Zheng Zhendong stayed in the hospital until about half past four in the afternoon, and then left the hospital and went home.

handed over the Chinese medicine he grabbed to Silly Zhu, asked him to decoction He Daqing to take it, and went home in Silly Zhu's thousand thanks.

Zheng Zhendong returned home, when Zheng's mother hadn't gotten off work yet, and seeing that her little sister was not at home, she began to prepare dinner.

I first boiled the stick noodle porridge, and then slipped the nest head on, and began to clean up the rabbit meat a few days ago.

When the porridge was ready, he began to stew the rabbit, and just put the meat in the pot, Zheng's mother came back from work.

Seeing that Zheng Zhendong was cooking, Zheng's mother took off her coat and hung it on the wall, and asked.

"Third child, how about going to your fourth grandfather's house today, nothing happened, right?"

Zheng Zhendong replied while looking at the pot.

"It's okay, Mom, today the fourth grandfather took me to the hospital to see the patient, saying that I have a good foundation and can get started with the patient!"

When Zheng's mother heard Zheng Zhendong say this, she was very happy and encouraged.

"Good son, you are really a good son of your mother, you must learn from your fourth grandfather, this is the ability to live and make a living!"

Hearing what Zheng's mother said, Zheng Zhendong nodded again and again, indicating that he knew.

After a while, the rabbit meat in the pot was stewed, Zheng Zhendong just came out, and the little sister also came back, and the family of three began to eat.

……

At this time, there was an undercurrent in the courtyard, and Yi Zhonghai sat at home for a while after work, and went to He's house first.

After entering the He family, he first cared about He Daqing's physical condition, and then asked.

"Lao He, what was the reason between you and Zhuzi yesterday, why did you quarrel?"

He Daqing, who was lying on the bed, was a little difficult to speak, and said squeakly.

"Lao Yi, this... Hey, I'm a little speechless, forget it, don't ask, let's talk about something else! ”

Seeing that He Daqing didn't want to say it, Yi Zhonghai became even more curious, thinking that since you don't say it, I will talk to the stupid pillar later, and I have to understand this matter.

After chatting with He Daqing for a few more words, Yi Zhonghai went out to talk to the stupid pillar who was decocting medicine.

Yi Zhonghai first talked about it for a while, and then asked as soon as he turned the conversation.

"Zhuzi, what did you quarrel with your father about yesterday? The neighbors in this courtyard are very concerned about you, so ask me to ask! ”

Silly Zhu was also defenseless, and he was more convinced of Yi Zhonghai, so he poured beans into a bamboo tube and told what happened yesterday.

After listening to Silly Zhu, Yi Zhonghai felt that this was an opportunity, so he enlightened Silly Zhu a few words and hurriedly walked to the backyard.

When I arrived at Lin's house in the backyard, I told Mrs. Lin what I had heard.

I saw Mrs. Lin sitting on the chair, she was silent for a while, a cunning light flashed in her eyes, and then she spoke.

"Zhonghai, this is an opportunity, you have to find a way to make He Daqing unable to stay in the courtyard, so that you have a chance to adjust the stupid pillar!"

Hearing what Mrs. Lin said, Yi Zhonghai really felt that this was an opportunity, but he just felt that he had no way to start, so he asked for advice.

"Old lady, what should I do to make He Daqing unable to stay, I don't know what to do for a while?"

Hearing Yi Zhonghai ask like this, Mrs. Lin Zhizhu said in her hand.

"Zhonghai, you go tomorrow to inquire about the specific situation of the White Widow, and see where He Daqing has gone with her.

Then knock on the side and ask them if they really succeeded, did they go to Baoding, or came to the courtyard?

If they go to Baoding, we won't care about him, if you want to come to the courtyard, you come back and tell me, I have my own plans at that time! ”

……

The two muttered for a long time before Yi Zhonghai came out of the Lin family and went home for dinner.

At the end of the year, the son of Uncle Chen and his wife in the front yard finally came to pick them up to spend their old age.

Zheng Zhendong rode a bicycle, carried Uncle Chen's luggage, and sent him to the train station.

Looking at the family of three and getting on the train, Zheng Zhendong returned to the courtyard.

I opened the door of Uncle Chen's room with the key and went inside to take a closer look.

The house is not big, only more than 20 square meters, and is divided into two rooms, the inside is the bedroom, and the outside is the living room.

In the bedroom, there is a large earthen kang that can sleep four or five people, and there are two camphor wood boxes in the corner.

However, there was nothing in the box, and it was estimated that it was taken away by Uncle Chen and his family.

Looking at these two boxes, Zheng Zhendong felt that at least he could hold something at home.

Facing the door in the outer living room is a table of eight immortals, next to which are two Taishi chairs, and a painting of the middle hall hangs on the wall behind it.

At first, Zheng Zhendong didn't care about this painting, but just thought it was an ordinary middle hall painting.

However, after carefully examining it for a while, Zheng Zhendong found that this painting has a far-reaching artistic conception and is full of ancient meaning, as if it is a masterpiece.

Zheng Zhendong carefully took down the painting, then rolled it up, ready to go out when he was free and find someone to take a look.

Although Zheng Zhendong does not know much about antique calligraphy and painting, it is not the same in modern times in terms of ink, coloring, and the degree of time erosion of paper.

Zheng Zhendong took the rolled painting, walked out of Chen's door, locked the door, and then went to his house.

After returning home and sitting for a while, Zheng Zhendong thought that he had nothing to do, so it was better to go and appraise the painting.

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhendong took the painting and rode a bicycle to the Liuli Factory.

After riding for more than half an hour, Zheng Zhendong arrived at Liulichang.

After getting off the bicycle and looking at the deserted Liulichang Street, Zheng Zhendong didn't know where to go for a while.

Pushing the bicycle, Zheng Zhendong walked around the street,

Passing by a shop with the word Tianhexuan written on it, Zheng Zhendong stopped his bicycle and locked it, pushed open the door and walked in.

When I walked into the store, I saw that the store was in an orderly manner, with all kinds of antique calligraphy and paintings, and all kinds of small objects such as jade and snuff bottles on the counter.

It may have been heard that the door was opened, and at this time, a middle-aged man in his 50s wearing glasses came out of the back hall.

Looking at the man in front of him, Zheng Zhendong was very surprised, and said in his heart, isn't this with adults, how can he cross this too?

Just when Zheng Zhendong was stunned, the middle-aged man introduced with a smile.

"This guest, hello, the contemptible Lan Yigui, is the shopkeeper of Hexuan this day, I don't know what you have to say when you come to the shop?"

Hearing the shopkeeper's introduction, Zheng Zhendong had already come back to his senses, took out the painting under his arm, and was about to hand it to Lan Yigui.

However, Lan Yigui did not answer, but motioned to Zheng Zhendong to put the painting on the table, and Zheng Zhendong had no choice but to do so.

After putting down the painting, Zheng Zhendong sat on the chair at Lan Yigui's signal, and asked eagerly.

"Please take a look at the shopkeeper's help, what is the origin of my painting and how much is it worth?"

Lan Yigui picked up the painting from the table, carefully unfolded it, and looked at it carefully, making a tsk sound while looking at it.