After Zhang Feng returned home, he shut himself in the study. He needed to calm down and plan something.
It is now mid-June, and there is still about half a year before the event in memory.
He must plan carefully in order to maximize the use of that matter and obtain enough capital for himself.
In his dream life, Zhang Feng did not personally experience the turmoil, because half a year later, he had already begun serving his sentence in the provincial jail, and he had met a herbalist who likes to tell fortune-telling, the "Yu Banxian", which changed his fortune in the second half of his life. Yu Banxian once taught him a lot of unthinkable things. After he was released from prison, he settled down and settled down, basically because of Yu Banxian.
It was only after many years that Zhang Feng looked back on his twenty years of being "wasted" in prison. With the countless declassified information on the forum, he had a better understanding of the turmoil half a year later than contemporary people. He understands, but how to take advantage of this turmoil, he hasn't figured out yet, but he has a preliminary outline.
What we need to do now is to make some necessary preparations based on the memories in my dreams.
Spreading out the manuscript paper on the desk, Zhang Feng couldn't help but sigh, how long will it take to go without a computer
Zhang Feng, who had experienced the biological computer of the future in his dream, became a little rusty when he held the pen again. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't drop the pen. In the era when his dream ended, the writing work no longer needed keyboard operations. Computers are operated directly with consciousness through brain waves, handwriting? At that time it has become a pure work of art.
As soon as he drew a stroke on the manuscript paper, the pager placed on the table buzzed, and the tight beep made Zhang Feng put down some jerky pen in his hand, grabbed the pager and glanced at it. It was a series of familiar phone numbers and a few codes representing surnames. Zhang Feng couldn't help showing an annoyed look on his face. This was a paging from Yang Xiaolan.
Presumably, Yang Xiaolan already knew the news of his return at this time, right? I am afraid that he even knew about his promotion.
There is no phone at home. If you want to reply, you must either go to the village to call the public phone, or go to the pharmacy of Zhang’s old account.
Zhang Feng did not have the heart to see Yang Xiaolan, nor did he want to reply to this call, because he had not yet figured out how to face Yang Xiaolan. Ever since he had that dream, Zhang Feng has always been thinking about how to make up for his regrets. But he never thought about repeating the path he had walked. Therefore, the marriage with Yang Xiaolan seemed to have entered a dead end.
After thinking about it, Zhang Feng turned off the paging agency. Based on his understanding of Yang Xiaolan, if she can't wait for her to return the call, she will continue to paging until you can't stand it and run to return the call. Otherwise, it's not you. To be driven mad is she mad.
The little emotion that was just brewing in my heart was completely disturbed by Yang Xiaolan's paging.
It’s already half afternoon. Zhang Feng simply came out of the house and drove to the pharmacy in the town. Since he is at home, he must cherish all the time he spends with his parents. Only after losing the time he understands the importance of his parents to him, in his dream. Zhang Feng's outlook on life has changed dramatically.
Parked the car outside the old Zhang’s house, Zhang Feng opened the curtain and entered the pharmacy. As usual, his father Zhang Songjie was sitting at the table by the window to check the pulse of the patient while his mother Kong Lingshan was grabbing medicine from the medicine cabinet. Two handyman temporary workers, one specializes in heavy work, the other girl learns medicine from Kong Lingshan, and can replace it occasionally.
Putting the car key in his pocket, Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Dad, shall I sit here for you?"
Zhang Songjie's eyes stared: "Go go, don't mess around with me, just replace your mother if you really want to help, let her go back to make dinner, or just go to the drugstore."
Zhang Feng smiled and said: "This is what you said, so don't regret it in the future. Actually, your son's pulse is very good." After saying that, he smiled and said: "Then I will help grab the medicine in the past. Don't ask me to come over and help pulse."
The Zhang family is a herbal medicine nursery passed down from generation to generation. No one in the family has been nurtured since childhood. Zhang Feng still learnt from his grandfather. Not only the family inherited health maintenance skills are unmatched, but the ability to see a doctor is also very good. When I was a middle school student, I had already secretly prescribed a recipe for my network. In the army for a few years, in addition to the code name "Eagle King", there was also a nickname called "Lang Zhong", especially in the jungles of the Great Southwest. , The nickname "herald" used to show great power.
Kong Lingshan looked at her son with a domineering look, and smiled: "Today the sun has come out from the west, so I actually know to come to the pharmacy to help."
Normally Zhang Feng would never come to death, not to mention that he actively asked for help with pulse and medical treatment, but he didn't have the patience to sit at the door for a while, so Zhang Songjie sighed constantly, and his ancestral craft was lost in his hands.
Zhang Feng leaned close to his mother and said, "Don't you allow your son to suddenly discover it by his conscience?"
A patient with a prescription came over, handed the prescription to Kong Lingshan, and said, "Doctor, grab the medicine."
Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to take the prescription, glanced quickly, and said, "Mom, you can rest for a while, I'll catch it."
Seeing her son grasping the medicine skillfully, Kong Lingshan sat on the chair next to her with happiness.
Pharmacies generally have to wait until after nine o'clock in the evening to close. But today, with their son at home, Zhang Songjie and his wife did not think about continuing to live in the pharmacy. They closed early, and then took their son's off-road vehicle and went home happily.
At dinner, Zhang Songjie found that his eldest son Zhang Ke and his daughter-in-law Wang Hui had also returned. He couldn’t help being a little bit happy. As usual, it’s hard for the eldest son to go home once. Today, he is back for lunch and dinner. Zhang Songjie, who has a strong sense of family, is very pleased.
Zhang Feng knew that his eldest brother and sister-in-law came back because of what he said, but deliberately pretended not to know anything. Just after eating, he put down his bowl and said, "Dad, mom, I'll go to Huzi's house. "
Zhang Songjie pondered for a while before saying: "Well, just by the way, help Huzi's fucking pulse, come back early in the evening."
Zhang Feng agreed and went out without looking back. He made an appointment with Luo Hu at noon and had a drink together at night.
When Zhang Feng left and Wang Hui helped Kong Lingshan go to the kitchen to wash the dishes, Zhang Ke hesitated and said: "Dad, I want to discuss something with you."
Zhang Songjie gave a "Oh" and said, "What's the matter, let's talk about it." After a pause, Zhang Ke didn't speak, but his expression was a little bit coy, and he couldn't help frowning and saying, "It won't be again. The store's turnover is not working well, right?"