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

half a month later.

"Yan Jiefang, come out here for a moment, I need to talk to you."

A young woman's voice came from the doorway.

Yan Jiefang looked up and saw Xu Damao's younger sister, Xu Fengling.

She wore a slightly fitted short wool coat, which accentuated her face and figure, making them appear even more perfect and slender.

This was considered very fashionable and rare clothing by people of that era.

He Daming quickly calculated that this new outfit would not only cost around 40 yuan, but also more than 10 feet of cloth coupons, plus more than 20 industrial coupons!

Ordinary people wouldn't spend a lot of money to customize something.

The Xu family is truly willing to sacrifice for this precious daughter.

"OK."

Yan Jiefang agreed and walked out of the living room.

The two walked a few steps to the side along the covered walkway.

"Waaah~"

Xu Fengling suddenly burst into tears for no apparent reason. She covered her face and bowed three times to Yan Jiefang.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know my dad came looking for you that night. I've caused you so much trouble, sob sob, I'm so sorry!"

After saying that, she immediately turned and ran away.

This left Yan Jiefang somewhat bewildered. He remembered that he had already made things clear and refused on that day.

What does it mean that Xu Fengling came over to apologize?

Xu Fugui didn't offend him, did he?

Is there some inside story he doesn't know about?

hateful!

He despised riddle makers who only told half the story!

It's making people feel stuck in an awkward position!

The women in the front yard who noticed the commotion and the workers resting at home all looked at Yan Jiefang, pointing and whispering amongst themselves.

Anyway, I guess it's probably not something nice to say.

Yan Jiedi also poked half her head out from the gate, her eyes full of curiosity.

Yan Jiefang waved to her:

"What are you looking at! Go back and do your homework!"

Although he didn't know the inside story, Yan Jiefang didn't take it to heart.

After returning inside, he picked up a Japanese book about computers and continued reading.

In this day and age, it is quite difficult to improve computer skills.

After all, it's still in its early stages, and there's very little relevant information available.

Moreover, those damned Japanese devils didn't have much useful content in their books at all.

It's all about hydrology!

Even worse than later online novel authors! (The author has personally read several computer books written by authors born in the 00s, and they are all filled with filler.)

Fortunately, although it was a book on low-level computer skills, it could still slowly improve his computer skills.

This matter has little to do with the book; it relies entirely on the extraordinary power of the two entries on his body.

No wonder only these few Japanese computer books are available for loan; it turns out everyone knows these books aren't very valuable!

Other good English and Russian books are very precious and rare, and you need a letter of introduction from your workplace to view them.

Moreover, they can only be viewed in the reading room and cannot be taken away.

It seems that improving computer skills is quite difficult and requires a lot of time.

Fortunately, starting next year, he will have plenty of time.

In ten years, his computer skills should have reached the world's top level.

Since he encountered difficulties with computers, he turned his attention back to radio.

He began drawing blueprints and writing plans to further improve the processes, quality, and efficiency of the production workshop.

To avoid being too shocking, the improvements he made to each drawing were not particularly significant.

While Yan Jiefang was working hard at Factory 774, the residents in the courtyard were not idle either.

Recently, they discovered a strange phenomenon: Yi Zhonghai would go out every few evenings and not return overnight.

It started when a few neighbors in the front yard, such as Yan Bugui and Liu Yuyan, discovered it, and naturally, more and more people found it later.

With more people involved, naturally, there will be a lot of speculation.

Most people believe that this old guy is still up to no good and has most likely gone to the underworld.

However, everyone only speculated in their hearts and did not shout it out loud.

As the weather gradually turns colder, another New Year is fast approaching.

One evening, Yang Ruihua suddenly asked Yan Bugui:

"Old Yan, have you noticed a strange odor coming from Yi Zhonghai lately?"

Yan Bugui thought for a moment and asked:

"You mean that rotten, fishy smell?"

Yang Ruihua nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes! That's the smell! And he's lost a lot of hair, and there are a lot of white spots the size of fingernails on his head!"

Do you think he might have some kind of strange illness?

Yan Bugui thought for a moment, then became somewhat uncertain:

"I don't know. The second son should have a day off tomorrow. Why don't you ask him tomorrow? He's very knowledgeable; he might know what's going on."

Yang Ruihua nodded immediately:

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow."

The next day, Yan Jiefang was utterly bewildered when he heard what Yang Ruihua had said.

This is clearly spirochetal syphilis!

Moreover, based on the description, this is at least phase two!

He had seen all this information from a blogger before he traveled through time, and he never expected it would come in handy now.

Yan Jiefang gave Yang Ruihua some snacks and warned her that this was a type of venereal disease, telling her to be careful, before sending her away.

Yi Zhonghai is now a major source of poison; should we take advantage of this and kill him?

Considering that this guy didn't seem to have offended me, it seemed unreasonable for me to take action against him.

Finally, Yan Jiefang went to the neighborhood committee not far away and reported the situation to the epidemic prevention officer.

As for how the government will handle it, that's none of his business.

When Yang Ruihua returned home and told Yan Bugui about Yi Zhonghai's venereal disease, Yan Bugui's scalp tingled with fear.

He greeted this guy casually yesterday!

I shouldn't get infected this way, right?

He immediately ran to his second brother's place to ask, and only after receiving confirmation that everything was alright did he return home with a lingering sense of unease.

On the same day, Yi Zhonghai was sent to the hospital for isolation and treatment.

Soon after, news of his syphilis infection spread throughout the courtyard.

Many people showed expressions of disdain:

"Yi Zhonghai is such a disrespectful old man! At his age, he still goes to brothels; no wonder he got syphilis!"

A woman pointed at her husband:

"See? This is what happens when you go out and date shady women!"

Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu were both sitting at their own doorsteps.

They were all a little flustered.

Only they themselves knew that they had all had affairs with Yi Zhonghai in the cellar.

If they get infected, wouldn't they be doomed?

Then they thought that this happened so many years ago, if it was going to spread, it would have spread long ago, how could it have dragged on until now?

Thinking of this, the two exchanged a glance and then immediately looked away, temporarily putting the matter aside.

The old deaf woman in the backyard also felt uneasy thinking about the unspeakable things that had happened between her and Yi Zhonghai. She decided to go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow.

Everything is for peace of mind.

Apart from the parties involved, almost no one knew that Yi Zhonghai had so many romantic affairs.

If Yan Jiefang knew about this, he would have to sigh: I am not as good as the Moral Celestial Venerable!