I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

When I got home, I parked the car.

Luo Fei got out of the car carrying shopping bags and pushed open the courtyard gate.

The yard was quiet; my parents and sister weren't home. They must have gone to the fields or visited other neighbors.

He carried the things he bought into the main room and placed them on the table.

I checked the time; it was just past 5 p.m.

It's still a bit early to make dinner.

The reconstruction of the old house needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

He remembered the building permit application process that Su Wanqing had mentioned, and decided to go to the village chief's house to find out the specifics.

After locking the gate, he walked towards the village chief's house in the center of the village.

The village paths meander, and occasionally you'll run into familiar villagers, exchanging nods and greetings.

"Xiao Fei is back? I heard he drove a big truck back? He's made something of himself!" an old man said with a smile.

Luo Fei responded politely, without stopping.

Soon, he arrived at the home of village chief Luo Youfu.

Luo Youfu, in his fifties, was a distant cousin of Luo Fei. He was a fairly upright man and had some prestige in the village.

He was sitting in his own yard, wearing reading glasses, flipping through an agricultural technology manual.

"Uncle Youfu," Luo Fei called out from the courtyard gate.

Luo Youfu looked up, saw it was Luo Fei, and smiled, "It's Xiao Fei! Come in and sit down!"

Luo Fei walked into the courtyard and sat down on the small stool that Luo Youfu handed him.

"Uncle Youfu, I've come to ask about my old house. I want to demolish and rebuild it. What procedures do I need to go through?" Luo Fei got straight to the point.

Luo Youfu took off his reading glasses and thought for a moment: "Reconstruction? Your house is quite old. As for the procedures, first of all, we need the village committee's approval and a certificate proving that you are a villager and that you meet the policy requirements for reconstruction on the original site."

He paused, then continued, "Then you need to take this certificate, along with your household registration book, land certificate, and ID card, to the county's Land and Resources Bureau to apply for a 'Rural Construction Planning Permit.' Only after this permit is approved can you apply for a 'Construction Project Construction Permit' from the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau. Only when you have both permits can you start construction."

Luo Fei listened attentively; the process was roughly as he had anticipated.

"Uncle Fu, what are the requirements for the village committee to issue a certificate? Is it easy to get one?" Luo Fei asked.

"I know your situation. It's an old house, so you meet the requirements. Getting the certificate shouldn't be difficult."

As Luo Youfu spoke, he added a reminder.

"However, going to the county to complete the procedures may take some time, and you also need to make arrangements with your neighbors to avoid conflicts over things like the boundaries of the homestead or lighting and ventilation."

"I understand." Luo Fei nodded. "Then I'll trouble Uncle Fu to help me get a certificate from the village committee in the next couple of days. I'll prepare whatever materials I need as soon as possible."

"Okay! Give me a copy of your household registration book, your father's ID card, and land certificate, and write an application. I'll stamp it for you." Luo Youfu readily agreed, "They're all my nephews, I'll help if I can."

"Thank you, Uncle Youfu!" Luo Fei said sincerely.

After chatting for a few more minutes about the village's recent situation, Luo Fei got up to say goodbye.

Back at the old house, he began preparing dinner.

They took the ingredients out of the refrigerator and skillfully washed and prepared them.

As the aroma of food began to fill the air, footsteps and voices could be heard outside the courtyard gate.

My parents and sister are back.

Luo Weidong was carrying a large basket of freshly picked green beans, Li Xiulan was holding a hoe, and Luo Ying was skipping along beside him.

"Brother! You're cooking again? It smells so good!" Luo Ying exclaimed as soon as she entered the door.

Luo Weidong and Li Xiulan also smelled the fragrance and smiled.

"Dad, Mom, Xiaoying, come and take a look." Luo Fei wiped his hands and pointed to the pile of things on the table.

The three of them were then drawn to the exquisitely packaged boxes and bags on the table, and they were all stunned.

"What are all these?" Li Xiulan walked over, looking at them with a puzzled expression.

"I bought these in the county today." Luo Fei walked over and started unpacking. "These are the latest models of cell phones I bought for you. Dad, Mom, and Xiaoying, one for each of you."

He handed the new phone to his parents and sister.

Luo Weidong and Li Xiulan took the box somewhat awkwardly, opened it, and saw the smooth body and exquisite screen. Neither of them dared to lift it too tightly.

"How much does this cost? Our old one still works." Li Xiulan touched the phone case, feeling both happy and distressed.

"The old one should have been replaced a long time ago. This latest model is much better," Luo Fei said, taking out a tablet. "There's another tablet. Dad, Mom, you can use it to read the news and watch videos. Let Xiaoying teach you how to use it."

Then, he took out the newly bought clothes: "These are clothes and shoes I bought for you. Try them on to see if they fit."

Luo Ying couldn't contain herself any longer. With a cheer, she picked up her new phone and clothes, admiring them with obvious delight.

Luo Weidong and Li Xiulan looked at the pile of things in front of them, their feelings complicated.

"You just know how to waste money." Li Xiulan stroked the soft fabric of her new clothes, her eyes a little red. "Mom knows you're filial..."

