Chapter 266: One and a Half Years 2.0

Thinking that more than half a year had passed, and although he had Zhang Ping'an's Pill soaked in water, it still couldn't stop Liu Wanzhou from aging; Jia Youwei felt a bitter taste in his heart, and Liu Wanzhou saw it in his eyes.

"Youwei, the two of us have relied on each other for decades, and now that you have inherited my mantle, I truly have a successor."

"To be able to see you clear-headed before I go, and now even surpassing the master, I am already very satisfied."

"Uncle Liu, in the future, one of my children will have the surname Liu."

"Hahaha, good, good, good." Liu Wanzhou could no longer hold it back, his eyes brimming with tears.

In the days that followed, Liu Wanzhou spared no effort in passing all his experience to Jia Youwei, which also saved Jia Youwei from taking many wrong turns later on.

On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, after delivering gifts to his father-in-law's house, Zhang Ping'an went to see his master again.

"Ping'an, the Lou family has already begun to transfer the things in their hands. At the latest, we will go to Xiangjiang with them by the end of the year."

"With the Lou family?"

Zhang Ping'an remembered that in the show, the Lou family fled during the ten-year period, but then he patted his head; the plot was already such a mess, it certainly wouldn't follow the original plot now.

"Yes, several of Lou Bancheng's sons already have a foundation in Xiangjiang. The sooner we leave, the better."

"Can they be trusted?"

Although Lou Xiaoe and Wang Xiaoling were as close as one person, one had to be on guard against the rest of the Lou family.

"Hmm, rest assured, the eldest and the second son have some friendship with Lou Bancheng; taking us to Xiangjiang won't be a problem."

"Your two senior brothers will also go with us. Once the medical clinic opens, the eldest and second son can also do business normally. Our family won't be lacking."

"Good. I heard that it's not stable over in Xiangjiang. This year, I trained two bodyguards for you. If you take them with you, I can rest easy."

"Done." Regarding Zhang Ping'an, Lao Wang was ten thousand percent at ease; the people he taught certainly wouldn't be bad.

"Also, Grandpa, I have prepared some Yellow Fish..."

"Ping'an, I have quite a few large and small Yellow Fish, and the eldest and second son have even more. Keep yours for your own emergencies."

"Alright then." Zhang Ping'an didn't argue with Lao Wang; he would just let the two brothers take them when the time came.

Leaving the Pharmacy, Zhang Ping'an felt a bitter taste in his heart at the thought that it would be more than ten years before he could see his wife and children.

"Sigh."

Zhang Ping'an cherished the time that followed immensely. On his days off, he didn't go fishing with Yan Bugui, staying home all day to accompany his wife and children.

"Brother Ping'an, are you hiding something from me?" At night, after the two had finished their battle, Wang Xiaoling suddenly asked.

"No."

"You can't lie at all. Did my father and the others tell you something?"

Wang Xiaoling wasn't without any suspicion; she could feel that the professional relationship in the Pharmacy had changed, especially the attitude toward her father and second uncle.

"Rest assured, Xiao Ling, Master will handle everything."

"Hmm..."

At this time, in Zhang Laohan and his wife's room.

"Tell me, is Ping'an hiding something from us?"

"You felt it too? Ping'an has his reasons for not saying anything. Let's not ask; let's just pretend we don't know anything."

"Good..."

In April 1964, the hand-crafted motorcycle of Jia Youwei and his son was finally born; even the engine had been upgraded and modified by the father and son.

Li Huaide was also officially confirmed in his position in March, becoming the head of the Rolling Mill, and for a time, his influence was unrivaled.

"Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling."

"Hello? This is the Logistics Department."

"Ping'an, it's me, Jia Youwei. The surprise for you is ready. When do you have time to come over and take a look?"

"Lao Er, you really have a surprise?"

"Naturally. I promised you, and it took me nearly a year of hard work to get it done."

"Hmm... alright then, I'll come over in the next two days."

