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Chapter 1611 New Year Festival
The incident at the Ninth Middle School escalated rapidly and spread widely, with significant subsequent impacts, leading to even stricter enforcement recently.

For Wang Yan, there wasn't much other trouble, since the government was there for him. Those who came to kill him weren't powerful figures, saving him from further complications. But the outcome was definitely the same; after all, the boss's grandson was killed, so what did the others have to do?

Even if there are some troubles, as long as Wang Yan weathers the initial blow, it will be his turn to strike back. Or, to put it another way, those who oppose him because of this are all people he can deal with without much effort...

In short, this matter is over for Wang Yan. After this incident, Wang Yan believes that no one will be so irrational anymore, and he can now focus on his studies and watch his classmates squander their youth.

His life was very stable. Every day he would get up early to run around Zijin Mountain, go to school and read some leisure books, and then go home in the afternoon to cook a good meal. When he had a holiday, he would go out for a stroll.

Of course, he wasn't alone. Erqiang was always with him when he went out, and most of the time, Simei was also there to follow him around. Sanli was an honest girl; during holidays, she would stay home to do her homework and chores, only occasionally coming out to hang out and play...

It's worth mentioning that once, when Wang Yan and Er Qiang were strolling along the street, they encountered thieves. So Wang Yan found the thief gang and made a small fortune.

This reminded Wang Yan of this group again, and in the following period, he made several special trips and brought back several thousand yuan...

"Brother Yan, do I look good like this?" The four beauties happily posed on the street.

Erqiang complained, "You're so vain, you've already taken a whole roll of photos."

"You're beautiful, you're ugly." The four beauties snorted and continued to strike their beautiful poses.

Wang Yan adjusted the focus of a camera and took two pictures of the four beauties: "Okay, let's take a group photo of you. After taking so many pictures, they're all individual shots."

“Yes, yes, yes.” Sanli nodded repeatedly. “You should take a picture with us too. I see you have that air about you.”

"Okay, I'll take a few pictures of you first," Wang Yan agreed with a smile.

So, right there on the street in front of his house, Wang Yan set up his camera and took group photos of Erqiang, Sanli, and Simei. Then he set up his tripod and took individual photos of each of them, as well as a group photo. He perfectly captured his joy at having just bought a camera; he just wanted to take pictures.

Just as we finished taking a formal group photo and were about to try a more fashionable look, someone walked over with a child.

"Hey, taking pictures."

"Brother Weimin, Qiqi!" Simei skipped over, "Why are you here?"

Sanli's observation was more perceptive: "Brother, is Qiqi sick? He doesn't seem to have much energy."

“I caught a cold and have a fever. Wang Yan cured my cold, so I asked him to prescribe some medicine for me.” Qi Weimin nodded and looked at Wang Yan who was walking over. “I was thinking of using your previous prescription to get the medicine, but my mother said that the treatment for colds is different, so I didn’t dare to use it.”

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes differentiation of syndromes, such as internal and external, cold and heat, and so on. However, it's fine if you get the medicine according to the previous prescription. Colds and fevers can get better on their own, but it's just that it's not the right treatment and won't be very effective. Come here, Qiqi, let me take a look."

Wang Yan squatted down, examined Qi Qi's tongue and throat, and took her pulse by holding her hands. He then went home and wrote out a prescription.

"Here you go, Brother Weimin. Take a dose, boil three bowls of water down to one bowl, and then add some rock sugar at the end. Drink it tonight, sleep it off, and you should be better by tomorrow."

"Here'll give you two yuan." Qi Weimin took the prescription and took out some money from his pocket.

"It really doesn't cost any money, Brother Weimin. We're not that close. You're not just pitying me because I'm all alone, are you?"

"How could that be? Relationships are relationships, and medical treatment is medical treatment. You earned the money through your own abilities, so you should give it to me. Besides, I gave too little money. Otherwise, a child's medical treatment would cost at least four or five yuan."

“You still have to pay for the medicine, it’s not cheap at all.” Wang Yan waved his hand and pointed to the camera that Erqiang had brought in. “Look, this is my new camera, the lenses alone cost several hundred yuan. I really don’t need your two yuan. If I really couldn’t afford to eat, I’d think two yuan was too little. Take it back now.”

Qi Weimin glanced at Qi Qi, who was being held by Er Qiang and fed apples by San Li and Si Mei, smiled, and ultimately took the money back.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, I won't give it to you. I'll buy you something nice to eat another day; I've heard you love good food."

"Is that what Si Mei said? I'm just a spendthrift. Money comes too easily, and nobody cares how I spend it, so I just do whatever makes me comfortable." Wang Yan laughed heartily, completely unaware that he was a spendthrift.

