90s: Koi beauty reborn and became rich

The original owner grew up with him, and they played together when they were young. However, as they grew older, the original owner went to the city to attend university, and the two of them had less and less interactions.

Yi Congxin smiled at him, neither saying yes nor no.

She had no intention of playing the victim to deliberately arouse sympathy, or turning her family affairs into gossip with a distorted meaning in the mouths of others.

Tell the village chief that you are seeking resource assistance, and there is no need to say anything unnecessary to Yi Dongliang.

"Congxin, don't blame my grandpa for his quick temper. He was busy at the village primary school and the old ancestral hall during the day, and just rushed home to have a meal, so..." Yi Dongliang explained hurriedly.

"No, my uncle said it very clearly. As long as I can come up with the money, this matter can be discussed. I'll leave first, you stay." Yi Congxin took the umbrella from Yi Dongliang's hand.

Yi Dongliang, however, still looked as if he was about to say something but hesitated. "Follow your heart. Otherwise, you should find someone else to get engaged first. Then your aunt won't dare to say anything else. I, I..."

Yi Congxin was stunned at first, then reached out to interrupt Yi Dongliang.

Seeing Yi Dongliang's anxious and burning eyes, she had to explain a little more, with a hint of coldness and alienation in her calm eyes:

"Brother Dongliang, getting married and engaged isn't the only path I can take. Please stop saying things like that. And please don't tell anyone about what I heard tonight. I don't want to make a big deal out of it and have the villagers laugh at my family."

"No, no, I will never tell you. I just want to help you..." Facing the beautiful and charming Yi Congxin, Yi Dongliang felt his worries stuck in his throat and was unable to speak.

"Brother Dongliang, thank you for your kindness." Yi Cong gave him a look, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and stopped to ask solemnly, "By the way, what did you just say about the ancestral hall and the primary school? Can you tell me more about it?"

She wanted to see if there were any other breakthroughs in terms of resource support.

After all, the more supporters she has, the more likely it is that this thing that "goes against ancestral rules" she wants to do will succeed.

Seeing that she was indeed not angry, Yi Dongliang didn't say anything else.

As he walked home with Yi Congxin, he talked about the recent heavy rains. The ancestral hall and the primary school were either leaking or collapsing. He was in urgent need of money, and his village chief was so worried that he couldn't sleep well.

Yi Congxin listened calmly, occasionally asking a question.

Yi Dongliang spoke clearly, and the two of them walked to the door of IKEA. Yi Congxin also understood the general situation.

She watched Yi Dongliang leave, then looked at the half-broken wooden door and thought for a long time, her mind becoming clearer and clearer.

Compared to repaying a favor or seeking revenge, "not being controlled by others" is her ultimate goal, and the starting point of all this must be to make some money first and then spend the money wisely.

By then, the blade will be sharpened so that when you chop it down, you can draw blood and hit the vital point directly.

A more complete plan gradually took shape in her mind.

The next morning, before daybreak, Yi Congxin packed up the herb-collecting tools left by Yi Huaizhong, put a few dried sweet potatoes in his pocket for lunch, rolled up his trouser legs and went out.

As soon as you go out, the mountain breeze with gusts of rain blows in your face, and you feel relaxed both physically and mentally.

She ran straight towards the back mountain. She vaguely remembered that there was an abandoned temple in the back mountain and some wild medicinal herbs near the temple.

Along the way, in addition to the wild delicacies that can be seen everywhere, such as plantain, houttuynia cordata, magnolia officinalis, Alisma orientalis, and coral reef... the mountains are a world of pure natural medicinal materials.

For Yi Congxin, who comes from a medical family, this gives him a sense of being at home.

In addition to satisfaction, she was more excited.

In the 90s, there were still many rare wild plants and animals in the mountains that had not been dug up and robbed by people who were eager for quick success and instant benefits. If we strengthen protection, actively develop and rationally utilize them from now on, why should the people in the mountains worry about not being able to become rich in the long run?

There are business opportunities and wealth everywhere, it just depends on whether she can seize the opportunity.

She doesn't even need to grasp so many. As long as she focuses on her core business, grasps one or two, and dares to be the first, she can rise again in this era and make her own career.

Yi Congxin suddenly felt her fighting spirit high and she broke out in a sweat. In the distance, she saw the top of the dilapidated temple.

Coming.

A faint coughing sound came with the wind, from far away to near, and the "crack" and "knock" coughing sounds became louder and louder.

Suddenly, the coughing stopped, followed by the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Yi Congxin was shocked and ran towards the direction of the sound, only to see a man with disheveled hair lying at the door of the dilapidated temple.

The man had messy hair covered with mud and dead leaves, his body was dirty, and his clothes were tattered, as if he hadn't changed them for a long time.

That crazy old man in the back mountain?

When Yi Huaizhong took the original owner up the mountain to collect herbs as a child, he had seen this crazy old man from afar. No one in the village knew where the old man came from. He had inexplicably appeared in the back mountain more than ten years ago.

She rarely came to the back mountain, and after so many years, she didn't expect the old man to still be there.

The old man was seen gasping for breath with his mouth open. His breathing was unstable and there was a rough wheezing sound in his throat, sending out a dangerous signal.

A mouthful of phlegm is not considered a disease for normal people, but for elderly people with insufficient energy, large phlegm plugs can block the throat or bronchi, causing difficulty in breathing and even suffocation and death.

In clinical practice, many elderly people just can’t spit out a mouthful of phlegm, which eventually leads to disaster!

Human life is at stake, Yi Congxin's nerves suddenly tensed up, and he had no time to think too much.

She hurriedly dropped the herbal medicine collecting tools in her hand, supported the old man's upper body, and slapped the old man's back with all her strength. After a few hard hits, the old man coughed loudly and finally spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

It is advisable to let out a long sigh from the heart.

The old man also took a few deep breaths, looked up at Yi Congxin, was stunned for a moment, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"Azhen? Azhen, are you here to see Dad?" he shouted hurriedly.

I don’t know if it’s because he hasn’t spoken to anyone for a long time, but the old man’s voice is very strange and has a strong accent.

Now it was Yi Congxin's turn to be slightly surprised.

Judging from his accent, he sounds like he is from Shanghai Port.

The old man kept mumbling to himself and calling her "Azhen".

She frowned slightly and looked at the old man intently, "Grandpa, I'm not Ah Zhen, my name is Cong Xin, Yi Cong Xin."

"No... not Ah Zhen..." The old man's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the light from before was gone, leaving only turbidity.

Yi Congxin didn't say anything more and helped him stand up.

The old man walked into the dilapidated temple in a daze, squatted in the haystack in the corner, and looked at Yi Congxin silently.

Yi Congxin could have just left, but out of her instinct as a doctor, she did not leave immediately.

If we leave the old man here like this, he might get choked by phlegm, and then there's no guarantee that anyone will save him.