[Depression value 1000]

The system accurately gives the old man's emotional value.

The system is a little surprised: it's only 1000!

Rong Ziyin: The old man is old, and he has seen big scenes.

What does it mean?

The system thought for a while before reacting, what a bullshit big scene, isn't this a roundabout way of saying that the old man is thick-skinned?

Rong Ziyin's dog is really gone. The system can hardly remember the first time it met Rong Ziyin, the little doctor Rong who looked particularly calm, smart, and grateful.

Rong Ziyin sighed: Life is not easy, people always have to grow up.

System: ...

Being shut down again, the system decided to cut off contact with Rong Gou for three minutes.

Rong Ziyin was already used to this kind of "revenge" after losing a fight, and he didn't want to coax him.

After being beaten by his father, the village chief's son finally stayed up all night and picked up two melons from the field that looked pretty good.

Rong Ziyin took the melons and then followed the village chief to the only guesthouse in the village.

In addition to the factory that buys ducks on a daily basis, there are few outsiders living in the village.

Therefore, the specifications of the village guesthouse are very simple, and even the mosquito coils and quilts were carried by the village chief from his own home.

"The conditions are limited, don't complain." After seeing Rong Ziyin's ability, the village chief no longer dared to look down on this young man who was not even older than his son, and his tone was much more respectful.

Rong Ziyin shook the second pot he had taken out from somewhere in his hand, and said in the village chief's accent, "Old man, let's have a drink together?"

The village chief was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Let's have a drink today. Don't be too weak tomorrow!"

[Pleasure Value 2000]

System: Huh? The old man is also in a high mood.

Rong Ziyin: Yes, if you ask me to drink, I will also be in a high mood.

System: ...

After all the fuss, Rong Ziyin and the village chief did sit together and have a good drink after ending the conversation in his mind.

Friendship between people is so simple. No matter how awkward it was when they met before, as long as they drink at the same table, they can immediately establish a relationship.

Although Rong Ziyin is young and sometimes speaks in a way that makes people feel uncomfortable, he is very upright and straightforward, so he can easily get along with others.

The village chief is in pain and happy at this moment.

However, the two of them did not just talk about useless things, but mainly talked about the ducks in the village.

On the surface, the epidemic has been controlled, but the recovery period after the epidemic is long and difficult.

"Hey, Xiaorong, you call me uncle, but I won't flatter you. You don't know that the turtles are always picky when they collect ducks. Now that the ducks are in full swing, I'm afraid they will bargain hard."

"The harvest in the fields is not good this year. I don't know how everyone will survive the winter!" After a glass of wine, every word the village chief said was full of bitterness.

When Rong Ziyin sent the village chief away, the old man leaned on his son with a staggering step, his eyes still a little red.

"Go back slowly, and take care of your father more."

"Well, don't worry, Doctor Rong." The village chief's son thought for a while and added, "My father is old, and he can't think straight. Don't take it to heart. Ya Zi can be cured, and our whole village is very grateful to you."

"This is what I should do." Rong Ziyin shook his head, turned on the light and sent the two away, but did not go back to the house immediately.

Although it was summer, it was also quite cool at night.

Old Wu quickly gave Rong Ziyin the coat and stood beside Rong Ziyin.

"Don't worry, that's how farmers are. Harvests can be good or bad, and the state will give some compensation for such a serious disease. There must be a way."

Rong Ziyin sighed, "It's not very optimistic. A large-scale disease has occurred in a farm. Even if it is cured, there is still such a reputation. Even if the duck disease is cured immediately, they sell meat ducks, and this quarter's earnings are destined to be wasted."

Rong Ziyin said too clearly, and Old Wu didn't know how to respond for a while.

Rong Ziyin turned to look at him, "Brother Wu, you are from the city, right!"

"Ah, yes." Old Wu nodded.

He came from the working class, and later he insisted on joining the army. His family said they would not allow it, but they thought the identity of a soldier was good. After he recovered, he was assigned to a security company. After Ji Shu asked him to leave, he had been helping Ji Shu openly and secretly.

If he hadn't come to protect Rong Ziyin, he really had never been to the countryside in person.

Rong Ziyin smiled, "I was born and raised in this village."

"But the village where I grew up mainly relies on crops. One year there was very little rain, and I, the only four-year-old cousin in the family, had to carry a small bucket and follow the rest of the family to grab water."

"The country took it very seriously and arranged a series of measures for artificial rainfall. But a natural disaster is a natural disaster. That winter was particularly hard to endure."

"What happened later?"

"Later..." Rong Ziyin paused, "It's a new era, not the old society. Every family has a stock of water, and there's no such thing as people starving to death. At most, life was a little difficult."

"But it took three years for the disaster to be completely alleviated. The good weather and good harvests afterwards were also a blessing from God."

"Sir, are you worried about the livelihoods of the people in the village?" Old Wu consciously used honorifics.

Rong Ziyin shook his head, "It's late, go back to sleep. We have to go to the far farm tomorrow."

After that, he went back to the house.

But lying on the bed, Rong Ziyin didn't fall asleep.

The system wanted to comfort him, but couldn't.

Just now when Rong Ziyin was talking to Lao Wu, the system accidentally peeked into a special childhood memory through Rong Ziyin's loosened defense.

Darkness, repression to the extreme.

Rong Ziyin was born in the 1990s. At that time, computers were not fully popular in China, even in cities. A 386 and a Nokia blue screen were enough to show off the wealth of the family.

For Lujia Village at that time, the output of grain from the fields represented their quality of life for the next year.

