Siheyuan works as a nanny for Shazhu

It was the same office as last time. As soon as Jiang Feng entered, he was stopped and searched. It should be because of what happened last time that he was on the guard's blacklist. Anyway, the search was much more thorough than last time. Jiang Feng thought about it and put the letter paper in his jacket pocket. When the guard felt it and wanted to take it out, Jiang Feng reached out and took it out himself, but did not show it to the man.

Jiang Feng looked at the gentleman. The gentleman knew that Jiang Feng must have something to do when he wanted to see him, so he said, "Okay, we are all acquaintances, it's okay, you can go out first."

The guard gave Jiang Feng a warning look and walked out. Jiang Feng then came to the gentleman's side. At this time, the gentleman had just started eating, which was a dish of fried cabbage, a dish of fermented bean curd, and the staple food was steamed buns. Jiang Feng looked at his complexion carefully and felt that it was better than the last time they met. It seemed that the medicine was really effective.

Jiang Feng said, "Sir, if you had told me earlier I would have brought some dishes. I haven't eaten them yet. My cousin is a great chef. His cooking skills are probably comparable to those of the state banquet chefs. Even ordinary stir-fried cabbage is more delicious than his."

"Yes, I know you, Chef He Yuzhu. You are talented, and your family has several chefs teaching you. It is impossible for your cooking skills to be bad. I have read your information. If you can come to see me, I have investigated everyone around you clearly."

Jiang Feng smiled, and the gentleman pushed a bowl over to him: "Eat some steamed buns to fill your stomach. We're in a hurry at noon, so just eat something simple."

"Sir, you can't eat like this. Even a strong body can't stand it. You still have to eat on time and in fixed amounts. Otherwise, without a healthy body, how can you work well?"

The gentleman waved his hand and said, "It's much better now. Thanks to the food you gave me last time, I can now eat two steamed buns for a meal. It's much better than before. In the past, I would just drink some porridge when I was busy. Now I will feel hungry if I don't eat more."

"That's good. Being hungry is a normal physiological metabolism. This time I want to see you because my master left me a letter. Actually, it's not a letter. It looks like a prophecy. I think I have no choice but to find you."

Jiang Feng put the letter paper on the table, picked up a steamed bun and ate it in a few bites. The gentleman looked at Jiang Feng with a kind smile on his face. Jiang Feng picked up two more pieces of cabbage with his chopsticks, reached out and picked up another steamed bun, and swallowed it in two or three bites.

The gentleman also had a great appetite after watching him. Soon, the dishes on the table were finished. There were seven or eight steamed buns in the bowl, and Jiang Feng ate five of them. The gentleman lay back and said, "I haven't eaten so much in a long time. It seems that I should interact with you young people more. Watching you eat will also improve my appetite."

Jiang Feng smiled, looked around, picked up the water bottle and refilled Mr.'s cup with water, and poured himself a cup. Jiang Feng asked with concern: "Sir, how are you feeling recently? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's OK. I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere. I feel fine now."

"Does the doctor check up regularly? Does he tell me how I am doing?"

The gentleman looked at Jiang Feng in confusion and said, "Don't ask. These are not things you can inquire about. Remember, after you say this today, no one can tell anyone."

Jiang Feng was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Then he remembered that these were not things he could ask. He smiled awkwardly and handed the letter over. The gentleman took the letter, opened it and took a look, then his expression became serious.

Jiang Feng said, "This is what my master left for me. He told me to open it this year. I don't know if something bad will happen next year, so I can only come to you."

The master recited: "Bingchen year, Yiwei month, Xinsi day, these are the time, Fengtai, where is Fengtai, Long turned over, um, does your master have anything else to say?"

Jiang Feng pretended to think about it, but he couldn't say it was Tang Shi. He said, "He told me to keep it well, saying it involved the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. He just told me to open it this year, and he didn't say anything else."

"Hundreds of thousands of people's lives and deaths, let's take a look first, let's take a look first, it's still early according to this time, the time on it says July 1976, 7, I want to take it back and check, mainly where is Fengtai, why do we need to correct the chaos, who else knows about this?"

"No one knew except me. After leaving this letter, Master said he was going to travel around the world. I never saw him again."

"Oh." The gentleman glanced at Jiang Feng with a half-smile, and then asked, "I'll take care of this matter. Is there anything else?"

Jiang Feng knew that this opportunity was rare and he might not have it again, so he took out two small bottles from his pocket with a fawning smile on his face and said, "There is still some medicine left by the master. You took too little last time, and I was afraid that the effect would not be good, so I brought two more bottles this time, but this time it is really gone."

"Oh, it's really gone. You said the same thing last time."

"It's really gone, but sir, you have to take at least one bottle, otherwise the effect will be much worse. Here is another bottle. It would be best if you can take it. If not, you can arrange it yourself."

