On Friday the next day, a big class, inorganic chemistry in the morning, and the basics of traditional Chinese medicine in the afternoon, Meng Tao came out of the classroom at five o'clock.

Gao Meng and the three knew that Meng Tao was going to a relative's house to help on the weekend, so they were accustomed to Meng Tao's hurried departure and didn't ask too much.

After eating something casually on the way, it was almost dark when he returned to the yard, and he imported the waste products scanned today into the storage bin, and then Meng Tao began to study how to plan the land that was going to be opened up tomorrow.

Yesterday, Meng Tao bought a lot of vegetable seeds in a seed company, such as celery seeds, leek seeds, radish seeds, carrot seeds and spinach seeds.

This time, Meng Tao carved out about 80 square meters of land from the yard, and he planned to set aside 20 square meters to grow leeks, and the remaining 60 square meters were divided among several other vegetables.

The reason why there are many kinds of leeks, Meng Tao took into account that leeks are easy to serve, and they can continue to grow after cutting a stubble, without continuous fertilization, and leeks are also relatively wide in terms of eating, such as buns, dumplings, and stir-fried vegetables.

After planning the vegetable field, Meng Tao began to rack his brains again to think about the sale of waste products, although there is nothing wrong with these waste products in the storage box, but they are only valuable if they become money, otherwise they are a pile of waste products.

In the past three days, Meng Tao has stored 130 tons of various waste products in the storage box, of which plastic particles account for about half, and 13 tons of waste paper, 30 tons of metal, and 17 tons of wood.

This is all money, it can earn interest in the bank, and if it is placed in the storage box, it can't give birth to a fart, what should I do? Meng Tao scratched his head anxiously.

Meng Tao suddenly thought of a compromise idea, on the premise that there was no better way, to know whether the other party was reliable, and could only cross the river by feeling the stones and doing business, and lessons were the best way to gain experience.

With a preliminary plan, Meng Tao screened out three manufacturers that looked more reliable, and planned to take out a 100-ton test for a month, including 50 tons of plastic particles, 50 tons of scrap steel and waste paper.

Staring at the three factories on the table that were circled by himself, Meng Tao finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind: spend money to explore the way.

Early the next morning, Meng Tao began to get busy, first weeding, and then loosening the soil with a hoe, eighty square meters does not look big, but it is not an easy task for Meng Tao, who has never done farm work, tired back pain and sweating profusely, not to mention that there are three blisters on his hands.

At noon, Meng Tao finally loosened all the land, drank water, gnawed two cucumbers picked by the wall, and began to sprinkle gold fertilizer and seeds, and finally covered the seeds with soil, and was busy until half past one in the afternoon, and the land was finally completed.

According to the ratio of one kilogram of gold fertilizer to 1,000 square meters, eighty square meters, even two taels of gold fertilizer have not been used up.

After washing his hands and face and changing out of his dirty clothes, Meng Tao lay down on the bed, as if he was falling apart, and he didn't want to move anymore.

When I was in my third year of high school, I had to read the papers for a while before going to bed, and the sequelae left behind was that no matter how sleepy Meng Tao was, he couldn't sleep without reading things before going to bed.

Struggling to get up from the bed, Meng Tao came to the pile of old books at the end of the bed, intending to find a book for hypnosis, but accidentally saw the leader's quotations with a red plastic skin placed in the corner.

When Meng Tao saw this quotation, his heart was shocked, and he suddenly remembered what Susie said about Grandpa Lin Bing last night.

Meng Tao hurriedly picked up the quotation, opened the title page and flipped out the photo.

Listening to Susie, Lin Bing's grandfather seems to be sick in bed for a lost old photo, is this one?

It was important to save people, Meng Tao didn't feel tired at this time, grabbed the phone and called Susie.

The phone was quickly connected, Susie was very noisy, and there was a bird call, "Meng Tao, what's the matter?"

"Sister Su, I want to ask you something, yesterday you said that Lin Bing's grandfather lost an old photo, what kind of photo is it?"

"It seems to be a 100-day souvenir of Lin Bing's father. ”

"What is Lin Bing's father's name?" Meng Tao's voice was a little hurried, and at this time he had already concluded that the photo in his hand was the one that Lin Bing's grandfather was looking for.

"Why are you asking this?" Susie was puzzled.

"If there is an emergency, Sister Su, tell me quickly. ”

"It's called Lin Aijun. ”

That's right, it's this, Meng Tao took a deep breath, "Sister Su, this photo that Lin Bing's family lost is here, where are you?"

"What, how did it end up in your hands?" exclaimed Susie on the phone.

"Sister Su, I'll go look for you, let's meet and talk!"

"Okay, good, great," Susie's voice also became excited: "I just heard that Old Man Lin is seriously ill again, I am buying bird food in the bird market, where are you?

"No, let's meet at the gate of the Provincial People's Hospital!" Meng Tao of Bird City knew that in the eastern suburbs, it would take more time to come over.

"Okay, see you later, Meng Tao, you've done a great job now!" Susie's voice trembled a little, it seemed that Grandpa Lin Bing's situation was very bad.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Tao took out a change of clothes from his bag, ran to the road and took a taxi straight to the Provincial People's Hospital.

At this time, in the outer hall of the high-level ward on the seventh floor of the Provincial People's Hospital, a middle-aged doctor was reporting his condition to a middle-aged man with a Chinese face, and the other two doctors were making additions from time to time, and several people did not look very good.

On the hospital bed in the middle of the room, an old man with a withered face lay motionless on the hospital bed, his empty eyes were half-open, without a trace of brilliance, and a nurse next to him was changing the infusion bag for the old man, and on the chair next to the bed, Lin Bing, whose eyes were red, was holding the old man's hand with both hands and sobbing quietly.

The old man is Lin Bing's grandfather, Lin Rongxian.

The middle-aged man in the outer hall is called Lin Aijun, Lin Bing's father, and the other three doctors are Li Dewang, vice president of the Provincial People's Hospital, Tian Yunshan, director of internal medicine, and Zhao Ming, director of brain surgery.

"Lao Li, can you think of another way?" Lin Aijun looked at Li Dewang and asked with an anxious face, it was a matter of his father's life and death, and he was a little panicked when he was never shocked in the past.

"Lao Lin," Li Dewang smiled bitterly: "The old man is sick of his heart, he takes this photo too seriously, and now all the methods that can be thought of by Chinese and Western medicine have been exhausted, you have also seen it, even Su Qingzhou Su Lao is powerless, hurry up and find that photo, this is the only way to stimulate the old man's vitality!"

"It's difficult!" Lin Aijun sighed, rubbed his temples and shook his head: "The newspapers have been posted on the Internet, and the nearby scrap collection stations have all gone, so there is no news so far, I'm afraid I can't find it." ”

"Lao Lin, is there one thing that I don't know if it's inconvenient to ask?" Li Dewang asked tentatively.

"Ask, what's inconvenient for our old classmates. Lin Aijun smiled bitterly.

"This lost photo has a special meaning to the old man?"

"Yes," Lin Aijun nodded heavily, rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, and his voice was a little hoarse: "This photo is not only for my father, but also for our whole family, because it is the only photo of my mother left in this world." ”

"Look at what I asked, Lao Lin, I'm sorry, I don't know ......"

"It's okay," Lin Aijun waved his hand tiredly, "Lao Li, let's talk about my dad, you tell me the truth, if it goes on like this, how many days can it last?"