"No, you don't have to spend that money. I brought food with me!" The uncle patted his arms, "I brought two steamed buns with me when I came here. Just look for a place to drink some hot water later."

"Uncle, are you scolding me? When you come to the city, I don't care about your food, and I even ask you to find someone to ask for hot water.

Let's go, I'll take you to eat hotpot mutton.

Keep your steamed buns for home." Zhang Yan couldn't help but pull his uncle onto his bicycle and carry him to Donglaishun.

"You kid, why are you spending this money? It's not easy for you to make money." The uncle kept mumbling while sitting on his bicycle.

"Uncle, please don't be polite to me! My nephew invites my uncle to eat boiled mutton. What's wrong?" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

I dragged my uncle into Dong Lai Shun.

Asked for a private room.

I ordered a pot, two kilograms of hand-cut mutton, and a lot of other lamb tripe, mutton meatballs, vermicelli, vermicelli, cabbage, lotus root strips and the like.

"That's enough, that's enough! I can't eat so much." The uncle kept stopping me.

"It's okay, where are you now? Uncle, you can eat as much as you want. You won't be able to eat enough for your nephew." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

He and his uncle are both martial arts practitioners, and their appetites are larger than the average person. Two kilograms of mutton can be eaten by one person.

However, the two pounds of mutton in this era were real two pounds of mutton, not the two pounds of mutton mixed with water and ice in later generations.

Zhang Yan ordered another bottle of chrysanthemum white and put it in front of his uncle, "Uncle, I won't drink with you. I'm still at work and may have surgery in the afternoon, so I don't dare to drink.

When I have a holiday, I will have a few drinks with you."

"Work is important, when can we and I drink?" The uncle stopped being polite, took the bottle, poured himself some wine, and started drinking while eating.

"Today, thanks to my nephew, I got to eat the mutton-boiled meat again. The last time I had mutton-boiled meat was more than 20 years ago." The uncle went in alone and got a pound and a half of mutton, plus a bottle of chrysanthemum white.

"Uncle, if you want to eat mutton-boiled in the future, come to me. Your nephew can still afford the mutton-boiled meat." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"No, no, what kind of family still eats mutton-boiled meat all the time? In the past, the landlords in the village would not bear to eat mutton-boiled meat once a year." The uncle said with a smile while touching his belly.

"As you asked me, I asked several villages for you. Now the total can produce one thousand kilograms of grain.

When do you want it? I'll bring it to you." The uncle whispered to Zhang Yan.

"I will go back and find a warehouse in the suburbs of Beijing. Then I will give you the money in advance and let you deliver the grain directly to the warehouse.

It would be safer if both parties don't meet each other." Zhang Yan thought I wanted to say.

"Okay, your method is good.

Then do this!”

"Uncle, please help me get some more pork. I want a dozen or twenty head here, and I want to kill them."

"Pork? This is easy to handle. It's the end of the year and every household should kill pigs.

How much do you charge?"

"Just charge according to the market price, 80 cents per pound, no need to remove the bones."

"Isn't this a bit high?" When the uncle heard this, he hesitated.

Eighty cents per pound is the price of top-quality pork belly. The price of ribs, leg bones, etc. is much cheaper.

Zhang Yan does not need to remove the bones, which means that the ribs and leg bones are all weighed together. Eighty cents is relatively expensive.

"It's okay, it's the Chinese New Year soon. Although there is no shortage of meat sellers in Beijing, there are still queues and purchase restrictions.

My friends are thinking about buying more, making it into bacon, and stuffing it with sausages.

The most important thing is that they are not short of money." Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Yanzi, you have a wife now, it doesn't matter that we are poor.

Don't dare to make a mistake." The uncle said with a worried look.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm just helping them get in touch and buy some things.

The state has not said that buying and selling these things is not allowed.

Those people are all my patients, and they trust me so they ask me to help them buy something." Zhang Yan comforted him with a smile.

The uncle thought about it for a while and realized that this was also the case.

Except for the grain, which is a bit illegal, buying pork is not illegal at all.

If people give such a high price, they naturally don’t take it back and sell it. What’s the problem if they eat it themselves?

"Uncle, please go back and collect some more dried chickens and dried hares. People also want these things.

The price is not low either.”

Zhang Yan is now trying every means to stock up on goods.

Now he actually has no shortage of food and meat.

Nowadays, system rewards are no longer tickets, but are given directly in kind, such as flour, rice, cornmeal, pork belly, bacon sausages, etc.

It’s just that the system rewards cannot be taken out.

Therefore, Zhang Yan will continue to entrust his uncle to help him purchase a batch, so that he can use the excuse that his uncle helped to collect them in the future.

After discussing with his uncle, Zhang Yan handed his satchel to his uncle.

"What's this for? Keep such a good bag for yourself. My uncle doesn't need such a bag." The uncle didn't understand and thought Zhang Yan was giving him a bag.

"Uncle, it contains money. There are two thousand yuan in total. Take it." Zhang Yan looked around and whispered.

"Ah! Yanzi, you..."

"Uncle, you buy food and sell it

You have to give money to others first to buy meat, right?

You take the money first, and we will settle the accounts later." Zhang Yan continued to whisper.

"Okay, let's settle the accounts later." The uncle hugged his satchel tightly.

Seeing his uncle like this, Zhang Yan frowned.

With the uncle's appearance, let alone experienced Buddhas, even inexperienced people know that he has money in his bag.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yan got up and found the shopkeeper of Dong Laishun and bought a sack from him.

Stuff the satchel into the sack.

"Uncle, don't be so nervous. If you hold this sack now, as long as you are not nervous, no one will know that the sack contains money." Zhang Yan warned.

"You're right!" The uncle finally stopped acting so nervous.

But he still felt uneasy, two thousand yuan, he had never seen so much money in his life.

I took my uncle out of Donglaishun and passed by a cotton-spinning shop.

Zhang Yan went in and bought a ready-made quilt.

"Uncle, please take this quilt back to my father.

Last time I heard my aunt say that my grandfather’s quilt is too thin and I want to change him to a thicker one.” Zhang Yan said and stuffed the quilt into the sack.

Now it is even harder to see that there is any money in it. I just think it is a quilt.

"Okay, this will make it okay.

Don't worry, I will send the quilt to your father when I get back." The uncle said loudly.

The purpose is to tell people around him that the sack is filled with quilts.

Zhang Yan was amused and didn't say anything else.

Zhang Yan sent everyone out of the Xijiao Bus Station, bought a ticket for his uncle, put him on the bus, and then returned to the infirmary.

Back in the infirmary, Zhang Yan washed his hands and then returned to the office.

Dr. Zhen Jia has many patients, and they are all lined up at the door.

Seeing Zhang Yan coming back, some people followed him directly to Zhang Yan's office.

Today, Zhang Yan's reputation is not small around the steel rolling mill.

It's just that he often goes out for surgery, so everyone has no choice but to go to Dr. Zhen Jia.

As soon as Zhang Yang sat down, a patient came in.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Yan immediately entered working mode and asked with a smile.

"Doctor, I have been feeling out of breath for a while." The patient spoke slowly about his condition.

Zhang Yan took a look at the patient. He was an old man in his fifties or sixties, with wrinkles on his face and some cloudy eyes.

In this era, Zhang Yan really can't tell the difference between a fifty-year-old man and a sixty-year-old man.

Because many people who appear to be sixty or seventy years old in Zhang Yan's eyes are actually only in their fifties.

"Is there any phlegm?" Zhang Yan asked, reaching out to hold the old man's wrist and take his pulse.

"have!"
To be continued...