Chapter 84 Come to the door
"what!"

Wang Deming woke up from a nightmare in which he dreamed of getting a haircut, going shopping, and giving a report.
"call"

When I touched my forehead, it was soaked with cold sweat; when I felt a little more, I found the front and back of my underwear were soaked.

It's really terrible.
"Deming? What's wrong with you?" Yan Baozhen's concerned voice came from the inner room immediately. It was obvious that she was woken up by Wang Deming's scream in his sleep.

“Nothing.” Wang Deming pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile, and found an excuse to fool around: “I just suddenly don’t know why, but I dreamed that I fainted from hunger at the door of my mother’s house in the winter of 49.”

After a while, the sound of someone getting dressed came from the inner room. After a while, Yan Baozhen put on a cotton-padded jacket and groped her way out, reaching out to pull the light cord.

The incandescent lamp on the roof emitted a soft yellow light. Yan Baozhen squinted her eyes at first, and after adjusting to the light, she walked to Wang Deming's bedside table and looked at his forehead.

"Oh, Deming, you are sweating a lot!"

"Is your underwear wet too?"

"I'll get you a set of clean underwear to change into right away, so you don't have to leave it out in the sun and catch a cold." Yan Baozhen turned around and was about to look for clothes in the cabinet opposite.

"Sister, I can do it myself." Wang Deming quickly stopped her, "Two cabinets stacked together are too high, please don't stretch yourself."

Yan Baozhen thought about it, then glanced sideways at the cabinet, which was indeed a bit high, and said, "Okay, then I'll go turn on the stove first to make your room warmer, and then you can get up."

"Ah."

Yan Baozhen changed her cotton-padded jacket into a dress, picked up the cleaning rod beside the stove, opened the stove cover, and poked hard into the stove.

The fire was sealed with a mixture of yellow mud, coal ash and water last night, and more holes were made to allow air to circulate above and below and to increase the flame.

Then he sat back down beside Wang Deming's bed and said in a gentle voice, "Deming, you don't have to be too stressed."

"Although we don't live in a separate yard now, it's enough for now; the house is a little small, but it's cozy for our family to live in."

"Besides, Miss Shouchun is attracted to you as a person, not the house. She has lived in a wealthy family since she was a child. She has seen all kinds of houses."

"I asked you this in a low voice last night when I sent Renchun and Yichun back."

"When you get your medical license and become a formal doctor, I will go to their home to have a good chat. Your brother-in-law's family are all bannermen, and I know their thoughts very well."

"Well, sister, don't worry, it's not because of this." Wang Deming looked at his sister Yan Baozhen's worried face, and a trace of warmth rose in his heart. He frowned slightly and responded thoughtfully: "Or part of it..."

"Well, I am absolutely capable of providing us all with a prosperous life."

“But, I may have thought about it more.”

"So, I have to find a better way so that we can all live a low-key and stable life without attracting attention and causing trouble."

Wang Deming thought about it and finally decided not to tell Yan Baozhen what Director Zhang Dayong had said last night, advising him to break away from the feudal class.

Talking about it will only add to your troubles and will not solve the fundamental problem.

In fact, the solution is very simple: just give up Miss Zhang Shouchun, live an honest life with Qin Huairu, and follow the crowd in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities, and don't be so picky.

Every day, they either ate cornmeal pancakes or steamed buns made of two-grain flour, and the side dishes were either pickled cabbage or boiled Chinese cabbage, without any meat or fish.
But is this the kind of life I want?

The goddess's admiration, something I never dared to think about in my previous life, is now falling upon me so blatantly!
Should we give up just because something has not happened in the future yet?
I already know what will happen in the future, and it’s still so far away, so I have plenty of time to plan!

What are you afraid of?

As a family, I always say: If there is no difficulty, we will create difficulties and go ahead! There will always be a way!
The Chairman always said: There are always more solutions than problems!
"Tap tap" "Oh, you got up early today!" The sound of footsteps and neighbors greeting each other gradually came from the yard.

As for why we don’t say “Have you eaten?” when greeting someone, it’s because.
"Ah, it's daybreak!" Yan Baozhen turned around and saw that the white Dongchang paper pasted on the edge of the window was already slightly translucent.

Yan Baozhen stood up and fastened the cloth buttons on the slanting lapel of her cotton jacket, saying, "As the saying goes: Don't show off your wealth, and your virtue will be clear. This is right!"

"But, I have to remind you."

"You like to hide things too much. It seems that you are always cautious in everything you do. You don't have the youthful vigor at all."

"Deming, you are a young man! Young people should be adventurous. Don't make yourself like an old man, thinking too much."

"Okay, I'm going to empty the toilet, you should get up and change your clothes first."

While Yan Baozhen went out to empty the toilet, Wang Deming jumped up, jumped to the cabinet opposite in three or two steps, opened the top cabinet with one hand, took out a set of underwear, and went back to bed to change into it.

I put on a cotton jacket and a Mao suit, looked in the mirror, and found myself a really energetic young man!
Wang Deming pulled the corner of his mouth. Is he so consistent in his words and deeds?

Not only the godmother, but also the old man Chang and my sister, all discovered their own character weaknesses through long-term contact.

Or is it that knowing a little bit of history brings constraints upon oneself?
After all, in my previous life, I was just a medical master who had not yet graduated, a resident in a hospital, and I had very little experience except for going to school.
Only with experience can you gain knowledge. Don’t underestimate people of this era!
There are smart people in every era.
Why are there so many old-timers around me?

While drinking tofu pudding, Wang Deming took a bite of fried dough sticks. Suddenly, he paused, looked up at the roof, turned to Yan Baozhen and said, "Sister, we can't just leave the roof as it is. We have to install a suspended ceiling. Otherwise, when we sleep at night, the cold wind will blow down from above and it will be very cold."

"Besides, there's always some dust in the rice bowl, which is really annoying."

Yan Baozhen tore the dough sticks into small pieces and put them into Yichun's bowl, while helping Renchun wipe the corners of his mouth. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll go to the second-hand goods station to buy some old newspapers, and we'll make them together tonight."

"No, sister. I'll go to Guangfaxiang Wood Furniture Store later and ask Boss Wu to buy some more wood. We'll use the planks to hang the roof."

"." She looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Deming, why do you have to buy such precious wood?"

"We're not going to build furniture, but just lay it on the floor, just to keep Renchun and Yichun's feet warm when they play on the floor? What a waste!"

"Now you're planning on buying a suspended ceiling?"

"Sister, wooden boards are better at insulating and blocking wind! Besides, when summer comes, Renchun and Yichun can sleep on them."

"Okay. Do whatever you want."

"Renchun, Yichun, eat quickly, Lao Li will be here to pick you two up for school soon."

"Okay, Mom."

What's going on? Aren't you afraid of the cold in the middle of winter? When it's dark, you're still pointing at your own house from under the eaves?

Wang Deming stood at the hanging flower gate and looked around coldly, then shouted to the west wing: "Master Yan, is the smoke coming out of your stove? Why is the door open?"

"It's just a little bit of heat, isn't it all gone?"

"Bang!" The door of the west wing was closed in an instant.

Wang Deming snorted coldly, hurried home, and pushed the door open:

"Wang Deming, when will you pick me up?"

(End of this chapter)