"Boy, you can do it." He actually woke Gouzi up from his dream by continuously giving rewards. Could it be that he could also smash the leader of the hall and get him out? Haha, just kidding. He got the name of brother well and is very impressive. Gouzi admires him.
In addition, brother ‘lhy1234’ threw in three monthly tickets to say thank you! There is also a brother behind. Piao Tian Literature registered members recommend this work.
Also, I wonder if Gouzi can code 10,000 words today. I heard that there are three things that can make Gouzi, a slut, excited.
One is the increase in subscriptions. This is the most important thing. The dog depends on it to make a living. The second is to reward the dog a lot. The dog never gets too much, and he accepts as much as he wants. It is commonly known as being greedy and asking for nothing.
; The third one is of course the monthly ticket sister. This one has stuff that all the authors like. Also, let’s not talk about it, all the brothers will throw bricks at it. Ha ha ha ha...
"Yeah!" Song Chujie responded, his face still as serious as if he was thinking about something.
"Minister Song, Aunt Cao, Zhenyao, I'm leaving first." Ye Fan asked to leave again. In fact, this guy really wanted to stay, but he knew that was impossible. If he could live in the Song family, it would matter.
To a certain extent, this guy simply doesn't dare to think like this.
"It's so late, I'll call a car to take you off." Song Chujie said calmly, which was quite reasonable.
"Old Song, why bother Master Li so late?" Cao Meifang snorted from the side, obviously not happy that Song Chujie asked the driver to see Ye Fan off.
"No, Minister Song. The Party School is not far from here. I'll call a car to go back." Ye Fan smiled, glanced at Zhenyao, and saw that she had been lamenting her swollen feet, and said with a smile: "Zhenyao, I will go back tomorrow."
Let me rejuvenate you. Using golden needles to unblock meridians should allow you to move freely within three days."
"Do you know acupuncture?" Song Chujie turned around and asked, with a slight surprise on his face.
"Haha... I know a little bit. I followed a Taoist priest for a while when I was a child. I was just a little bit rubbish, but it still had some effect." Ye Fan said, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Don't bother, Dr. Wang can do it too," Cao Meifang said coldly.
"That's better, Minister Song, Aunt Cao, I'll leave first." Ye Fan didn't want to be upset anymore, held back his anger, turned around and left.
"Zhenyao, why are you back so late? I'm so anxious." At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly came from the stairs. Ye Fan turned around and saw an old man whose face was somewhat similar to Song Chujie's.
I was holding on to the wooden stairs, and my legs and feet seemed a little awkward, and I felt a little crippled when I walked down.
Ye Fan's heart moved, and he stepped forward to support the old man, pretending to be afraid of him falling, and whispered: "Grandpa, slow down."
In fact, Qi had already been secretly in the palm of my hand, and a trace of inner Qi was transmitted from the meridians of the old man. While helping the old man go down the stairs, I walked around and found that his left leg seemed to have a feeling of poor ventilation in the thigh.
I immediately understood that it was probably because the blood and Qi were blocked here, and the injury was not that big, but it was difficult to solve this cryptic problem through regular surgery, which made the old man's feet unable to walk.
It was a bit awkward when I arrived.
Ye Fan estimated that if he used the 'Qianyuan Golden Needle Technique' in the medical classics and combined it with good medicinal materials, the old man would be able to recover from the obscure injuries to his legs and feet in about half a year.
"Dad, why are you down here? Be careful." Song Chujie wanted to step forward to help him, but Ye Fan took the opportunity and stopped.
"Young man, what's your name and what do you do? Are you Zhenyao's classmate?" Grandpa Song asked casually, his attitude was quite kind.
"Haha, Mr. Song, my name is Ye Fan. I am from Yuyang. I am not a classmate of Zhenyao. Zhenyao, Miss Zhao Si, Khotan and the others went to Yuyang together before. This time I went to Shuizhou Party School to study. Khotan
Professor Lan, Zhu’s father, is my teacher, so we met him.” Ye Fan answered calmly.
"Oh! How old are you? You went to the Provincial Party School to study." Mr. Song was obviously interested. He turned around and glanced at Ye Fan, and found that he was indeed young, about the same age as his granddaughter Zhenyao. His granddaughter was only 20.
1 year old, at this age he can study at the Provincial Party School, so this young man is from a famous family.
"I... am about the same age as Zhenyao, and I will turn 20 in three months." Ye Fan said with a smile.
"Dad, don't forget that he is only 20 years old. He is the deputy county magistrate of Yuyang County. This time he went to the Provincial Party School to participate in the cross-century talent class training organized by the Provincial Party Committee. He is a formidable young man with a bright future! Haha...
"Song Chujie praised casually.
"Yeah! I'm quite capable." Mr. Song nodded, glanced at Ye Fan, and then at his granddaughter, his expression unchanged.
"Dad, the students in this cross-century elite class are all in their 20s. I heard that there are also deputy department-level cadres in it. There are quite a few at the director level, but there are only a few at the deputy director level." Cao Meifang said this.
What do you mean? It seems that you have nothing to do with Ye Fan, but in fact you are secretly disparaging Ye Fan. Aren't you just a deputy director-level cadre? You can only be the bottom player in the training class.
Of course, Ye Fan also heard some of Cao Meifang's metaphors. In this case, of course he ignored them and pretended not to hear them.
He laughed and said, "Yes, among the classmates who had dinner with me, one was at the deputy department level, and the others were all department-level cadres."
She thought to herself: "Cao Meifang, I know you look down on me as a country bumpkin from Yuyang with no family background, but I, Ye Fan, don't necessarily want to fall in love with your Song family. If I hadn't met Zhenyao, I would have walked away.
People are so numb, this family of high-ranking officials really has no energy."