"Alright, try on the clothes first, then we'll eat," Luo Fei changed the subject.

During dinner, Luo Fei brought up the matter of rebuilding the house.

"Dad, Mom, I went to see Uncle Youfu today and asked about the procedures for rebuilding the old house. I plan to demolish our old house and rebuild a two-story building on the same site. It will be sturdier and more comfortable to live in."

Luo Weidong put down his chopsticks, somewhat surprised: "Rebuild? That would cost a lot of money, wouldn't it? And this house has been lived in for decades..."

"Dad, the house is old, inconvenient and unsafe in many ways. You don't need to worry about the money."

Luo Fei's tone left no room for refusal: "I've already contacted a renovation company, and they'll be here tomorrow morning to survey and design. We'll start construction once the paperwork is done. We can temporarily stay somewhere else for a while, or we can go stay at the villa in the county town."

Li Xiulan hesitated for a moment, but seeing her son's determined look and thinking of the beautiful but deserted villa, she finally nodded: "Let's listen to Xiaofei. His dad, this house is too old. It's drafty in winter and stuffy in summer. Rebuilding it is good. Then Xiaoying will have a decent place to go when she brings her classmates back."

Luo Weidong shoveled down a couple of mouthfuls of rice in silence, finally humming in agreement: "You decide what to do. Just don't waste too much."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After dinner, Luo Ying rushed to wash the dishes and excitedly went back to her room to play with her new phone, tablet, and laptop.

Luo Weidong and Li Xiulan, holding their new phones, clumsily learned the basic operations under Luo Fei's guidance, their faces sometimes showing confusion and sometimes curiosity.

Luo Fei taught his parents some basic operations and then returned to his room.

He sat down at his desk and opened his newly purchased laptop.

A new blank document has been created.

Then, close your eyes and take a deep breath.

In my mind, the massive information about the "formula for a specific drug for leukemia" clearly emerged.

From the core molecular stereostructure, synthetic pathway, and key catalytic conditions of the "leukastinoside directional activator"...

The chemical formulas, purity requirements, and proportions of dozens of auxiliary ingredients…

A vast amount of information flowed through his consciousness in an orderly manner.

Luo Fei opened his eyes and placed his hands on the keyboard.

The next second, his fingers began to tap rapidly.

"Da da da..."

On the screen, lines of professional text, formulas, and charts appear and expand rapidly.

He doesn't need to think at all; he simply transcribes the existing knowledge in his mind through his hands.

He precisely drew the complex chemical structural formulas directly using drawing software.

He entered the obscure technical terms and data with perfect accuracy.

Time passed second by second.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the village fell silent, with only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.

In the room, only the crisp sound of the keyboard and the light from the screen illuminated Luo Fei's focused face.

He wanted to record this formula, which was enough to change the landscape of world medicine, in its entirety.

Tomorrow, when Director Zhou Mingyu arrives, he will hand over this electronic document along with the Body Tempering Pill.

This could cause a huge uproar.

But Luo Fei believes this is the most suitable option at present.

However, Luo Fei was unaware of this.

Just as he was concentrating on recording the recipe.

In a private room of a high-end club in Qingyang County, a conspiracy against him is quietly brewing.

The private room was dimly lit and filled with smoke.

Wang Zihao, the only son of a leader in Qingyang County, was wearing a designer casual outfit and sitting with his legs crossed on a large leather sofa.

His face was gloomy, a lit cigarette was between his fingers, and his eyes were fixed on the candid profile photo on his phone screen, as well as the close-up of the temporary license plate of the D9 car.

"Luo Fei, from a farming family in Liuxi Village, graduated from a regular university, previously worked as an ordinary employee in Jiangcheng, and recently resigned to return to his hometown." Wang Zihao read aloud the basic information about Luo Fei that he had just obtained through connections, a disdainful sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"A loser from some backwater village, got lucky and made a little money, just bought a car, and now he dares to chat and laugh with the woman I've got my eye on?"

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Brother Hao, should I take a few brothers and teach that kid a lesson, so he'll stay away from Miss Su?" A burly man with a buzz cut and ferocious tattoos on his arms asked in a low voice from beside the sofa.

Wang Zihao stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray.

"Um."

He nodded coldly. "Find a few unfamiliar faces, and make sure they're clean-cut. Don't kill anyone, but teach that kid a lesson, let him know who he can and can't mess with in Qingyang County. Especially, the woman I, Wang Zihao, have my eye on is not someone a peasant like him can touch."

"Understood, Brother Hao!" The burly man with the buzz cut grinned. "I guarantee I'll handle it perfectly for you!"

"Go ahead. You'll get your share of the rewards once it's done," Wang Zihao said casually, waving his hand.

The burly man with the buzz cut nodded respectfully and left the private room.

Wang Zihao leaned back on the sofa, picked up a glass of amber-colored liquor, and drank it all in one gulp.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Luo Fei? Hmph, you dare to covet the woman I've set my sights on? I'll make sure you can't stay in Qingyang County any longer!"