Mai Xiaoji pulled him back, "Uncle, when my second grandmother was alive, she also made a new set of clothes, just give it, don't be angry." ”

"Well, Gangzhu is such a good person, people are confused, and they can still call your name. Jiang Chuanzong also gave up, but still complained: "Zhixiang eats twice as much as Widow Li here, and I didn't care about anything, so I accepted the money!"

It's good to see clearly, Jiang Chuanzong is not stupid, Mai Xiaoji has nothing to advise, and he has to go to business with Kong Qun after saying goodbye.

In order to make room for gifts before coming, the trunk was packed very clean, Mai Xiaoji still found a piece of cloth to wrap it, put it in the trunk very carefully, and the two drove straight to the target customer.

This is a newly renovated house, the gate is new, the yard is all cement floor, it should be a clean and spacious courtyard, but at this time it looks very messy, a bed of drying quilt fell on the ground, and it was not found.

This place is so familiar, but Mai Xiaoji can't remember who the owner is for a while.

Before entering the house, he heard a violent cough, and the door of the house was also open, and after the two of them entered, Mai Xiaoji remembered that this was the home of his primary school Chinese teacher, Chen Yongjun. Mai Xiaoji's poor liberal arts has been evident since he was a child, and the primary school Chinese is counted backwards in the class, so the Chinese teacher is a group he deliberately avoids, and of course he rarely visits here.

The coughing sound in the inner room was getting louder and louder, Kong Qun was still knocking politely on the door, and Mai Xiaoji had already walked in, and his heart couldn't help but feel sour. Chen Yongjun can be described as skinny, and his lover is beating him on the back while crying.

"Teacher Chen?" shouted Mai Xiaoji, and Kong Qun followed in.

Chen Yongjun turned his head while coughing, Mai Xiaoji was the most famous person in the village, he recognized it at a glance, smiled and beckoned, but there was another cough. Mai Xiaoji hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to rub his chest but was pushed away.

After five minutes, Chen Yongjun vomited a few times, spit out blood-streaked phlegm, and drank some water, so that his breathing smoothed out, but his face was sallow and sweaty.

"Xiao Ji, why are you back?" asked Chen Yongjun weakly.

"Teacher Chen, why are you so sick?" asked Mai Xiaoji with concern.

"I had a bad cold a few years ago, and I didn't take it seriously, but then it became more serious, and I didn't know how much Chinese medicine I had, but it didn't get better. Chen Yongjun said.

"It's the village doctor from the neighboring village, right? Teacher Chen, you have to go to the hospital for treatment, this is obviously inflammation, just infusion for a few days to eliminate inflammation. ”

Mai Xiaoji knew that the country doctor, who had a fat head and big ears, and the medicine he prescribed was not expensive, a few yuan a pair, and he usually drank three pairs. People in the village do not have the habit of going to the hospital when they are sick, they always feel that the hospital is expensive, and they like to go to him.

When Mai Xiaoji was a child, he didn't have money to see a doctor, he had a cold and diarrhea, and once he had a high fever, vomiting and diarrhea, which was very serious, or Jiang Chuanzong took him there to see a doctor. In a daze, Mai Xiaoji saw that the village doctor was shaking a fan and picking his feet to take advantage of the cold, and then he grabbed the medicine with that hand, Mai Xiaoji didn't do it, he was afraid of being poisoned, and he wanted to go home.

As a last resort, Jiang Chuanzong took him to the town to get a small injection to reduce the fever. Later, he gradually understood that the cold was a cycle, and that taking medicine was to relieve the symptoms, and that it usually healed itself, and he did not trust the unqualified village doctor even more.

As soon as he said that he would go to the hospital, Chen Yongjun's lover turned his head to wipe his tears, and Chen Yongjun also sighed and said: "No, the child lives in high school, and the expenses are about the same as those in college, and the family has built a house again, and it costs more than 10,000 yuan to drink Chinese medicine." ”

Chen Yongjun didn't go on, the hospital is expensive, this is a preconceived concept for many people, and they still want to stay up.

"Teacher Chen, I heard that you have a script of "Journey to the West" in the Ming Dynasty at home?" asked Mai Xiaoji.

Chen Yongjun's face twitched, and he began to cough again, nodding and shaking his hand, not knowing what he wanted to express. His lover stood up and said while beating his back: "Old Chen, or let Xiao Ji and them take a look." ”

"Forgot to put it, forgot where to put it. Chen Yongjun's eyes dodged, and he looked a little weak.

Seeing this scene, Mai Xiaoji and Kong Qun both guessed in their hearts that the collection might be fake, at least Chen Yong was not very confident, especially when students came to buy it.

"Isn't it in a drawer? Chen Yongjun's lover still wants to sell, the family has no savings, and the newly renovated house is about to be sold before it is hot.

Chen Yongjun finally nodded, coughing badly, but he couldn't say a word.

Here, Kong Qun had already put on his gloves, and the chair was newly painted, as if it hadn't dried yet, and he didn't sit down, just standing and bending down to watch carefully. Mai Xiaoji leaned over and looked at Kong Qun, he shook his head slightly.

"What, is it worth it?" asked Chen Yongjun's lover expectantly.

"Sister-in-law, I may have a limited level of identification......"

Kong Qun said vaguely, Chen Yongjun sighed, and the coughing stopped at this time, "I don't think it's true, I don't have a computer at home, how can I make up for this." It was the parents of the students who came to visit their home, accidentally found it and posted it on the Internet. ”

"Mr. Chen, this book is obviously old, probably from the sixties, and has no value. Kong Qun said bluntly.

Chen Yongjun nodded, and didn't say anything else, but his lover burst into tears, and Chen Yongjun was dissatisfied: "I'm not dead yet, what are you crying about!"

"I knew that I was so cruel that I didn't even have the courage to go to my relatives' house to borrow money. Chen Yongjun's lover complained.

"It's not a serious illness, and I still have a house, what money to borrow!"

Chen Yongjun has arrogance on his body, guarding the guests, and his lover is not bad at quarreling, so he wiped his tears and went out. Chen Yongjun is a rigid and serious person, he never takes special pity on anyone because of his poor background, and he will not take special care of anyone because he has a background.

Approaching the graduation of primary school, Mai Xiaoji's family had a series of accidents, he didn't want to go to school anymore, Chen Yongjun often left him after school, encouraging him to keep learning, knowledge changes his fate.

These Mai Xiaoji all remember that although the Chinese grades were not competitive, there was another point, the teachers in the village were not strong enough, and one teacher usually led multiple classes of multiple ages. The most impressive time, Jiang Wenqian slept in the drawer under the desk in class, and when she woke up, her head was stuck. Chen Yongjun was so angry that he asked Lian to carry the table to the playground and let her "sleep" there for an afternoon until the parents came and dismantled the table and brought her back.

Hehe, when has Jiang Wenqian suffered a loss, but she is a coward in front of the teacher, so the group she hates the most is the teacher.

"Teacher Chen, where is the phone?" Mai Xiaoji asked suddenly.

"Here. ”

Chen Yongjun was stunned, not knowing what Mai Xiaoji was going to do, or handed it over. What age is it, there is no traffic, Mai Xiaoji transferred 20,000 yuan after a while.