiekuang.

Yan Jiekuang knew his second brother's decisive nature, so he didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it directly.

Not long after, he finished his dinner and went straight home.

Yan Jiefang turned off the electric fan, moved a chair to the underpass, and took out a book on traditional Chinese medicine to read.

Although this skill improves more slowly as you progress, after a long period of reading, his Traditional Chinese Medicine skill still reached 91/100.

At this level, Yan Jiefang felt that his medical skills had almost reached a state of perfection.

Anyone who enters his area and is observed for a minute or two can be diagnosed as being ill, and he knows the causes and treatments for most illnesses.

Yan Jiefang has repeatedly confirmed the problems within himself.

While not foolproof, it should be fairly accurate.

His internal organs had been depleted in previous years, leaving behind damage that was difficult to heal. Now, the damage is simply being masked by the body's automatic repair process.

However, it will still have many negative effects on his lifespan.

If left unattended, he may not live to 70, and even if his hard work pays off and he turns the tide, he may not live to 80.

Modern medical technology has also provided treatment methods.

However, this requires the use of various traditional Chinese medicines.

These methods may not be the best, but they are close, and at least they won't worsen the condition.

There were just too many medicinal herbs needed, so Yan Jiefang took out paper and pen and wrote them down one by one, planning to go to the pharmacy tomorrow.

The next morning, Yan Jiefang went to a nearby pharmacy to buy medicine.

You don't need tickets or certificates to buy small quantities of Chinese medicinal herbs; all you need is money.

The government only cracks down on merchants who hoard and resell large quantities of medicinal herbs; almost no one cares about his small amount.

Yan Jiefang spent most of the day running around before finally managing to buy the hundreds of kinds of Chinese medicine he needed.

Although he didn't buy many of each medicinal herb, the prices of some of the more expensive ones still made him feel the pinch.

The total cost of these medicinal herbs is close to 100 yuan!

For the next few days, Yan Jiefang stayed in Mianhua Hutong to brew and refine medicine.

The bitter smell of Chinese medicine wafted through the courtyard, attracting many curious glances.

However, until 2000, it was quite common for residents to brew medicine in the hutongs.

Although people found it strange that a young man like him was brewing medicine, they didn't pay too much attention to it.

A week later, Yan Jiefang finally stopped decocting the medicine.

He finally completed all seven types of medicine he had prepared for himself.

Three of them are decoctions, and four are pills.

Together they are called the Three Soups and Four Pills.

These seven drugs are new types of traditional Chinese medicine that he specially researched and developed, which can solve almost all diseases of the five internal organs.

Many chronic and intractable diseases can be effectively cured or alleviated as long as medication is taken on time and in the correct dosage.

If a pharmaceutical company is established in the future, this could be a lucrative business.

Yan Jiefang used the accumulated number of normal critical hits to critically hit all seven drugs.

Each one received at least a 55x critical hit.

In this way, there will be no need to spend a lot of money and time buying and manufacturing medicines in the future.

He took all seven medications according to the prescribed usage instructions.

On the surface, there was no sign of anything, after all, his health was excellent, and his various illnesses were just latent ailments that did not usually cause any symptoms.

But through his own medical skills, he could tell that these drugs were already beginning to take effect in his body.

His previously hidden ailments are slowly improving.

This indicates that these medications are still beneficial to him.

Yan Jiefang planned to use seven super critical hits to take turns attacking each of the seven drugs.

It removes all hidden ailments from your body in one go, eliminating any worries about the future.

As for these ordinary three soups and four pills, some of them were given to the third brother, Yan Jiekuang, to treat his health.

The rest can be stored in the space for now; you never know when you might need them.

The fact that the potential health risks could be addressed in a predictable and effective manner brought him a sense of relief.

Unexpectedly, with just this one move, my physical fitness, which had stagnated for almost a year, suddenly jumped up to 13 points.

He immediately felt full of energy and much more relaxed.

Over the next 20 days, Yan Jiefang continued to study diligently while also wandering around Beijing, experiencing the atmosphere of that era.

This will allow his songs and literary works to be more in line with the current era.