"The boss of the Zhou family in the east wing of the front yard."

"Zhou Wenzhong? What's wrong with this kid? Was he beaten by his father again?"

"No, he came to get the medicine pot. The sun will definitely shine tomorrow. Mom, he will come here at 8 o'clock in the morning and carry you to our yard. He will carry you back to the house at 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

He also said that he would come whenever the weather is nice in the future."

"Why are you bothering me with this? You are just messing around."

"What Zhou Wenzhong said makes sense. You deserve to be educated. You really should get more sunshine and chat with the people in the courtyard. I can also take out your mattress and pat it."

"Sigh... This kid is a nice guy. Unlike the bullshit boss in the courtyard, no one has ever worried about our family. He's not as good as Zhou Wenzhong. This kid is always beaten by his father. Wait for the boss to leave on Sunday.

After returning from the factory, ask him to buy something to send to Zhou Wenzhong. Our family cannot owe others any favors."

"I understand, Mom, do you still want to relieve yourself?"

"No, I don't know what kind of medicine those doctors prescribed for me? I can't stop farting. You should rest early."

"Hey. If you want to relieve yourself in the middle of the night, don't hold it in and call me."

"knew."

……………………

Zhou Wenzhong opened the door to his house and took a look, oh! Everyone was there. There was a pile of black shredded pickles on the dining table, as well as a few empty bowls that had not been put away. The little girl Zhou Wenxiu hadn’t eaten yet.

It’s over.

"You still know you're back? Do you know what time it is?"

Zhou Wenzhong looked at the clock and replied: "7:26."

Zhou Deming scolded: "I'm asking you why you came back so late?"

"I went to see a doctor and buy medicine."

All members of the Zhou family took a look at the medicine pot and medicine bag.

"Take out the medicine pot! Don't you know it's unlucky?"

"oh."

Zhou Wenzhong placed the medicine pot at the door of the hall and turned back.

"Where do you get the money for medical treatment?"

"I borrowed it."

"Who asked you to borrow money? From whom? How much did you borrow?"

"I borrowed 50 cents from Madman Bai and spent 40 cents on medicine. If I don't borrow money from others, how can I see a doctor? Can I afford to wait, can the disease afford to wait?"

Zhou Wenxin was lying on the table doing homework by the light in the hall. At this time, he stopped writing and turned around and said, "You can pay back the money you borrowed yourself. Don't expect your parents to help you."

After hearing this, Zhou Wenzhong looked at his mother.

Ma Guihong said: "The second brother is right, you have already gone to work, you should pay it back by yourself."

"OK."

It was only then that Zhou Deming remembered the key issue.

"How much work did you do this afternoon?"

"25 bags of stick noodles, earned 25 cents."

"Hmph, I earn 25 cents and spend 5 cents. If I let you keep doing this, haha."

Zhou Wenzhong turned his attention to his predecessor's father again.

"Twenty-five cents an afternoon, that's 50 cents a day, 15 yuan a month, not bad! I'm almost an apprentice. When you get your salary every month, I'll collect it for you. Give the money to your mother

, let her keep it for you and give it to you as a wedding envoy in the future."

Zhou Wenxin, the second eldest brother, put down his pen again at this time and said, "Dad, the eldest brother still needs to grow taller. He will definitely earn more in the future."

"Well, that's the truth."

Zhou Wenzhong asked: "Can I eat now?"

"It's gone, where is your food? Your mother and I thought you weren't eating at home. The food is not rich, so you can skip one meal. Who told you to stay home so late?"

"Really gone?"

"After doing so much, we don't know if you will come back or not? We don't know if you went to someone else's house to eat? What do you think we should do? Don't blame us for this. It's your own fault."

After Zhou Wenzhong heard this, he walked to the dining table and took a look. Indeed, there was nothing to eat! He walked to the chest of drawers and opened the small wooden door. Again, there was nothing.

"I said no, it means no! It's like I lied to you. Hurry up and boil your medicine."

Zhou Wenzhong shrugged, spread his hands and said: "That's it! If I don't eat, I will definitely not be able to lift the sacks tomorrow. I estimate that I can carry at most 10 bags of stick noodles tomorrow and earn 1 cent, so I will stop eating.

Already.

