Chapter 342 Grandma

   The rain kept falling, and Tang Zhixi gradually fell asleep in Ye Hanzhi's arms.

  Hearing her steady breathing, Ye Han touched her head with one hand, and patted her back lightly with the other.

  He looked at the rain dripping from the eaves, and based on what he knew now, he pieced together the little girl's previous life.

   Earlier, get to know her earlier.

  Before Nan Xiao died, or before Tang Zhixi died, or she met Jing Yanbai instead of him. Then can he protect the little girl?

   Let her be happy all her life, carefree, act like a baby and willful.

  No hate, no guilt.

   After sitting on the folding bed for a while, Ye Hanzhi carried her back to the bed.

   When putting him on the bed, Tang Zhixi opened his eyes and took a look at him.

   "Sleep." Ye Hanzhi whispered.

  Tang Zhixi's eyes were a little confused, and after staring at the person in front of her for a while, she murmured vaguely: "Brother Han."

   "Huh?" The voice was too low and vague, Ye Hanzhi couldn't hear clearly, "What?"

   Tang Zhixi looked at him for a while, then closed her eyes again, and fell asleep.

  Ye Hanzhi raised the corners of his mouth, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, and then gently went to bed, lying beside her.

  In the morning, the rain stopped and the sun came out. But Tang Zhixi didn't wake up, and Ye Hanzhi didn't move, and slept with her until after ten o'clock.

  After waking up, Tang Zhixi didn't get up either.

   Instead, she waited for Ye Hanzhi to cook before she got up to wash up and help.

   After dropping another plate, Ye Hanzhi took her by the hand and led her to the yard. After kissing the person for a while, he said: "Play here for a while, and eat in a while."

   Tang Zhixi: "."

  Pour cold water on a sweet date?

   Tang Zhixi ignored him and wandered around the yard by herself.

  There is a lot of grass growing in the yard, because it rained last night and the ground is still very wet.

  Tang Zhixi was walking on the cobblestone path, and looked at the sapling left over from the New Year from a distance.

  The seedlings are very thin, but full of green leaves.

   Looks very energetic.

   And it’s a brandy.

  Really Tang Zhixi's favorite flower.

  Tang Zhixi raised the corners of her mouth, remembering what Ye Hanzhi said during the Chinese New Year, when the tree grows up, they will enjoy the shade under the tree.

  I also remembered that sentence last night.

   She's always there, just with you in a different way.

   After looking at the tree for a while, she followed the gravel path to the back of the house.

  There is an open space behind the house, where some vegetables were planted in the past, and there is a chicken coop beside the wall, where several hens are raised.

  After she woke up here, she ate all the eggs laid by those chickens.

   Even grandma didn't eat it, so I gave it all to her.

  Even so, in the end a chicken died because of her.

  Now the backyard is full of weeds, and the weeds are also mixed with these green vegetables.

  Even by the wall, Tang Zhixi saw a small red tomato.

  She looked at it for a while, then pushed aside the grass on the side and walked over.

   There is still a lot of rain on the grass, and the clothes on my body are a little wet.

   Walking to the edge of the fence, she took a step towards the little Xihong and reached out to pick it up.

   But as soon as her foot stepped on it, the lower part collapsed. With nothing under her feet, her outstretched hand immediately pressed down on the wall beside her, stabilizing her body.

  She thought that the perimeter of the wall was washed away by rain.

  But when she withdrew her feet, she saw a little iron sheet exposed under the soil.

  She narrowed her eyes, squatted down, and pulled out the surrounding grass. The soil on the surface was pulled away, and there was something underneath, like an iron box.

  She broke a branch from the wall, dug up the soil completely, and took out the iron box.

   It should have been buried underground for many years, and the iron sheet was corroded. The soil covered on it also became thinner and thinner as the rain washed away again and again.

  So Tang Zhixi stepped down just now and broke the iron box.

   "Little girl."

  Tang Zhixi turned around when she heard the voice.

  Ye Hanzhi saw her squatting behind the weeds and her clothes were soaked: "Why did you go there?"

  Tang Zhixi was afraid that he would walk in, so she got up with the iron box and picked the tomato just now.

  She came out with the box, gave Ye Hanzhi a look at the tomato and said, "I'll give you an extra meal."

  Ye Hanzhi smiled, and raised his hand to wipe the water droplets on her face. Then she looked at the sunken box in her hand: "What is this?"

