I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Yan Jiefang looked toward the direction of the sound.

A slender girl stood there, her face as pale as a ghost in the dim light of the night.

It was He Yushui from the Intermediate People's Court.

He moved closer and looked at the girl in front of him.

Compared to last month, her condition is significantly better.

At least the sunken eye sockets have been mostly restored, and there is some flesh and blood on the face.

It seems that the presence of the Qing Dynasty still has some advantages for her.

Although her large sum of living expenses was confiscated, at least Sha Zhu didn't take it.

If He Daqing doesn't come back, Yan Jiefang guesses that even if she deposits all the money in the bank, it won't be of much use.

In the end, they will all end up in the pocket of the scheming Qin Huairu.

Sha Zhu has become a demon.

It's similar to the puppets in fantasy novels.

"Yan Jiefang, thank you so much for your help with the remittance. I don't know how to thank you enough. Are you free tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to lunch tomorrow."

He Yushui looked at Yan Jiefang and said softly.

Yan Jiefang could sense her gratitude, so he slowly nodded:

"Okay, you're treating us to lunch tomorrow! It's getting late, and you're not feeling well, so you should go home and rest early."

He Yushui stared straight at the tall Yan Jiefang in front of her, feeling that his condition was completely different from that of the first half of the year.

It's hard to find a male student in the entire No. 22 High School who can compare to him.

Hearing his reminder, he snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded:

"Okay, I'll head back now."

After saying that, he glanced at the other person, turned around, and quickly left.

Yan Jiefang looked at the other person's back and felt something was wrong. He thought to himself: Judging from his state, this bone stick might have taken a liking to us.

Having read many fanfictions, he knew that He Yushui wouldn't live long.

Because of prolonged hunger in his early years, the child was always in poor health and apparently died young in the 1990s from stomach cancer.

Oh, this damned charm, it's gotten me into trouble so easily...

When he got home, before he even sat down, Yan Jiedi suddenly jumped out and hugged his leg:

"Cricket, I want more steamed buns!"

Upon hearing this sound, Yan Bugui and his wife, who were sitting inside the house, immediately rushed out of the room, their eyes fixed on Yan Jiefang's backpack.

It's as if there's a large yellow croaker hidden in this bag.

Yan Jiekuang also came out of the room. Since his grades improved to the top of the entire grade and he could eat his fill every day, his energy and spirit had obviously improved a lot.

"Second brother, you're back? I'll get you a glass of water."

As he spoke, he immediately turned around to get a water glass, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it over.

Yan Jiefang took the water glass, looked at his younger brother, and felt very satisfied.

He's not old, but he's already very sensible.

He's many times better than the neighbor's smart kid who's been clever since he was a child.

Seeing that her second brother was ignoring her, Xiao Jiedi immediately shook his thigh:

"Grasshopper, don't you have any steamed buns left?"

Yan Jiefang smiled gently, patted her little head, took out the half-eaten bun left over from lunch from his backpack (space), and stuffed it into her little hand.

Upon smelling the fragrance, Xiao Jiedi immediately beamed with joy:

"Thank you, cricket! You're the best!"

As she spoke, she took a big bite of the filling in the middle.

These steamed buns are so delicious!

She has never eaten anything better in her life!

Ignoring the Yan couple, who were swallowing their saliva, he took out another steamed bun and handed it to Yan Jiekuang beside him:

"Third child, eat! Eat more so you can grow taller and become smarter!"

Yan Jiekuang accepted it with both hands, but instead of taking it back, he shook his head:

"Thank you, Second Brother. You should eat by yourself; I've already had dinner."

Yan Jiefang pushed it over:

"Just eat it! Stop dawdling! I already ate out."

"Okay, thank you, Second Brother! I'll eat it then."

As he spoke, he took a big bite.

These steamed buns are still so delicious! I could eat them my whole life and never get tired of them.

"Second brother, what about mine? Your mother and I didn't eat enough tonight either."

Yan Bugui became anxious when he saw that his second son was not even looking at him and showed no intention of giving him a bun to eat.

Yan Jiefang stretched out his hand towards him, palm facing up.

"What are you doing? What are you trying to do?"

Yan Bugui understood the meaning of this action immediately, but he was very unwilling.

Why can the third and fourth brothers eat big meat buns for free, while he has to pay?

"You won't go poor from eating or dressing, but you will if you don't plan ahead!" That's your wise saying! You haven't forgotten it, have you?

I paid real money for these buns, you wouldn't expect me to do business at a loss, would you?

Yan Jiefang looked at the shrew with a mocking expression.

"this..."

Yan Bugui lowered his head and thought for a moment, then quickly took out a dime and placed it in Yan Jiefang's palm.

"The steamed buns at the state-run restaurant cost five cents each, but I'll give you ten cents for two!"

Yan Jiefang tossed the one-mao banknote into the air, where it flew and then gently landed on Yan Bugui's head.

"Haha~ There are plenty of state-run restaurants that sell steamed buns for five cents each, why don't you just walk a little further and buy some yourself! I'm not going to keep you company!"

He walked into the room laughing, followed closely by Yan Jiekuang, who then locked the door.

The abacus-wielding couple were left standing there, looking embarrassed as Yan Jiedi finished her steamed buns.

The next day, apart from practicing Tai Chi a few times at Shichahai Beach in the morning, Yan Jiefang spent the entire morning reading in the courtyard.

Although the book "Basic Theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine" contains the word "basic," it is by no means basic for a layman like Yan Jiefang.

Aside from the overview and introduction, which I could understand, the later parts, such as the theory of Qi monism, Yin-Yang theory, and Five Elements theory, were a bit confusing.

Fortunately, after an hour of reading, the basic Traditional Chinese Medicine skill bar finally appeared on the panel.

For Yan Jiefang, as long as a skill bar appears, he can level it up to the maximum by sheer hard power!

Just like a boss with a health bar, no matter how long the health bar is, it can't stop players from charging in one after another.

He put down his books on traditional Chinese medicine and picked up a basic music textbook, "How to Practice Singing," to read. (Amateur Music Textbook)

This book is very easy to understand and is mainly used to teach ordinary people how to sing correctly and avoid shouting and hurting their voices, so as to meet the needs of the masses for choral singing, solo singing and amateur performances.

Yan Jiefang read it with great interest and quickly finished it.

He memorized most of it, so he could recall it whenever he wanted to use it later.

He planned to go to the library in the afternoon to exchange for a more advanced music textbook.

After reading this book, his musical skills rapidly improved to 20/100.

It was almost noon by then.

He Yushui walked out of the Intermediate People's Court.

"Yan Jiefang, let's have lunch at the state-run canteen in Mao'er Hutong."

"it is good."

Yan Jiefang put away the book in his hand and stood up.

Yan Bugui, who was watering the plants nearby, overheard their conversation and felt a pang of envy.

I almost blurted out, "Can I come along? I have a bottle of good wine!" (with a drop of wine mixed into the water)

But considering the second son's resolute decision, he decided not to humiliate himself.