"..." Ying Han opened her mouth. She really hadn't noticed this problem.

"Hanhan, I heard that the red spots on your face were cured by a medicine prescribed by an old Chinese doctor. Can you recommend it to me?"

"Sister Lin Yuan, what's wrong with you?"

"It's not me, it's my uncle who has been lying in the hospital. I've noticed something is wrong with his health lately, so I want an old Chinese doctor to come and take a look."

“…” She didn’t have much impression of Uncle Lin. She heard from the hospital that he was found a few years ago and had been in a coma ever since.

However, the fact that he had found an old Chinese doctor was just an excuse.

"Sister Lin Yuan, that old Chinese doctor is just a traveling doctor. I don't know where he's gone now. But I still have some unused ointment. You can come to my house and get it someday."

"Does applying it help?"

"I don't know. The itinerant doctor gave me something that I could not only apply on my face but also drink. He said it could cure all kinds of diseases. It was a bit of a scam, but the redness on my face really went away in a week."

"That's fine. I'll go to your house tomorrow to get it. I'll pay you the money." Her uncle hasn't woken up in so many years. Sometimes folk remedies are more effective than hospital treatments.

"I don't have much money to begin with. If I can help Uncle Lin, that would be great. But if not, don't blame me."

"OK."

Ying Han only had water from the space, and he couldn't give it directly to Lin Yuan, so he found some Chinese herbal medicine, boiled it at home, and mixed it with the mist water in the space.

He also gave some homemade canned food to Lin Yuan.

I prayed silently that nothing would happen.

The next day, Ying Han returned to the small building. She had signed up for the telephone service some time ago and came to install it today.

The moment it was installed, Ying Han immediately called home.

My mother said that she didn't know how to save money. It cost her hundreds of dollars to make a phone call. The little money she earned would be squandered sooner or later. She would be unpopular in her husband's family if she was so extravagant.

Ying Han laughed and said that she was rich and would not need her husband or in-laws to support her in the future.

After hanging up the phone, Ying Han went to the front to see if his tables and chairs had been sold.

Li Guihua only has that one acre of land for vegetables.

The tomatoes have been harvested and now only some leeks are left.

Two days after the doorplate was hung up, her furniture store opened today.

A small stool, sold for 1 yuan.

"Hanhan, do you think I sold it too cheaply?"

"Sister Guihua, sure. One dollar for a small stool. If we sell a lot, we can sell more than ten a day. That's a lot in a month. Wood is cheap, but the work is a bit labor-intensive."

Li Guihua did the math in her mind and realized that this was the case.

In order to prevent others from noticing anything, Ying Han ran to her backyard and prepared to make a rocking chair by herself.

Just when Ying Han was busy in the backyard, Li Guihua brought Deng Chen in.

"Hanhan, this comrade said he was looking for you."

He looked up and saw the person coming, smiled, and quickly introduced to Li Guihua, "Sister Guihua, this is my friend, Deng Chen, Comrade Deng. This is Li Guihua, also my friend."

"Hello, Comrade Deng."

"Hello, Comrade Li."

"You guys chat, I'm going to go and get busy." Li Guihua said hello and walked away.

Leaving behind Ying Han, he quickly stood up, lowered his head and pulled up Deng Chen's left arm. "Comrade Deng, how have you felt in your arm recently?"

Ying Han's series of actions once again stunned Deng Chen. After hearing her question, he said inexplicably, "I have always felt the sensation in this arm, but I just can't use the strength. I told you last time, but you forgot."

"...Oh." Ying Han frowned and became confused.

I clearly used the water from my space to cook and make tea for Deng Chen, so why doesn't he show any signs of improvement?

Deng Chen looked at her holding his arm in a daze, coughed awkwardly, and pulled his arm away without leaving any trace. "What are you doing?"

“..Oh, I’m making a rocking chair.”

"Do you want my help?"

Ying Han smiled and waved her hand, "No, no, come in and sit down. Comrade Deng will have dinner here today." She made this rocking chair just for show.

"No, I can just make this for myself when I get home. I came here to ask if you're free this afternoon. I've got a piece of land I'd like you to give me some advice on."

"Comrade Deng, you want to buy land."

"Well, I think what you said makes sense."

"You have to wait until lunch. The sun is very hot now." Ying Han took him into the house and started to work in the kitchen.

At noon, Ying Han made noodles with soybean paste, and Xiao Yangyang could eat a small bowl.

At about one o'clock, Ying Han wore a hat and a thin shirt to block the sun. The two of them rode their bikes to a place outside the Second Ring Road. There were three large open spaces, which together covered an area of ​​about four or five hundred square meters. Several houses on them had collapsed.

"It's right here, for one family, and it costs eight thousand yuan."

The place Deng Chen chose happened to be within her design scope. It was right next to the edge of the Third Ring Road, and the canal she designed flowed through here.

If you really buy this, it's okay.

I'm just afraid that her design won't be approved.

Ying Han told Deng Chen about this, and Deng Chen smiled and said, "I believe your design will definitely pass."

Ying Han smiled and said, "I don't even have confidence myself."

Deng Chen smiled silently. He had this feeling and believed her.

"If you think it's suitable, you can negotiate the price with them. This place is quite remote."

Deng Chen also meant this. In fact, he had already decided that there was no need to bring Ying Han along.

I just want her to come over and take a look.

Now, looking at the sweat dripping down her forehead, I felt that I was too reckless. I could have come at night when it was cooler.

"There's a store up ahead. I'm going to buy two ice creams."

Deng Chen doesn't eat this much, so the two of them went to a shady place and sat on a stone bench, eating ice cream while resting and chatting.

Because the steel plant's house is to be delivered tomorrow, Ying Han only now realized that he was responsible for the steel plant's house.

After eating ice cream, they rode their bikes back together.

Ying Han's back was seen by Wang Xiu'e who was selling canned food.

The man next to her, with his arm that hardly moved, was so eye-catching that she recognized him at a glance as the disabled man from the Deng family.

Wang Xiu'e snorted disdainfully, with calculation in her eyes.

Wang Erliang’s case has not been investigated clearly yet, and his family is in a state of panic.

Only Wang Xiu'e was indifferent to the matter. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, and she happened to know some inside stories of the food factory in her previous life.

I contacted someone and got her a few hundred bottles of cheap canned food and mooncakes.

She deliberately went to remote retail supply and marketing cooperatives to sell her products.

Today's harvest was not small. She has sold dozens of bottles.

I made dozens of dollars just from canned food.

It’s a pity that she doesn’t have that much capital. If she did, she would definitely earn more.