You want the horse to run, but you also want the horse to stop eating grass, which is completely inconsistent with the law of conservation of energy."

Zhou Deming didn't understand this law at all, so he looked at Zhou Wenxin.

Zhou Wenxin didn't understand either, so he pretended not to see his father's eyes, lowered his head and hurriedly did his homework.

"Ahem... Then let's eat it tomorrow morning."

"oh."

Zhou Wenzhong turned around and went out, taking the medicine pot to the open space on the south side of his house. There was an outdoor stove at home. By this time, the fire in the stove had gone out. He squatted on the ground and pulled out a few firewood sticks from the inside, and then pulled out a few firewood sticks from the water tank.

I scooped out water and brushed the medicine pot, and finally filled it with water and stored it in the space.

Walking to the door of Yan Bugui's house, he pulled out 6 bricks from the flower stand. Finally, he ran out of the door and came under a street lamp. He put the bricks on the pot, stacked the thin wooden sticks, and took out the matches.

Ignite. Unwrap the medicine package and pour all the medicine into the pot.

"Do you need to wash these Chinese medicines? Do you need to soak them? I forgot to ask the doctor. Ouch! Who cares?"

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he took out a cigarette and lit it with firewood.

"Hiss...hoo..."

I don't even care about what kind of disease I have, all I can think about is money. Do you get a salary? Just get it, you can get up to 3 yuan a month, and if you get 1 penny more, I lose.

One month's accommodation fee, plus one or two steamed buns per day, is about the same price. The extra food stamps and non-staple food stamps from your monthly quota will be given to you.

No! There are still two taels of soybean oil coupons! No, maybe just one tael of soybean oil coupons...

Looking at the dancing firelight, Zhou Wenzhong thought of Qin Huairu's rural household registration, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

"That's right! Hukou! Hukou! Hukou follows! The three major laws of this era are composition, work, and household registration. Why am I planning Zhou Deming's separation of the family? I'm just planning on myself! The timing is right! Where is the right place and the right people?

"

"Hahaha……"

After thinking about this, Zhou Wenzhong felt comfortable all over.

"Gududududu..."

The medicine pot has been boiled. Zhou Wenzhong estimated the time like this. Even the smell of the medicine was no longer unpleasant. He took the medicine pot off the fire and simmered it for a while. When the Chinese medicine became warm, he sipped the medicine pot with his mouth.

.

"Tons, tons, tons..."

You cannot taste Chinese medicine, you can only drink it in one gulp.

"belch…………"

Frown your brows and tighten your mouth. Don't think about the traditional Chinese medicine. You are afraid that you will spit out the traditional Chinese medicine you drank.

Pour the dregs of medicine into the fire and rub the blackened parts of the bricks on the ground, so that Yan Bugui can spot the clues.

Finally, he put away the straw paper wrapped with medicines, stood up, and returned to the courtyard.

The medicine pot was placed on the window sill, the bricks were put back in place, the lights in the main room were turned off, and I walked back to the bedroom. I lay on the bed without taking off my clothes, just squinting my eyes and waiting for the medicine to take effect.

At 11 o'clock in the night, Zhou Wenzhong opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a thunderous sound in his abdomen, which had been gurgling for a long time.

"It's probably not a fart this time! Don't bet! Just this pair of cotton pants."

I ran out of the house with my feet up and went to the toilet outside the compound, pacing at the door and thinking.

That night, Zhou Wenzhong ran to the toilet eight times. He was almost exhausted. He struck the ninth match and pointed at the pit to light up. He held a small stick in his hand and pulled it.

"It's the 9th roundworm. There are only about 10 in total. Maybe they are all gone. I still need to drink the medicine. Just drink 2 more packets. The medicine is too strong. If I drink it for 6 days, I will probably be cremated.

Reported on the scene. I will keep the rest of the medicine and drink it when I get constipated one day."

With trembling legs, Zhou Wenzhong returned to the bedroom and lay down.

"It won't work, it won't work. Quack doctor! This is not an excessive dosage! This is simply an attempted murder!"

He kept chanting: Quack doctor! Quack doctor!

His body was exhausted and he didn't even dare to drink water. Zhou Wenzhong took out the ginseng and tiger bone wine from the space, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.
Chapter completed!