"My older brother must have said it too, he's closest to Brother Weimin." Si Mei didn't forget to bring up her older brother, "Right, Brother Weimin?"

"Yes, yes, Xiao Si Mei, your older brother said even more than you did," Qi Weimin said to Wang Yan. "It's because what you did was so amazing. I've heard about your deeds at school."

Wang Yan patted the camera and laughed, "That's why you're living so comfortably; it's all because of their compensation."

"Then you have to be more careful with your spending. You have to think about the future. You're still young and can't earn money yet. It will be another five years before you become an adult. If you get into university, it will be another nine years before you start working. Although you can tutor, it's not as good as having a job. If you spend money recklessly now, you'll have to live a hard life later."

“I know, Brother Weimin. But generally speaking, the country is developing better and better, and we live in the city, so we definitely won’t starve. I’m just taking it one day at a time. As for the hard times ahead, there’s always a way out.”

Wang Yan looked at the four beauties and said with a grin, "The four beauties said that they would treat me to a life of luxury once they start making money."

"That's for sure. I don't care about my dad, I only care about you, Brother Yan!" Si Mei said very seriously, as if it were the truth.

These words, coupled with the expressions of the four beauties, made everyone laugh. Even Qiqi, who was running a fever and had little energy, grinned.

No one thought there was anything wrong with Si Mei ignoring her father's words, not even Qi Weimin, who was extremely benevolent.

To be honest, Qi Weimin hasn't had it easy either. His family is a constant source of worry, requiring him to take care of everything. However, the difference between him and Qiao Yicheng is that Qiao Yicheng's younger siblings, whom he raised, haven't become disloyal, while Qi Weimin's siblings are a different story…

This is typical of Wang Yan's daily life. As the weather gets colder, colds and fevers become more common, along with some chronic illnesses common in the elderly. Wang Yan is capable of treating these ailments, or at the very least, managing to keep his condition stable; there are precedents for this.

So at this time, quite a few people came to Wang Yan for medical treatment, so there was quite a market for him. Since they were all neighbors, Wang Yan didn't charge them money, but they would give him some money, just like Qi Weimin did, as a way of helping him out.

Of course, everyone who came to him for a prescription would also tell him about his fearsome reputation. In other places, he might not be so bad, but in this neighborhood, he was practically a ferocious beast. According to Erqiang, even the local thugs had quieted down, and there were no more thieves.

Aunt Wu, a neighbor of the Qiao family, also learned about Wang Yan's situation and recognized him. She had even come here before to get some medicine for a cold, of course, for her child. If it were her, she would just take a paracetamol tablet to tide her over, and the discomfort would pass in four or five days...

After buying the camera, Wang Yan turned his outings into street photography, taking pictures everywhere. Because he needed to develop film, he even turned one of the rooms in the east wing of his house into a darkroom, which cost a considerable amount of money.

He also took many photos of his neighbors; he went out with his camera every day, and neighbors would often want to take pictures too. The demand for photography among the people has always been high. Even the poorest families usually have a few old photos.

Wang Yan was kind-hearted and did a good deed. After all, he wasn't always asked to take photos, and not everyone needed him to take photos... Time flew by like water, and in the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's holiday.

As the Lunar New Year approaches, the streets are becoming increasingly lively. People with thick hair walk with their backs straight and their voices loud, happily shopping for New Year's goods with their families. The streets are filled with laughter and joy.

Click.

Wang Yan pressed the shutter, capturing the bustling scene of the street. Then he cocked the film, placed his hand on the focus ring, and scanned the surroundings, searching for the next scene to record.

"Wang Yan." Erqiang arrived at the house and looked up as he said, "There are only two days left until the New Year. My older brother asked me to invite you to our house for the New Year."

Wang Yan was standing on the roof of his house. His house was right at the intersection, and the north-south road next to it was bustling with people setting up stalls. From his rooftop, he had a good spot with a good angle…

He took another picture, then chuckled, "Why aren't you welcoming Brother Yicheng's greeting?"

"No, how could that be? Oh, you know I'm not good with words, but anyway, my whole family welcomes you, especially my dad. He's been wanting to try your cooking for ages. But this time, please don't..."

“It’s Chinese New Year, and we’ve been working on this all year, so we definitely need to eat and drink well. We still need to buy things. You all know I can eat a lot, so how can I not buy more? But don’t worry, I definitely won’t buy any other random stuff. I’ll just buy what I need to eat. Brother Yicheng is just overthinking things.”

Erqiang asked with a smile, "And what about my dad?"

"He just wanted to help me spend money."

"He's shameless!"

Wang Yan shook his head, not responding to that. After taking a few more photos and finishing a roll of film, he came down from the roof and called Erqiang outside.

