What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

nine in the morning.

Wangjiang, Fang Moxuan's home.

Zhang Xiaoan opened his eyes and yawned.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked at Fang Moxuan's arm on his body.

A smile appeared on Zhang Xiaoan's face, he picked up the mobile phone beside him and took a photo of the scene.

Then he reached out and pushed Fang Moxuan: "Wake up, don't sleep, wake up quickly."

"Ha~" Fang Moxuan yawned, opened her eyes and asked drowsily: "...What are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaoan showed the photo on his phone and said to her: "Take a good look for yourself, you have crossed the line."

"Oh...so what?"

"According to the rules you set before, whoever's limbs cross the line will have to pay the other two hundred yuan."

It's a bad idea of ​​an old couple to draw a 38-point line on the bed. Whoever's body crosses the line will give the other person 200 yuan.

The rules were set by Fang Moxuan three days ago. So far, Zhang Xiaoan has spent two thousand yuan.

I finally got this opportunity today.

If you don’t take revenge!

There is no way at all.

"Did I cross the line? Are you kidding me?"

Fang Moxuan sat up and pushed Zhang Xiaoan to the bed, then drew a 38 line that occupied two-thirds of the entire bed.

"You owe me two hundred ang!"

Fang Moxuan glanced at him, put on her pajamas and got out of bed.

As soon as she opened the door, a thick puff of smoke hit her face.

Fang Moxuan was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "Zhang Qingyang! What are you doing again?!"

Zhang Xiaoan, who was on the bed, was also overcome by the smoke. He rolled out of bed and rushed to the kitchen wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.

……

In the kitchen.

The iron pot on the gas stove was burning with a blazing fire.

Zhang Qingyang closed his eyes, and two lines of hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

He was groping around like a blind man, shouting while groping: "Don't come over here, trust me, I can handle the scene, damn it!"

As Zhang Qingyang spoke, his foot slipped and he fell to the ground.

"Oh! I'm really impressed by you!"

Fang Moxuan finished speaking speechlessly, then took half a basin of cold water and poured it into the iron pot.

"No! There's oil in the pot!"

Zhang Xiaoan stopped him with an exclamation.

But he still said it was too late, and Fang Moxuan poured a basin of cold water on it.

"rub!"

The flames shot up half a meter high.

Zhang Xiaoan quickly stood in front of Fang Moxuan, and the flames burned off half of his eyebrows.

Zhang Xiaoan collapsed and shouted: "I'm convinced! Are you two pigs?!!!"

……

After a long time.

The fire was put out by Zhang Xiaoan, and the kitchen was in a mess.

Zhang Xiaoan and the three of them sat at the dining table, each nibbling the dry bread in their hands.

Fang Moxuan and Zhang Qingyang lowered their heads to gnaw bread, and from time to time raised their heads to secretly glance at Zhang Xiaoan.

"Hey Hey……"

"Hey...hahahaha!" Zhang Qingyang pointed at Zhang Xiaoan and said, "You look so ugly without eyebrows!"

"Ok?"

Zhang Xiaoan stood up angrily.

Oh shit!

The following is wrong, right?

If you, a pig, had to make breakfast, would I have lost half an eyebrow?

"Grandson! Just wait for me!"

Zhang Xiaoan walked into the bathroom, found Fang Moxuan's eyebrow razor, then returned to the dining table, pressed Zhang Qingyang on the table, and shaved off his eyebrows in three strokes.

No matter how hard Zhang Qingyang struggled, it was to no avail.

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahaha... vomit~" Fang Moxuan laughed and vomited when she saw the two of them like that.

Especially Zhang Qingyang's eyebrowless look, he doesn't look like a good person at all.

Of course.

In this family, it doesn't matter how Fang Moxuan laughs, because he is the eldest child, Zhang Xiaoan is the second eldest child, and Zhang Qingyang is the last one.

Should I say it or not, the three of them, the grandfather and grandson, live happily together and are quite harmonious.

Fang Moxuan did not have any prejudice against Zhang Qingyang because of her previous conflict with him.

On the contrary, the way she moves and behaves, she has the demeanor that a grandma should have!

……

After breakfast, the three of them went about their own business.

Fang Moxuan went to the village in the slum area to find Qingyue.

Qingyue's grandfather was buried yesterday. After she sends away her distant relatives today, she will move here to live with Fang Moxuan for a few days.

Zhang Xiaoan, on the other hand, led Zhang Qingyang straight to Mingjun Hospital.

Wait until he gets to the hospital.

There are two large trucks parked in front of the hospital. They are trucks from the Zhangjia Freight Company that drove over from Hanking.

Zhang Xiaoan walked closer and asked a hospital employee who was directing the unloading of the goods: "What is in the car?"

"Mr. Zhang, the car is filled with medicines from the Zhang Group. Mr. Zhang Huairen sent someone to deliver them."

Zhang Xiaoan asked in surprise: "Is Zhang Huairen here?"

"Yes, Mr. Wang has already taken Wangjiang to the head office when he arrived in the morning."

"Ouch." Zhang Xiaoan nodded to express his understanding.

He turned his head and saw Zhang Qingyang leaning in front of the truck with an intoxicated face, sniffing the body of the truck vigorously.

Zhang Xiaoan raised his hand, slapped him, and asked, "What are you smelling?"

"Ah~" Zhang Qingyang opened his eyes and said with a drunken look on his face: "It smells like home~"

"Do you want to go home? If you want to go back, I will book a ticket for you now."

"Forget it, I'm an orphan now. How can I have a family?"

"You can think about something random every day. Wherever I am, you will always have a home." Zhang Xiaoan greeted: "Come with me, and we will study the operations of the hospital."

A separate office was set up for Zhang Xiaoan in the hospital.

After the two returned to the office, they began to make plans.

Mingjun Hospital in Wangjiang is the first experimental site established by the Zhang Group and is considered a social welfare medical site.

In addition to research and development expenses, the Zhang family spends another 100 million every year to treat patients.

This money is extra and has nothing to do with research and development. It is regarded as a 100 million donation from the Zhang family to Wangjiang.

These expenses are only used to treat patients. Based on the average medical treatment amount of one million per person, an amount of 100 million can help treat a hundred people.

In other words, for these one hundred patients, treatment is free.

All their medical expenses are paid by the Zhang Group.

Of course.

Not everyone can enjoy free medical treatment.

These one hundred patients must all be the kind of poor people whose families are so poor that they can't take the blame and break a dime in half to spend it.

Zhang Xiaoan put the data he had checked in recent days on the table and said: "The population data I checked recently show that the permanent population of Jiang Province is still about 30 million."

"Not counting other diseases, there are more than 2 million terminally ill patients alone."

Zhang Qingyang was shocked: "The ratio of thirty to two is not too low!"

"Well... based on the living habits of most people now, this data is actually pretty good." Zhang Xiaoan waved his hand: "Let's not talk about that first. What we have to do now is, from these two million people, Find a hundred people whose families are extremely poor.”

"Then we'll see if there are any virtuous girls in their family, and we'll get you a wife by the way."

"Ah..." Zhang Qingyang was confused: "Aren't you talking about medical treatment? Why are you bringing me here?"