   "I don't know. I stepped on it and dug it out."

  Ye Hanzhi raised his eyebrows: "This can't be some cultural relic."

   Tang Zhixi: "."

  Ye Hanzhi took it from her hand with a smile, took hers with the other hand and said, "Go and open it."

  Back to the front yard, Ye Hanzhi asked Tang Zhixi to change her clothes, and then the two of them sat on the small stool.

  Ye Hanzhi used a wooden stick to pry the box open from the place where it was trampled.

  There is a thick stack of paper inside, and the outer layer is covered with a layer of waterproof paper, but the waterproof paper is torn, and a lot of water still enters inside.

   And there are places where bugs bite.

  Ye Hanzhi spread out the papers carefully, and carefully took them down one by one.

  The paper is written with a blue pen.

  Oxidized for a long time, whether it was handwriting or pen and ink smudged by rain, almost all disappeared.

   There are several pictures in front, only a little trace of smudge can be seen, and nothing on it can be seen.

   After a dozen or so sheets, I could finally see some handwriting, but it was still blurry.

  But still can see something.

   Probably some data, and some solvent names, and some specs like that.

   After reading dozens of photos in a row, I slowly pieced together something.

   is an experiment log.

  Handwritten, English experiment records.

   Compared with the current electronic version, it is not a standard. And it doesn't meet some record standards now.

  Ye Hanzhi frowned, and Tang Zhixi's pupils trembled.

   These things are all too familiar to the two of them.

  The Institute of Pharmaceutical Preparations will often be exposed to these.

  The two of them didn't speak, and turned back some more, and there were a few pictures in the middle that were relatively better preserved.

   But it is only relatively better.

   It can be seen that it is the molecular formula and structural formula of some antibiotics, antibacterial drugs and anti-tuberculosis drugs.

  The ones in the back are almost the same as the previous ones, and you can't tell what they are at all.

   It can only be seen from the incomplete indentation that it looks like a synthetic circuit diagram of some kind of drug.

   And judging from the relatively better ones in the middle. This recording method is more like a manuscript.

   A manuscript that records one's own research.

  The two looked at the stack of papers and were silent for a while, before Ye Hanzhi said: "Judging from the quality of the paper, it should be decades old."

   Tang Zhixi regained consciousness, she understood what Ye Hanzhi meant. It's probably something from Grandma: "I haven't seen that."

  Ye Hanzhi touched the rusted iron box again, and said: "These things seem to be carefully preserved, but they seem to be very casual."

  The iron box is of good quality, and the manuscript is wrapped with waterproof paper.

   But no matter how good the quality is, it will be bad if buried underground.

   The question of the length of time.

   "It's kind of like putting it there, whether it's good or bad, let it go." Ye Hanzhi said.

   Tang Zhixi looked at the papers and said nothing. Someone almost turned this place upside down back then.

   They are looking for something

   But judging from all traces, there were only four of them here, and there was nothing suspicious about them, and nothing was missing after she cleaned them up here.

  Zhao Lanchuan also said that if they came looking for something, it seems that they didn't find it.

  Since it was not found, why did it kill people?

   Too contradictory.

  Ye Hanzhi was also quiet for a while, and said: "The old lady is a little mysterious."

"She never mentioned her life experience." Tang Zhixi rubbed her fingers and recalled, "She only told me about Zhixi's life experience. Because she was afraid that after she left, Zhixi would be punished if she left Hanqing Village. The Song family bullied her, and Zhixi didn't know about her either."

  After all, there are so many books at home, the types are too rich, and the coverage is too wide.

   There are many books written by Tang Peihua himself. And many books have commentary on them.

  You can also feel Tang Peihua's knowledge from the usual chats.

  The most intuitive. The real Tang Zhixi has never been out of Hanqing Village, but she was taught so well.

   No matter how you look at it, the old lady doesn't look like someone who is willing to be in Hanqing Village.

   Unless there is something unavoidable.

  So she also asked the real Tang Zhixi, what did grandma do before? But she doesn't know.

   Just said, grandma didn't say anything, and didn't let me ask.

   "I also asked Song Zhengde in Yancheng, but he didn't know anything." Tang Zhixi said.

   There are only two chapters today.

   I want to go to bed early.

Goodnight, everyone.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)