Chapter 264: Internal Force?

"However, Second Brother, try to use your brain as little as possible during this period. Do not exceed five hours a day. Wait until a month later before appropriately increasing the duration."

"Alright, Big Brother, you can rest easy now, right?"

"Rest easy, rest easy." With Zhang Ping'an's endorsement, Lao Jia no longer insisted on seeing him off.

The two returned home, and Zhang Xiaohua had already packed two bags of Sijiucheng specialty snacks.

"Lao Jia, what did Ping'an say?"

"Heh heh, it's fine, Youwei has completely recovered."

"Sister-in-law, I already said it was fine. Besides, I can't carry these two big bags of stuff."

"Isn't there Youfu? Let him carry one for you. Also, take these two hundred yuan."

"Big Brother, Sister-in-law, I have a salary and don't worry about food or drink. I'll take the items, but I don't need the money."

"Fine, fine, fine, whatever you say."

Lao Jia gave Zhang Xiaohua a wink. Zhang Xiaohua understood instantly and stuffed the two hundred yuan into the very bottom of the bundle.

"Tomorrow morning, Dongxu and I will take you and Youfu to the train station. Go back to your room and rest early."

"Alright, Big Brother, Sister-in-law, I'll come back to visit you when I have time."

"Mm, alright."

The next day at eight o'clock, Lao Jia and Jia Dongxu sent Jia Youwei and the other to the train station. Even until the train moved far away, Lao Jia still stood where he was.

"Dad, let's go back. Second Uncle has his own things to be busy with. Anyway, we know the address, so we can just go over and visit when we have time."

"Mm, alright, let's go back."

Meanwhile, Zhang Ping'an carried two bags of tea leaves to the Xicheng Branch Bureau. His actions in Modu owed much to Wang Weiguo providing cover; otherwise, it might not have gone so smoothly.

"Wang Shu."

"You kid are back? Was that matter cleared up?"

"Mm, it's all cleared up. Although there were some twists and turns in the middle, the result is good."

"Mm, that's good."

"Wang Shu, these are two bags of tea leaves. The big bag can be put in the hot water room for everyone to brew tea, and you keep the small bag for yourself."

This big bag of tea leaves was exactly what Zhang Ping'an had collected and pan-fried yesterday in the Back Mountain of his hometown. The taste was average, but it was still better than ordinary tea leaves. Perhaps after watering it with Space Water a few more times, he could sell it to Jin Ye again.

"Sure. Whoa, this big bag isn't light."

"Three jin."

"No wonder. That's enough for them to drink for three to five months."

Leaving the Xicheng Branch Bureau, Zhang Ping'an brought some things to see the little ones at Qian Dahu's place.

"Xiaohu."

"Zh-Zhang, Director, q-q-q-quick, come in and sit."

After the three of them joined the pig farm, Zhang Ping'an had come to see them a few times. He thought highly of Qian Dahu's tough martial arts skills; perhaps they would be a source of help in the future.

"Mm, how are the younger brothers and sisters doing now?"

Now they all had household registrations and had directly completed their school enrollment procedures. Only the older Qian Xiaohu stayed home to be responsible for logistics, such as laundry and cooking.

"They're, they're... all doing well."

"Sit down, let me take a look at your stutter while I'm at it."

"Oh, oh, okay." Qian Xiaohu didn't know Zhang Ping'an knew medicine, and he didn't hold much hope.

Zhang Ping'an knew the general situation after taking his pulse: liver depression and Qi stagnation.

"I'll give you two needles first. Tomorrow I'll have your brother bring you two doses of medicine. After drinking them, you'll be much better."

"Sit still and don't move. Lianquan, Tongli, Neiguan, Taichong..."

"Oh, okay." Qian Xiaohu had an instinctive trust in Zhang Ping'an. Soon, he felt a faint sensation of Qi at the site of the Silver Needle.

"Internal Force?" He said with excitement after Zhang Ping'an finished his technique. He practiced martial arts, just not as powerfully as his brother Qian Dahu.

"There's no such thing as Internal Force, it's Qi."

Qian Xiaohu didn't care about that. He could persist in practicing martial arts because Qian Dahu kept telling him that if he practiced to the end, he could go from external to internal and become a unified whole.