"Grandpa, you may not know how capable Ye Fan is?" Song Zhenyao quickly spoke up for Ye Fan.
"You are very capable. I would like to hear what you are capable of." Cao Meifang said angrily.
"Hmm! Tell me, I'd like to hear it too." Mr. Song half-closed his eyes, sat on the sofa, touched Zhenyao's swollen feet with one hand, and asked with a smile.
"It was Ye Fan who treated me to dinner in the evening, at Laowang Beast Ji Soup. Later I met General Zhao, and there seemed to be another one wearing a major general uniform, who looked a bit like the town commander of our provincial military region." Song Zhenyao tilted her head, proudly.
Said. Of course, Song Zhenyao was increasing Ye Fan's burden.
"General Zhao, which General Zhao?" Song Chujie was shocked and interjected.
"Sister Zhao's second uncle seems to be somewhere in Lanyue Bay, Shuizhou." Song Zhenyao said.
"Is it General Zhao Kuo?" Mr. Song's eyes suddenly got a little bigger and he said with a smile.
"Yes! That's right, I heard Sister Zhao call him Second Uncle. He called Sister Zhao Fourth Girl. The two of them were very casual." Song Zhenyao nodded and winked at Ye Fan proudly. Of course, this action was watched all the time.
Cao Meifang, who was paying attention to her daughter, found out.
He said with a weird smile: "You girl, General Zhao is General Zhao, but what does that have to do with Mark?"
"Of course the relationship doesn't matter, but when General Zhao passed by our private room, he heard Sister Zhao's voice and came in to say hello. But when he saw Ye Fan, he called Ye Fan 'Little Friend Ye'." Song Zhenyao said here
, but she didn't see that the muscles on the faces of Song Chujie and Mr. Song trembled.
Song Zhenyao suddenly remembered something and said to Ye Fan: "Brother Fan, tell me, General Zhao is a lieutenant general. How could he call you 'Little Friend Ye'? And later he even mentioned that to the town commander of the provincial military region.
What's going on, the Iron Commander is your brother-in-law or something like that? Is that Iron Commander famous? It seems that even the Town Commander keeps calling him "Tie", is he a comrade of the Town Commander?"
"Haha, I used to go to Brother Tie's place to play and met General Zhao once. He probably called me little friend Ye when he saw me as a kid.
As for Captain Iron, I met him by chance before. Maybe he felt we were compatible, so he recognized him as his brother. It’s nothing.” Seeing Mr. Song and Minister Song staring at him, Ye Fan hurriedly said casually.
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He said it very casually, of course in order to downplay the relationship and avoid revealing his background. Ye Fan really didn't want to have any connections with the military, because he didn't want to be involved in the military field, otherwise he would have taken off his clothes and fought hard to fight as a general.
Went.
Ye Fan, the old man of Song Dynasty, always feels that he has an unfathomable background, which is hard to explain anyway. If he is really a powerful official, it is really possible to find out his own details.
"Captain Iron, he can't be the Commander from Lanyue Bay in Shuizhou!" Mr. Song said calmly and asked Ye Fan with a smile.
"It should be him, his name is Tie Zhanxiong." Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Ye Fan had to bite the bullet and said.
He didn't know that Mr. Song had retired from the post of Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee of Nanfu Province a few years ago. Although he had retired for several years, he still knew some secrets in the military circles.
"Well! Let's do it, Xiaoye, it's getting late. Let's stay here tonight." Mr. Song suddenly spoke. Cao Meifang smacked her lips, but she didn't say anything. In this family, Mr. Song has absolute authority.
of.
"No, Mr. Song, I have to rush back. The opening ceremony will be held very early tomorrow. I can't be late for the first time." Ye Fan shook his head, looking very serious.
"That's fine, the cross-century talent class held by the Provincial Committee this time is quite important." Mr. Song said, turning to his son Song Chujie and said: "Ask Xiao Li to take Xiao Ye back. It's so late, and there is probably no one on the street.
The car is gone."
"Okay, I'll make a call to make arrangements." Song Chujie nodded.
"Song Lao, I don't know if I should say something or not?" Ye Fan seemed a little hesitant to say something.
"If you have anything to say, although I am a little older, I can still understand some of the words, hahaha..." Mr. Song was very kind and said with a smile.
"I just noticed that the old man's left leg seems to be a little inoperable." Ye Fan mustered up the courage to say these words, his heart was beating for fear of making Mr. Song angry.
"Well, you can see it too. Alas...it's an old problem, and the doctor said even surgery would be useless." Mr. Song sighed.
"Can you let me try it? I learned a little bit about the golden needle technique when I was a kid. I can't say how confident I am, but..." After Ye Fan said this, he glanced at everyone in the room and stopped talking.
I also regretted my rashness. If I couldn't cure this, it would be a bit embarrassing, and it would probably anger the Song family, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
Of course, Ye Fan also saw some clues. Mr. Song may have retired, but the official power still faintly emanated from his body. He was also very calm. He may have been a high-ranking official at the provincial or ministerial level when he was in office.
It is estimated that the old man has absolute authority in the Song family. Some clues can be seen from the fact that Song Zhenyao's mother kept smacking her lips and did not dare to say a word. When the old man Song did not come down just now, Cao Meifang was not worried about Song Chujie at all.
She was sarcastic to herself, probably because she didn't like her relationship with Zhenyao. Now that Mr. Song came, Cao Meifang immediately became silent and did not dare to say anything. From this, we can see the power of Mr. Song as a parent.
Recently, with the continuous growth of Ye Fan's inner energy, the purity has increased. His physiognomy has also made great progress, and he has become much more detailed in observing and recognizing people.
"Xiaoye, how sure are you?" Song Chujie asked suddenly, with a solemn expression on his face. This matter involving the old man's condition should not be taken lightly.