The old saying goes, "I am so anxious that I seek medical treatment, and I will burn incense whenever I go to the temple."

Zheng Yunhong is in this state now. When her husband is sick, she dragged down the whole family - her son with excellent academic performance had to drop out of school and go home after just entering the third year of high school. As a wife, she originally thought that the children had grown up a little and no longer had to worry about the children. The couple could work together to save money to achieve a well-off life. As a result, the debt had not been paid off, but now it is worse...

How many people can experience the pain and helplessness of the saying "There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time" without personal experience?

Sometimes Zheng Yunhong couldn't help thinking that it would be a good thing if her husband died in an accident underground in a coal mine - he wouldn't have to suffer like this, and his family wouldn't have to be so crazy and burdened.

But after all, he has been a couple for many years. He is a living person and a father of two children!

So even if there is a glimmer of hope, when Zheng Yunhong saw it, he would immediately pounce on him and hold him tightly and refuse to let go.

Even if the final result is disappointed, at least I will do my best!

As for the old immortal Han in Liujiaying Village in the east of the city, Zheng Yunhong initially invited him with a dead horse as a living horse. When she heard that the old immortal had passed away, she was only a little disappointed. However, she heard from the villagers who were either enthusiastic and kind, or talkative and gossipy that the old immortal Han wrote talismans and recited mantras, and started the altar with a very effective way, Zheng Yunhong's disappointment increased dramatically. This is also human nature, and what she could not get was often the best. Under the torture of the almost desperate mentality, she subconsciously believed that if the old immortal Han did not die, she would definitely cure her husband's illness.

After listening to Zheng Yunhong's nagging story, he knew the old Hantou Wen Shuo better than anyone else, and was too amused but couldn't explain anything.

When did the villagers say so magical?

Back then, did the villagers of Liujiaying ever praise him so much and respect the old Hantou?!

Wen Shuo is very clear about why the old Hantou who is so popular now is that in addition to the reasons why people are accustomed to yearning and exaggerating, there is also the abnormal behavior of the village chief Liu Maohe after the death of Lao Hantou, as well as Wen Shuo involved, became the top scorer in the college entrance examination and was admitted to the Beijing University...

Therefore, people feel that Lao Han is a legend and a true god!

Besides, the old Han head is dead, so bragging is okay. Who can resurrect the old Han head and confront it in front of you?

Wen Shuo thought, this is probably the so-called follow-up to everyone, and it is also the origin of many ancient myths and legends?

While Zheng Yunhong was busy cooking lunch, Wen Shuo, Zheng Wenjiang, Hou Jinqiang, Li Yanbiao, and Zhan Chuanhai went to the construction yard in front to take a look, stood in the shadow under the wall and lit a cigarette, chatting.

"Brothers, let me tell you a secret." Wen Shuo said seriously: "Then, Chuanhai is here, and I don't hide it from you... In fact, it may not be possible to invite an expert to come and do the work. It's just that the aunt is under great pressure, so I can comfort her. Regardless of whether it can be done in the end, everyone must remember to keep it confidential. After all, if you can't make much money in doing this kind of work, you can't make a good reputation. They are experts and professors, and they care about this very much."

"It must be!" Zhan Chuanhai nodded quickly and said, but he was a little disappointed in his expression - if his father's illness could not be cured, would his mother be even more sad, right?

Zheng Wenjiang asked, "Since he is a professor, why are you still playing with these things?"

"I was puzzled at the beginning," Wen Shuo said seriously: "However, after someone told me some truth, I was really convinced! The things like emotions that we think are superstitious still have some scientific basis."

"Scientific basis?"

All of them showed a look of surprise.

Wen Shuo curled his lips and raised his face slightly, showing a little proud look that you know more than you, which caused Zheng Wenjiang to raise his hand and poke his stomach. Then he said with a smile: "It's true. There are many types of mentally ill patients. Some mentally ill patients are simply afraid and fear. If they can help them relieve their inner fear, it will be better naturally. However, it is simple to say, it is difficult to do it... Alas, have you heard of hypnosis?"

"Yeah, that kind of thing that makes people obedient, right?"

"I've seen a movie, and it seems that there are... mysterious mysterious techniques!"

Wen Shuo smiled and said, "It's not mysterious at all. It's just that it has some scientific principles. I don't understand it very well, so I can't explain it clearly to you. Anyway, it's an academic that can do bad things or good things. It is often used to treat mental illnesses."

"What is mental illness?"

"Tsk, those who have been to college are different. I know so much!"

“Tell me quickly…”

Wen Shuo said it roughly with a smile, and then talked about other gossips. In short, try to lead this kind of thing to the scientific path, and throw away metaphysics and superstitions as much as possible in gossip, which is just a small auxiliary function.

