Zhang Hongcheng asked his busy attending physician when he could be discharged from the hospital.
"Your head wound needs to be monitored for a few more days. And the area on your lower thigh is most likely to get inflamed if you report to the wetland now. So, at least the wound needs to be healed and the inflammation reduced before you leave."
"Can you get me a new nurse to change the dressing?"
The doctor rolled his eyes at him.
"Just forget it. Only Xiaochu doesn't mind. There's only one regular nurse now, and she's in the obstetrics and gynecology department. She's fine with all the other patients she takes care of, but you're the only one being so pretentious!"
Zhang Hongcheng returned to the ward speechlessly and just happened to see Chu Miaohong tidying up his bed.
Chu Miaohong tilted her head and looked at him indifferently.
"Did you just complain to me?"
"Ahahahahahaha, no way, no way? What's the relationship between us? We're just revolutionary comrades! Why are you so suspicious?"
"Sit still, butt exposed, ready for the injection."
Zhang Hongcheng smiled and stared at the other person's hand.
Fortunately, today Chu Miaohong's hand moved over a pile of syringes and she finally chose a thin one.
She prepared the medicine and when she was about to insert the needle, she suddenly said something lightly.
"Whether an injection hurts or not has little to do with the needle; it depends mainly on the person."
“Roar, roar, roar, roar~~~~.”
A little kid in a hospital gown hid at the door, looking at Zhang Hongcheng howling like a ghost, and scratched his face twice in disdain.
"This brother is so timid. He never cries when I get an injection."
Chu Miaohong couldn't help laughing when she heard this. Zhang Hongcheng turned around and saw it, and was stunned for a moment.
It looks really good. Eh, it doesn’t seem to hurt so much anymore?
......
The fat man sent a few more bills to Zhang Hongcheng in his letter today, but the kid was very arrogant now and did not mention the honorific title of "godfather" at all in the letter.
There was also a piece of newspaper clipping in the envelope. It was an old newspaper that the fat man had cut out from his new godmother's house.
Zuo Yuxiang carefully preserved every newspaper that published his family's missing person notice.
The newspaper sent by the fat man was called "Hulin News", and the headline on the front page was the news about this ice flood in history.
In real history, the Maogutun Dam eventually broke and lasted for most of the day, and was only re-blocked by the reinforcements.
It seems that my efforts to show off this time were not in vain.
He was just about to get rid of the newspaper cutting when suddenly his eyes fixed on the back of it.
It was a communication the size of a block of tofu.
It was also accompanied by a blurry black and white picture.
"On April 15th,... Deng was found to have secretly hidden and sold feudal calligraphy and paintings... All of them were burned..."
In the blurry black-and-white photo, a skinny old man lowered his head towards the camera, holding a calligraphy piece in his hand.
Although he couldn't see clearly what the calligraphy was, Zhang Hongcheng's heart moved slightly.
Today is April 13th, and there is still more than a day left before the black market in Hulin City is shut down...
Chu Miaohong carefully checked several times and confirmed that the cut on the back of Zhang Hongcheng's head had completely healed before she agreed to stop bandaging him.
Zhang Hongcheng slipped out of the hospital under the pretext of going out to buy some nutritional supplements and headed straight to the west of Hulin.
Before leaving, he also stole Chu Miaohong's cotton mask.
Going to the black market, this is standard.
The Hulun black market is similar to the one in Yunxi Town, both are hidden in an alley with many connections.
Wearing a mask and pulling down his dog-skin hat, Zhang Hongcheng walked into the alley with his hands in his sleeves.
No one is in charge of the black market in Hulin, so no one comes forward to collect fees.
Zhang Hongcheng turned around a few times with purpose and quickly locked onto a skinny old man.
The old man did not wear a mask, but covered his face with a scarf.
It's April and the ice and snow have melted. With the scorching sun today, the old man's forehead is covered in sweat.
I guess it was because of the scarf, and secondly, because he was scared.
It would have been fine if he had just bought and sold grain bills on the black market, but what he was selling were calligraphy and paintings.
Almost everyone subconsciously moved away from where he was standing.
Deng Chunli was actually a eunuch. After leaving the palace, he adopted a son and later helped his adopted son find a wife.
His daughter-in-law had just given birth to a grandson for the family, but she had no milk. Deng Chunli urgently needed money and tickets to provide nourishment for his daughter-in-law. It would be best if he could get some milk powder or malted milk.
His family was poor and didn't even have enough money to buy food. He had no choice but to take the risk.
Unfortunately, everyone only cares about food and clothing. Who wants calligraphy and paintings these days?
Deng Chunli had been there for three days, but no one paid any attention to him.
But today, a young man wearing a large mask and smelling a little of disinfectant came up to him.
It was Zhang Hongcheng.
Zhang Hongcheng didn't say much to Deng Chunli. He squatted down and picked up his things to take a closer look.
His way of doing things would get him ripped off at antique stalls in the future.
Deng Chunli took out three things to exchange for money and food.
Zhang Hongcheng was holding a copybook of calligraphy.
"I have heard of the joy of the orange tree, ..."
Zhang Hongcheng looked at Deng Chunli in surprise, pointing at the last collection seal.
"Isn't this someone else's?"
Deng Chunli's face turned pale.
Fortunately, Zhang Hongcheng asked again: "Is it true? How do I change it?"
Deng Chunli's voice is a little shrill.
"During the liberation, that guy escaped on his own. We divided the things he left behind. It must be real!"
"Twenty jin, no, fifteen jin of grain coupons. Do you have any meat coupons? If you have a non-staple food coupon, I'll exchange it for it."
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