Seeing Wang Yan buy a large piece of pork, Erqiang's eyes widened: "You're buying it already?"

"The New Year is just two days away, and things won't spoil, so let's prepare in advance. There's quite a lot of fatty meat here, let's take it back and render some oil first, and today we'll have some lard mixed with cracklings for rice..."

And so, Erqiang followed Wang Yan around for half a day, buying meat, fish, eggs, vegetables, fruits, and also some seasonings and other dried fruits and pastries, buying a whole bunch of random things.

Qiao Zuwang drank his wine with great relish, and the four beauties jumped for joy. Wang Yan ate at the Qiao family's house that very day, making it feel like the New Year was coming early...

"Oh, Wang Yan, you're spending the New Year at the Qiao family's house?" Aunt Wu greeted him warmly.

“Yes, Aunt Wu, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone at home either, but his family is so lively.” Wang Yan’s words were filled with a loneliness that brought tears to one’s eyes.

Aunt Wu paused for a moment, then nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, the New Year should be lively and festive. Look how thin you are, eat more, go on, go on."

"Happy New Year to you in advance, Aunt Wu."

Wang Yan smiled, then carried the things into the Qiao family's house...

"Brother Yan~" The four beauties are always the first to jump out and greet Wang Yan.

Then, seeing Qiao Yicheng get up and take two steps forward, Si Mei coughed twice, saying mischievously, "Didn't you already buy a lot of things? Why did you buy so much again?"

Yicheng opened his mouth as if to speak, but swallowed his words and shook his head with a wry smile.

Wang Yan laughed heartily, brushed Si Mei's braid, and replied to Yi Cheng: "These were sent to me by the leaders of the street and the neighborhood committee. There are quite a lot of things. There is enough rice, flour and cooking oil for me to eat for a year and there is still more. I also took two portions of apples, pears and the like, as well as canned goods, vermicelli, knife fish and the like."

They said they bought it from a factory that wasn't doing well, so I guess I got lucky. I can't possibly eat all that stuff; it'll just go bad if I leave it too long, and I don't have anyone to give it to me, so I ate it all. Simei, have some candy. Aunt Li from the neighborhood committee bought it for me. I don't really like it, so I'll just keep a few pieces. Think about giving some to Qiqi later, don't eat it all yourself.”

"Don't worry, Brother Yan, I'll send it to Qiqi tomorrow." Si Mei happily took the candy and walked to the side to unwrap it.

The things in Wang Yan's hands were taken by Yi Cheng and Er Qiang, while San Li took the coat that Wang Yan had taken off and put it away.

Just then, Si Mei unwrapped a candy and was about to put one in her mouth when she saw a rough hand reach over, grab the candy, and stuff it into its own mouth.

"Ah!" the four beauties cried out in dissatisfaction.

Qiao Zuwang slapped the back of Si Mei's head: "You little devil, are you unhappy that your old man ate a piece of candy from you?"

"Then don't take the ones I've already peeled, they're so annoying!" Si Mei pouted, hugged the candy away from her father, quickly ate a piece herself, and then gave one piece of candy to Yi Cheng and the others to eat.

Qiao Zuwang, with his hands behind his back and sucking on a candy, said, "Wang Yan, thank you for your hard work. I can't eat anything after eating your cooking. I've been drooling for the past two weeks thinking about the New Year."

Wang Yan laughed heartily, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "Let's get started. First, we'll boil some meat and make some bone broth."

"You're not acting like an adult," Yicheng said, then put his arm around Wang Yan's shoulder. "I've almost finished preparing the vegetables this morning, let me help you."

Seeing Wang Yan nod with a smile, Yi Cheng laughed and said, "People are just greedy. I used to refuse to let you cook, but after eating your cooking a few times, I'm afraid of wasting good food. Your cooking is still the best!"

"Brother Yicheng is a very honest man. Uncle Qiao is right. Whoever makes the best food should make it. It's no big deal."

“I told you so, but he still bared his teeth at his old man.”

Qiao Zuwang scolded his eldest son, then patted Wang Yan on the shoulder with satisfaction, "It's still you, Wang Yan, we're really compatible. You're so tall, can you drink? It's New Year's Day, let's have a drink together. Why are you glaring at me? Back when I was this age, I was already drinking."

Wang Yan waved his hand: "It's alright, I have strong blood and energy, I can basically drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

So Qiao Zuwang was not satisfied. When Wang Yan finished cooking and everyone sat around the table happily eating and drinking, after a couple of drinks, Qiao Zuwang behaved himself and left the table in less than half an hour.

Only Wang Yan and the four Qiao siblings remained, chatting and dreaming about a better life. They said they wanted to buy a TV so they could watch the Spring Festival Gala at home during the New Year...

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