It was still early, Zheng Wenjiang asked Li Yanbiao and Hou Jinqiang to go back to the scrap purchase station first, and Liu Ji was there alone. If there was anything, he was afraid that he would be too busy. He also brought Liu Ji over at noon and had dinner at Zhan Chuanhai's house.

The diesel tricycle was moving away happily.

While walking towards Zhan Chuanhai's house, Zheng Wenjiang said with some emotion: "I'm talking about it. This year, I've worked hard to make money and have a good time with my brothers. I've tried to make myself the best. In fact, I've always thought about catching up with you in my heart." Speaking of this, he smiled and glanced at Wen Shuo, who looked honest and honest, and then shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "It seems that I can never catch up! You can learn more knowledge and open your horizons when you go to college, let alone you do a bigger business in the best university, and you have started a bigger deal in Beijing. Compared with you, I've built a house, bought a mobile phone, and won generously for others in the village... They are all pediatrics, frogs in the well!"

Wen Shuo was not humble, and thought for a while and said, "Everyone has their own happiness, everyone has their own difficulties... On the night I came back, my brothers and I were drinking happily at the acquisition station, and I also watched my brothers sleep in the same room. There were people on the ground and on the bed, and I was free and free... I also envy you for days like this."

"Just be stupid and happy." Zheng Wenjiang smiled and said, "If I could do it again, I wouldn't follow you to collect scraps and pick up rags in school, nor would I fight with you to cause trouble, but instead study hard and go to college."

Wen Shuo was stunned for a moment, looked admirable, and nodded, "Just because you can have this idea, you are better than me."

"Comfort me?" Zheng Wenjiang smiled and said, "I can't use it."

"It's true." Wen Shuo shook his head and said, "If I didn't go to college, I wouldn't start reflecting earlier than you, or have a urge to regret."

The text was silent for a while and said, "This year, I feel like I am growing very fast."

"Come on!" Wen Shuo patted Zheng Wenjiang on the shoulder and said, "There are many ways to succeed. You, at least you are now considered a successful person in the minds of many people! In my mind, you are also the most successful brother!"

Zheng Wenjiang looked up slightly proudly: "No matter how bad my buddy is, I can't lose you."

Wen Shuo was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

The leisurely and relaxing time is always easy.

It was soon lunch time.

Zheng Yunhong rarely cooked a few hearty dishes, and at the same time made the Roujiamo and pancakes she usually sold...

It was not just to thank Wen Shuo for agreeing to help invite a master from the capital to cure Chuanhai's father. After all, no one can tell whether it can be cured. The main reason is that Zheng Yunhong is grateful to Zheng Wenjiang, Liu Ji, Hou Jinqiang and Li Yanbiao, who really helped the family. Without their partial care, Zhan Chuanhai would not have been the most profitable among all the people who went out to purchase and pick up waste on tricycles.

"Well, this one is delicious, it's really good!" Wen Shuo had a lot of appetite, ate two roujiamo and another pancake fruit.

Praise while eating.

It was not out of polite praise, but facts, and several other people also said that the taste was quite good.

The same ingredients and different chefs taste different.

The roujiamo and pancake fruits made by Zheng Yunhong taste much better than those I have eaten before.

In response, Zheng Yunhong smiled and explained that the taste of Roujiamo is good, mainly a secret recipe for stewing meat, while the pancake fruit is delicious, it is a sauce made by himself, and it is also a secret recipe. These secret recipes were developed by Zhan Dong, who had learned from the chef before.

Before she got sick, Zhan Dong and his wife set up a stall to sell roujiamo, pancakes, and buns at the bus station.

Zheng Yunhong said that the stuffing made by Zhan Dong is even more amazing.

However, these days, the overall economic conditions of the county town are not high enough, so the income from doing such a small business is not very good. Under the pressure of debt and family life, Zhan Dong gritted his teeth and followed others to work in the coal mine.

As a result, Zheng Yunhong had no time and energy to make buns after he was sick.

Wen Shuo felt aroused in his heart, and he asked casually as if he was chatting: "Aunt, how much money can you earn when you and my uncle sell these every day?"

"I can't make much." Zheng Yunhong smiled bitterly and said, "The couple worked hard and could earn up to 60 or 70 yuan a day, and they didn't get a stall every day. They could catch up with the busy farming season, or the weather was bad, and they had something to do at home... Anyway, at that time, it was only eight, nine hundred or one thousand yuan a month. Now the transaction has been better, but I can earn five or six hundred yuan a month. Oh, if his father's illness could be cured..."

As he was talking, Zheng Yunhong couldn't help crying.
Chapter completed!