"Xiao Feng, I know you mean well, but I just can't bear to see my old comrade suffer from illness. Don't worry, I will take the medicine according to the course of treatment this time. I am not afraid of death, but I want to see more and see how far China can develop. Then, when I go down to see Marx in the future, I can stand up straight and talk to him."

"Sir, you have done a great job. The teacher's ideas have surpassed Marxism. If he were still alive, he might come to Huaxia for advice."

"You are so ambitious, but that's fine. Young people should be fearless. It's almost time. I'm going to take some time to meet you today. If you have any ideas, go for it. We will support you from behind."

"Yes, sir, remember to take your medicine when you go back. Just take it on time every day. You can stop taking other medicines." After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he stood up and said goodbye. He went to the door and opened it. The guard came in, took a look and found nothing unusual. He sent Jiang Feng out as the sir instructed.

After Jiang Feng sent the medicine out, he felt relieved. If he took it on time, there would be no problem with his health. Although he was older and not as strong as young people, it could still help to strengthen his body.

However, he didn't know that these twenty pills played a big role this time. Some things that were supposed to happen next year have changed in this parallel world. However, Jiang Feng didn't care. A lot has changed now. It would be good for these people who laid the foundation for China to watch the new world for a few more years.

After meeting the gentleman, Jiang Feng started to confiscate the stolen goods. What he said to Li Huaide worked. They had been living peacefully for so many years, and it was still the same courtyards, but there were more things inside. By following Li Huaide, Jiang Feng figured out where he hid the money.

On a snowy night, Jiang Feng went out for a walk and collected all the things except Li Huaide's own collection. He also visited several deputy directors to help them complete their own anti-corruption construction.

When they went to work the next day, no one had noticed what had happened. It was probably because they didn't go there often and didn't think anyone would pay attention to where they hid things. It wasn't until a week later that Jiang Feng saw that several deputy directors had black faces and got angry at the slightest provocation. These people already knew that things were lost.

Except for a little bit stored at home, it's all gone. The key is that this matter cannot be made public. If someone really comes to investigate, I will be the first one to die. This time I can only swallow my anger.

Li Huaide had different ideas. After hearing what Jiang Feng said last time, he went to his father-in-law from time to time to inquire about the situation. Of course, he got nothing. But he also knew who was behind Jiang Feng. There was at least Minister Wang, and there was a big boss above him. He couldn't be lying to me on purpose.

Li Huaide, who believed it without a doubt, had other ideas in mind and had already started looking for people to help him find a way out. Jiang Feng was not paying attention to these things now because the system had released a new task, which made Jiang Feng turn his attention to the Siheyuan.

"The system has detected that the main character Yi Zhonghai in the play is being targeted. If the host does not participate, he will probably be offline soon. Please complete the task as soon as possible."

Jiang Feng thought about it carefully and thought that Yi Zhonghai was probably dying. It seemed that the Jia family couldn't bear it anymore. They probably spent too much money. Considering that these were all his, they were a little reluctant to give them up.

After get off work in the evening, Jiang Feng went to the backyard after dinner. He had to see what Yi Zhonghai looked like now and how the Jia family planned to deal with him. It must not be like breaking his legs and kicking him out as in the original novel. Did they really think that the 1980s was a feudal era?

They sat down in He Yuzhu's room. Once the space was opened, the two of them made tea, sat around the stove, and chatted about things in the factory. Jiang Feng also saw Yi Zhonghai's appearance, which was really miserable.

Yi Zhonghai is now lying in bed, unable to move. He has been resting for more than a month. It must be painful for him to move. In the past, Qin Huairu would come to help wipe his body, but now he has bedsores on his body. It is obvious that no one comes to help him turn over.

His face has also become thinner, probably because he didn't eat much good food. Jiang Feng turned his gaze to the Jia family again. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren in the house were also having a good time. Jia Zhang now has a kind face. Although Banggeng has a lame leg, he can walk with crutches after such a long time. At least he can move on his own. Banggeng doesn't like his wife at home. There has been no movement in his stomach for such a long time, but Banggeng doesn't know it's his own problem.

Banggeng's wife was sitting in the room, while Xiaodang and Huaihua did not come over. After listening to the conversation between the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, Jiang Feng learned that after Yi Zhonghai was injured this time, because of the weather problem, Qin Huairu finally took out the passbook after much persuasion, but also instructed that he should tell her how much he withdrew each time and hand in the passbook after withdrawing the money.

Qin Huairu was fine at the beginning, but gradually she became a little indifferent to Yi Zhonghai. There is no filial son in front of a long-term sick bed, let alone a young wife. He had a meal every day, and the good ones were sent to Jia Jiabang and his wife to replenish their bodies. Here, he just sent a meal and that was it.

Fortunately, Xiaodang and Huaihua still have some conscience. They come over to pour water from time to time and chat when they are free. However, the financial power of the family is now in Qin Huairu's hands, and the family's life is now poor. All the good things have been taken away, and the two of them still have to go to school, so there is nothing they can say now.