As usual, after Zihan drank half a cup, he insisted that he couldn't drink it anymore.

Grandpa Lin looked at her little face that seemed to be wrinkled into a bun in pain, and finally picked up her cup and drank the remaining half cup of malt milk essence.

Simply cleaned the cup, and Grandpa Lin led Zihan out of the house.

When the Xiba town government walks five or six hundred meters to the north, there is a large road from west to east.

This main road leads all the way east to the provincial capital.

The asphalt road is not too good, but it should be wide enough for two cars.

On the curbs on both sides of the road, carbon slag is scattered here and there.

I remember that there seemed to be a coal mine somewhere to the west, and the most common thing on this road was the trucks that transported coal from the mine to the provincial capital.

As the truck passes by, it scatters large and small carbon lumps.

The larger ones were picked up by the villagers, while the smaller slags were carried by the wind to both sides of the road.

Scattered trucks whizzed past in front of Zihan and Grandpa, bringing choking soot with them from time to time.

Grandpa sighed and stood in front of Zihan to shield her from the wind, while he coughed uncontrollably.

Zihan's brows couldn't help but furrow tightly.

Recently, Grandpa has been coughing, and when she asked, Grandpa only said that he smoked.

However, except for last night, she has not seen her grandfather smoke in recent days.

Because her grandfather hadn't taught her how to take the pulse, she didn't dare to rush to take her pulse.

But looking at Grandpa's situation, there must be a problem with the respiratory system.

The grandfather and grandson waited for nearly forty minutes, and finally waited for a bus that said 'Qingyao-Yangcheng' and could accommodate more than 30 people.

Seeing the word Yangcheng, Zihan was slightly disappointed in his heart.

In her previous life, although she had never been to Yangcheng, she knew that Yangcheng was the provincial capital of the province near Bincheng.

Yangcheng and Bincheng are more than 1,000 kilometers apart, but Yangcheng is only more than 800 kilometers away from the capital.

Therefore, in the previous life, although Yangcheng was not a first-tier city, it was also one of the few developed cities in China.

More than a thousand kilometers, sitting in her seat, Zihan couldn't help sighing, it seems that the idea in her heart to see what would happen to the one in her previous life is afraid that it will not be possible to realize it for a while.

The road wasn't too smooth, but it wasn't too bumpy, but the cars weren't fast.

It's about 30 kilometers, but the bus takes 45 minutes.

The bus stopped at the West Bus Station, located in the Xicheng District of Yangcheng.

Grandpa Lin took Zihan on another three-way bus and walked towards Nancheng District in a zigzag manner.

Yangcheng is a city with an ancient history, square, surrounded by some ancient city walls and bell and drum towers.

Xicheng District is relatively backward, and when you enter the center of Yangcheng, there are more buildings.

Passing through an ancient city gate facing south, you should enter the boundary of Nancheng District.

The economic conditions of Nancheng District are much better than those of Xicheng District.

The further south you go, you can see some scientific research units with long wooden signs hanging at the door, such as Yangcheng Academy of Agricultural Sciences, Yangcheng Institute of Veterinary Medicine, and Yangcheng Biological Products Factory, all of which flashed in front of Zihan's eyes.

In addition, Zihan actually saw two universities, namely the Sixth Military Medical University and the Sixth People's Liberation Army Information Engineering University.

In his previous life, the brain department of the Sixth Military Medical University was very famous, so when he saw the Sixth Military Medical University, Zihan's mood was inexplicably excited for a moment.