Ye Linlang, a genius surgeon with the "Hand of God," returned to 1980, and unexpectedly became the beloved treasure of her entire family.
The self-made richest man in the country is h...
Thousands of miles away, Ye Yunkai sneezed inexplicably when he was about to board the boat.
"Are you going to leave or not?" the fisherman on the boat asked impatiently.
Ye Yunkai supported himself on the edge of the boat with both hands and jumped onto the deck.
"Walk."
When I first arrived in Shenzhen, I thought it was just a fishing village.
Although construction is going on everywhere, it is far less attractive than Mingzhu City across the street.
Relying on his keen sense of smell, Ye Yunkai finally found a fisherman who was delivering fish to Mingzhu City.
The fisherman collected the money, counted the number of people, and said to the people in the boat with a ferocious face, "We are going to deliver seafood to Mingzhu City. I will meet you on the boat at 5 pm. But let me be frank: if any of you dare to talk nonsense outside and disrupt my business, I will have to sacrifice your wives and children to the gods."
After the fishing boat set off, Ye Yunkai sat on the deck, smelling the faint salty smell of the sea water, and suddenly a raging fire seemed to be burning in his heart.
A prosperous and modern metropolis is just around the corner.
Ye Yunkai's heart was beating like a drum.
A beautiful world that Ye Yunkai had never seen before slowly opened before his eyes.
The era belonging to Ye Yunkai is about to come.
Ye Linlang and her daughter came out of the post office and walked slowly towards the supply and marketing cooperative.
Chen Xuelan works in the supply and marketing cooperative, and Ye Yin is understanding and doesn't want to take up Chen Xuelan's work time.
"Linlang, do you want a popsicle?"
When approaching the supply and marketing cooperative, Ye Yin saw several little girls from the county town, each holding a popsicle, with a look of comfort and satisfaction on their faces.
"No." Ye Linlang refused without hesitation, "Master said that girls should eat less cold food."
In fact, Ye Linlang vaguely remembered that her first menstruation seemed to have happened this year.
She had no recollection of the exact month.
She ate the popsicle now to cool down, but won’t she be the one who gets hurt later?
"Okay, listen to your master."
All the tellers in the supply and marketing cooperative are superior to others.
As soon as Ye Yin and Ye Linlang entered, almost everyone inside raised their chins and looked at them with squinted eyes.
Of course, among these arrogant tellers, Chen Xuelan is an outlier.
She was always friendly and smiling when she met everyone. During the more than ten minutes that Ye Linlang and Ye Yin entered the supply and marketing cooperative, the people around Chen Xuelan never stopped talking.
The last time Ye Linlang came to the supply and marketing cooperative, she was in a hurry and did not take a serious look at the cooperative.
Today I finally have time to sit on the bench and look at the supply and marketing cooperative in this county town.
The counter of the supply and marketing cooperative was a wooden counter with glass inlays.
Some small items are placed inside the counter.
On the wall behind him were hung clothes, fabrics, bed sheets, quilt covers and so on.
As big as bicycles, sewing machines, radios, and watches.
As small as pots, kettles, tea trays, and vanishing cream.
There are quite a lot of varieties, but the quantity of each is very small.
Ye Linlang couldn't help but shudder when she thought about going back and taking that crowded bus again.
She would rather ride a bicycle than take the suffocatingly crowded bus.
"Mom, let me ask how much the bicycle costs?"
"Linlang." Ye Yin whispered in Ye Linlang's ear, "We don't have bicycle tickets."
Ye Linlang shook Ye Yin's hand and said, "Mom, I'm just curious. I'm going to ask about the price."
Ye Linlang had just walked to the counter and hadn't said a word yet.
The teller with a long face and thick eyebrows said to Ye Linlang in a contemptuous tone: "You can't afford this bicycle."