Zhang Ping'an didn't really want to go; now he wished he could be with his wife and children every day. This round trip would take at least four or five days, but this was a thank-you gift that the other party had carefully prepared for a year, so it wouldn't be right not to go.

"Done, then I'll wait for you."

"Good."

In the morning, Zhang Ping'an asked Li Huaide for five days off, told his family, and headed straight for Modu.

It was evening on the second day when Zhang Ping'an arrived in Modu. He took his Bicycle out of his space and followed the route in his memory to the scrap station.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Who is it?"

"Uncle Liu, it's me."

"Ping'an? Come, come, come, come in quickly."

Zhang Ping'an saw that the old man had aged quite a bit more; he reckoned he didn't have much time left. Liu Wanzhou had been tinkering with the motorcycle with Jia Youwei for the past half year, consuming a lot of energy; otherwise, he wouldn't have aged so quickly.

"Ping'an is here, come over and lift it to see."

"What is it, so mysterious?"

"You lift the curtain and you'll know."

"Good."

"This..." Zhang Ping'an lifted it and saw an imposing motorcycle. His first impression was that it was big and imposing, and he fell in love with it at first sight.

"Lao Er, Uncle Liu, did you two make this?"

"Hahaha, that's right. How is it? You like it, right?"

Jia Youwei was very satisfied with Zhang Ping'an's shocked expression. This was an upgrade and modification based on all the motorcycle data known on the market; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it subverted existing motorcycle models.

Zhang Ping'an now felt the gold content of mechanical engineers in this era; hand-crafting parts was truly a breeze. Of course, Jia Youwei's knowledge base was also terrifying.

"Awesome, simply awesome. Who wouldn't love this?"

"Hahaha, as long as you like it. You should just have it shipped back this time." Jia Youwei didn't have any connections, otherwise he wouldn't have made Zhang Ping'an make a special trip.

"Alright, can it be ridden?"

"Yes, we've already tested it in the courtyard, and there's still over half a tank of gas left."

"Good, good, good. I'll ride it to the station tomorrow night."

That evening, the three of them had a good drink, and Zhang Ping'an wondered whether he should tell Jia Youwei about his future misfortunes.

Liu Wanzhou was an engineer who had returned from studying abroad; his current physical condition wouldn't last until the time he would be targeted, but Jia Youwei was on the same household register as him, so life would likely be difficult for him then too, and it would be a pity if his skills were to go to waste.

"Lao Er, have you ever thought about developing your career outside?"

"Hm? What do you mean?"

"Well... I reckon Uncle Liu only has three or four months left, and I have some inside information; in the future, it's possible that..."

Zhang Ping'an gave Jia Youwei a rough summary of a small portion of what he had read in history books.

"Is it really that serious?"

Jia Youwei had been planning to return to Sijiucheng to find a job, get married, and have children after sending Liu Wanzhou away, but now his plans were all in disarray; if he went back, he might even drag Lao Jia and the others down with him.

"Yes, the information shouldn't be false."

"Let me think about it."

"Mm, actually, the main reason I came this time was to talk about this. I haven't told San Jie Fu and the others, but there's no rush; it really is something that should be considered carefully."

Jia Youwei was somewhat hesitant. He really enjoyed the company of his family, and having to be far away from them again was something he didn't want to experience, but he was even more afraid of implicating them, and his mind was even more chaotic than before.

The next evening, Zhang Ping'an started the motorcycle; it wasn't that exaggerated, street-shattering sound, but rather a low, powerful roar.

"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Ping'an took it for a test ride in the courtyard and was very satisfied.

"Take care, Uncle Liu. Lao Er, notify me in time if anything happens." After it was completely dark, Zhang Ping'an prepared to set off for the station.

"Alright, take it slow on the road."

Zhang Ping'an twisted the throttle and shot off. After getting away from the crowd, he stored the motorcycle in his space, then pedaled his Bicycle to the train station, spent the night in the space, and caught a train back to Sijiucheng early the next morning.