"Jingle bell"

The crisp ringtone of the cell phone interrupted Jiang Shaotian's wild thoughts.

"Hey~~"

"Hey, Director Jiang, it's me, Lao Mo. I brought you the Chinese medicinal materials. Are you taking her to the Affiliated Hospital or somewhere else?"

There was a loud noise from the other end of the phone receiver, mixed with the piercing whistle. It must have been Mr. Mo himself driving the delivery.

"Mr. Mo, please deliver the goods to Laojie, and I will send you the location now!"

After Jiang Shaotian hung up the phone, he sent his location and waited for him at the intersection outside.

"My dear! Let's have dinner at my house for lunch and let's have a drink!"

When passing by Boss Mao's house, Boss Mao came out and shouted enthusiastically.

"Uncle, I have guests at home at noon. I'm not too embarrassed to go to your house for dinner."

Jiang Shaotian smiled and said.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Isn't it just extra pairs of chopsticks and extra bowls?" Boss Mao ran to him and lowered his voice: "Is your girlfriend coming over?"

"No, it was the boss of the medicinal material company who sent me Chinese medicinal materials."

"Ah! Then I have to invite people over for dinner. I have decided so happily. I'm going to kill the chicken!"

"Uncle Mao..."

How could Boss Mao care about him?

After saying that, he ran directly in to kill the chicken and cook.

Jiang Shaotian smiled happily and walked towards the intersection ahead.

It’s been a long time since I walked slowly and leisurely on a familiar street like this.

The street scene is still the same as usual, full of age and warmth.

Neighbors are still the same neighbors as before.

Nothing here has changed.

What has changed is time and my own circumstances.

In a few decades, I don’t know if the old street will still exist.

Will the people here still be as honest, simple and warm-hearted as they are now?

"Dudu"

A shrill horn sounded nearby.

Mr. Mo lowered the glass, stuck his head out and said, "Director Jiang, do you live here?"

"Yes. Go straight for a hundred meters, turn right, and go forward 50 meters. On the left is my medical clinic."

Jiang Shaotian came to his senses and pointed to the intersection behind him.

"Okay!"

Mr. Mo smiled and drove the big truck forward.

Jiang Shaotian trotted after him.

When the big truck stopped at the door, Jiang Shaotian happened to run to the door.

"Hey, Director Jiang is in good physical condition and can run so fast!"

Mr. Mo jumped out of the car and praised with envy.

He has reached the middle-aged and fat age, with a big beer belly. He is sweating all the time when climbing stairs, and his legs are weak.

Naturally, I was very envious of Jiang Shaotian's good looks and slender figure.

"That's great! Thank you for your hard work. It's hot. Come in and have a glass of water!"

After Jiang Shaotian thanked him politely, he immediately called him in to drink water and cool off.

"I'm telling you, fat people are most afraid of heat. When summer comes, I use the air conditioner and fan to blow on at home, and I'm shirtless, hehe."

Mo Yan had the same physique as him, he was broad-minded and fat, carefree, and especially easy to talk to.

However, he has a unique height that southerners do not have, so he looks tall and strong, very much like a northerner's physique.

"Just exercise more, walk around, come in and eat watermelon to quench your thirst."

Jiang Shaotian and him entered the kitchen one after another, and then brought out the watermelon slices, sour plums and other fruits that had been prepared long ago.

After Mr. Mo's arrangements were made, Jiang Shaotian came out to unload the goods. A cart full of Chinese medicinal materials weighed about 200 kilograms, which could just fill the drawers on the first floor.

The Chinese medicinal materials in the carriage are all sorted and packaged according to product name, price, grade, etc., so Jiang Shaotian can move them quite quickly.

After a while, Mo Yan walked out and asked: "Director Jiang, where is the canteen here? I like cold drinks in summer, hehe!"

"Commissary? There's a Mao's Wholesale Department in front of it. Mr. Mo, you just go and spend money. Just charge it to my account!"

Jiang Shaotian jumped out of the carriage and pointed to the shop in front of him.

"Then why are you so embarrassed? You go ahead and I'll buy some snacks to eat, hehe."

Mr. Mo walked forward with a smile. He was about 1.8 meters tall and weighed 300 kilograms. When he walked, he felt like the earth was shaking.

"Well, we have to find a way to make him lose weight consciously."

Jiang Shaotian looked at his bloated steps and said to himself.

After that, we continued to carry the medicinal materials, and we finished carrying them in just a little while.

At this time, Mingzhu also heard the noise upstairs and came down, "Brother, the goods are coming so soon?"

"Well, everything is ready."

Jiang Shaotian jumped down carrying a box of medicinal materials and said.

"I'll help you."

"No, I can just do the rough work."

"Then I'll cook."

"No need."

"Then what am I going to do?" Mingzhu became unhappy and pouted, "It's no use for this, it's no use for that, am I just a little useless thing?"

"What I mean is, go to Uncle Mao's house for lunch at noon. If you want to find something to do, go and write down these medicinal materials, and then find the corresponding drawer."

Jiang Shaotian walked in carrying a box and pointed at the dazzling array of drawers.

"My God, there are so many! I'm dazzled!"

Mingzhu turned around and saw that hundreds of drawers were labeled with the scientific name of a Chinese herbal medicine. Most people couldn't remember it at all, and they couldn't quickly find the corresponding drawer.

"Remember it slowly, I will test you tomorrow."

"!!!"

Mingzhu stamped her feet and had to frantically remember the scientific names of Chinese medicinal materials.

"Sister, you should not only memorize the scientific names of Chinese medicinal materials, but also the medicinal materials! Don't get confused, human life is a matter of vital importance!"

Jiang Shaotian came over, patted Mingzhu on the shoulder and said.

"I know, I know, you're the one who's nagging me."

Mingzhu covered her ears, walked to the first row of drawers, looked at the medicinal materials first, then looked at the names of the medicinal materials, and so on.

She always has her own way of remembering things, and after practicing it, it works very well.

In a moment, Jiang Shaotian carried all the two hundred kilograms of medicinal materials out of the car and placed them in the corresponding drawers.

"I'll go upstairs and change my clothes, and we'll go to Uncle Mao's house later..."

Before Jiang Shaotian finished speaking, Boss Mao rushed in at a sprint speed of 100 meters and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good, the fat man fainted!"

"Fat man? Died?"

Jiang Shaotian was startled, reacted immediately, and ran towards Boss Mao's house.

"Uncle Mao, which fat guy?"

Mingzhu asked with a confused look on her face.

"The fat man who delivered the goods to your house drank 2 bottles of cold drinks, 12 popsicles, and 3 boxes of ice cream in one go at my house. Before he finished eating, he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground..."

Boss Mao said, patting his chest that was beating wildly.

"12 popsicles...oh my god!"

Mingzhu stretched out ten fingers and said dumbfounded.

"Oh, let's not talk anymore. I have to go and take a look, but I must not let anything happen."

Boss Mao ran out again worriedly.
To be continued...