Therefore, the drought that year brought real hardship and poverty to Rong Ziyin's family.

Endless quarrels at the dinner table were about which of the three children in the family could continue to go to school after the spring.

With nine years of compulsory education, Lujia Village was not really that poor. But even so, the tuition and miscellaneous fees of two or three hundred yuan a year and the book fees of dozens of yuan still made this big family so embarrassed.

Later that winter, after finishing the work in the fields, Rong Ziyin's father went to the city with heavy luggage and worked on a construction site.

He did not return on New Year's Eve, just to ensure that his children could complete their studies smoothly.

The system has always known that Rong Ziyin has a terrifying obsession with learning. It even has the illusion sometimes that the heavens finally chose Rong Ziyin, not because Rong Ziyin was unlucky, but because Rong Ziyin could disregard everything for scientific research, including his life.

But in the memory, on New Year's Eve, there was only his mother's cold dining table, and the grandparents' sarcasm, which made him understand that Rong Ziyin was not a real academic god or a madman, he just had too much on his shoulders.

As the top scorer in the college entrance examination, Rong Ziyin finally chose Agricultural University. Perhaps, putting aside all the disguises, it was just because of the fear that the natural disaster brought to his heart.

For example, the separation of family members, and the fearful hearts of people.

The villagers have to work hard and rely on God for food. Rong Ziyin never asks for the luck of pie in the sky. He only hopes that he can alleviate their crisis. At least, once natural disasters or man-made disasters strike, these villagers can still have a bite to eat and can wait until the good harvest.

And this is perhaps the best explanation that Rong Ziyin can give to his deceased parents as a son.

The system suddenly felt very uncomfortable, but Rong Ziyin suddenly said to him, "Don't cry."

System: ...

Rong Ziyin: My father once said to me, he said, everything will pass.

System: What do you mean?

Rong Ziyin: It probably means that no matter how hard it is now, everything will be fine after you get through it.

When Rong Ziyin was a child, he particularly liked a small wild flower in the yard. He kept watching it

for a long time, but it was dug out by Rong Cun and thrown on the ground. Rong Ziyin cried for a long time in pain.

Later, his father came back from the field and saw it. He picked up a broken bowl that others didn't want as a flowerpot, planted the flower and placed it at the head of Rong Ziyin's bed.

After about three or four days, the leaves of the flower became lively and new buds appeared.

Rong Ziyin still remembered what his father said to him, "People are just like these wild flowers and weeds. They look sick, but they are actually strong!"

"It doesn't matter if you collapse for a while. Take it slow. Life will always go on and get better and better."

It was with his father's words in mind that Rong Ziyin slowly struggled out of the sadness of his parents' death, and walked forward step by step with steady steps, growing up and strengthening his heart.

But tonight, in this similar small mountain village, Rong Ziyin suddenly felt a little homesick.

But he, in fact, had no home for a long time.

Can't... think about it anymore. Rong Ziyin forced himself to close his eyes, empty his mind, and let himself fall asleep. There are things to do tomorrow, and he doesn't have time to indulge himself.

Maybe it was because of some thoughts that Rong Ziyin had, he tossed and turned all night and had a bad sleep.

When he woke up early the next morning, he was not very energetic. But after washing his face, he quickly got into work.

Sure enough, just as Rong Ziyin guessed, the situation was even worse at the farther farm. To make matters worse, they ran into the person in charge of the factory that purchased the ducks. He was not the one who usually came, but was said to be the younger brother of the factory owner. He had a fat belly, two thick gold chains around his neck, and a pair of sunglasses pinned backwards on the back of his head, as if the world could not accommodate him.

At this moment, he was pointing at the ducks with a haughty look on his face. "We understand that it is a natural disaster and a man-made disaster. But our factory must also be responsible to our customers."

"No matter whether you can cure them or not, we definitely won't accept sick ducks." These words were very reasonable, and even the villagers had nothing to say.

But this man was aggressive. On the one hand, he picked on the ducks' problems, and when the veterinarian in the city guaranteed that they could be cured and fully recovered, he still talked about irrelevant things.

Until the end, when the person in charge of the negotiations in the village was also confused, he finally told his ultimate goal.

"We can accept these sick ducks, but we can only accept them at the price of ducklings."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't buy them from us. It will be considered a breach of contract. Your village needs to compensate our factory for its losses."

The price of ducklings? That's no different from giving them away for free. Rong Ziyin felt something was wrong when he heard this, and turned to ask the village chief, "Did they pay in advance?"

The village chief nodded.

Rong Ziyin was surprised, "Didn't you indicate in the terms and conditions how to deal with a major epidemic?"

The village chief also had a tearful face, "Who would have thought, this is the first time our village has done this."

So to put it bluntly, they were probably deceived by this factory.

Even Rorschach frowned.

Just at this moment, the duck buyer picked up a breeding duck with a look of disgust and began to examine it carefully. "Once a beast gets sick, it's worthless."

As he said this, his eyes fell unceremoniously on the villagers who were accompanying them. His eyes seemed to say, "People are the same. There is no difference between them and ducks."

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

At this moment, Rong Ziyin suddenly laughed, "Then you'd better be careful not to get diarrhea, otherwise, the big gold chain will lose its value."

The man immediately turned to look at Rong Ziyin and said sharply, "What do you do? What do you mean by that?"

"A veterinarian from Yanjing." Rong Ziyin pointed at the duck in his hand and said in an innocent tone, "Duck is so delicious, why do you look down on duck?"