"Director Zhang, don't lie to me. I understand, keep a low profile, right?"

Once Qian Xiaohu thought about how his big brother, who was so powerful, had been kicked away by Zhang Ping'an, he didn't find it strange that Zhang Ping'an had Internal Force.

"..."

"Right, right, right. You practice well, and in the future, you might also have Internal Force." Zhang Ping'an was between laughter and tears, and he was too lazy to argue with this stubborn guy.

After Zhang Ping'an left, Qian Xiaohu was still incredibly excited. A martial arts master, just now right before his eyes.

"Eh? I seem to have stopped stuttering?"

The next day at work, Zhang Ping'an handed the prepared medicinal herbs to Qian Dahu, only to find this guy also looking at him with a burning gaze.

"Dahu?"

"Director Zhang, do you have Internal Force?"

Zhang Ping'an supported his forehead with one hand. These two were truly biological brothers; he didn't know if they had been brainwashed into this or if they had read too many storybooks.

"Dahu, these are medicinal herbs. Take them back to your brother; he won't stutter anymore in the future. Also, read fewer storybooks."

Jia Youwei had also returned to Modu. He first arranged for Jia Youfu to rest, then placed a Pill into the water vat.

"Uncle Liu, I'll go buy a water vat to store water tomorrow. The one in the kitchen will be used exclusively for drinking water from now on."

"Sure, you go to sleep too. I'll call you in the afternoon."

Liu Wanzhou also knew that Jia Youwei had given all his money to the newly arrived Jia Youfu, but he had his own. His salary and pension over these years amounted to over twenty thousand, which he couldn't possibly spend.

"Alright."

Although he hadn't slept for a day and a night, Jia Youwei didn't feel very tired, but he still decided to return to his room for a short nap.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Jia Youwei took his things and went with Jia Youfu to pay their respects at Jia Daniu's grave.

"Youwei, can I move my father's grave back?"

"It should be possible; let's go to the Street Office and ask, though since it was an earth burial, I'm afraid moving the grave might be somewhat difficult."

"Mm, I understand."

Afterwards, Jia Youwei and the other man arrived at the Street Office to inquire about the specific details of moving a grave.

"The procedures are very troublesome; they require coordination between the Public Security of both places and other departments. Ahem, however, since so much time has passed, it's understandable if one or two graves are occasionally pried open, and if the people don't report it, the officials won't investigate."

Once the director of the Street Office saw the information, he knew it was the case Zhang Ping'an had come to investigate earlier; since they weren't outsiders, he simply gave them a few pointers.

"Alright, thank you for the advice, Director." Jia Youwei placed two packs of cigarettes on the corner of the desk.

"Youwei, do you know this director?" Jia Youfu asked after they left the Street Office.

"I don't know him; he probably just saw that it's inconvenient for us in both places and helped us on purpose."

In truth, Jia Youwei knew better; it was likely because of his connection to Zhang Ping'an, as Zhang Ping'an had been wearing a Public Security Uniform when he came that day.

The next day, the two of them hired a local expert in funeral rites to wrap up Jia Daniu's remains, and Jia Youfu immediately rushed back to Sijiucheng.

After seeing Jia Youfu off, Jia Youwei was finally able to settle down and organize the knowledge in his mind; for two months in a row, he had been silently absorbing and digesting it, occasionally helping the scrap station organize its scrap.

The books Jia Youwei read the most were about machinery, and the knowledge he prioritized organizing was also related to machinery.

At this time, Jia Youwei had already accumulated a terrifying amount of knowledge and was picking and choosing in the scrap station; he prepared to assemble a Bicycle by hand, and then a motorcycle—the surprise he wanted to give Zhang Ping'an was also a motorcycle.

Although his scrap station wasn't very large, it had all sorts of odds and ends; a batch of iron products had been consumed back in '58, otherwise he could have started assembling a motorcycle right now.

Liu Wanzhou also noticed Jia Youwei's actions and used his status as a former engineer to obtain a batch of discarded steel; now he had all the basic materials, and all that remained was a little bit of manual grinding and polishing.