This was Feng Qingyan who opened the door with a anti-theft lock. He had a doll-like face and looked quite pleasant to the eye. With a cheerful laugh, he spotted the side dishes in Gu Weimin's hand at a glance. He rubbed his hands excitedly, "Brother Gu is here... As soon as Brother Gu arrives, it means that our food will be upgraded."

  Gu Weiqiang took a glance outside the door. With this heavy snowfall, no one would come to the foot of the mountain. He stood at the entrance and shook his body, shaking off the snowflakes on his cotton-padded jacket. "Come on, let's go in and have a couple of drinks to warm up," he said with a smile.

  Gu Weiqiang actually had nowhere to go. His wife had left, and he couldn't show any discomfort at home. The elderly were watching, the children were looking up to him, and he was the pillar of the Gu family's fourth house. He could only swallow his bitterness.

  After some thought, he still owed Old Feng a favor, and they weren't gossipers either. So he came to this thatched cottage.

  Inside the house, with the kang heated up, it was warm and cozy.

  After entering the house, Gu Weiqiang took off his cotton-padded jacket and put it on a chair. He looked at the two people huddled together on the kang, where a bamboo birdcage sat on the warming table, with Lang Yongling teasing the birds in high spirits.

  As for Feng Xian, he took the book and read it with great interest. If Gu Wei Qiang didn't see it wrong, this book was something he had picked up while running long distances. Unexpectedly, Doctor Feng didn't disdain it and took a liking to it.

  "Lang Lao Ye Zi, Old Feng, come on over, have a cup of tea, warm yourself up." Gu Wei Qiang familiarly removed his shoes and sat cross-legged on the heated bed. Only after sitting down did he realize that the heat was not quite right, and said, "What's going on, is there not enough firewood?"

  Old Feng put down the book on the kang, raised his eyelids and said, "Enough, your eldest daughter sent us a bundle of firewood last month. Be frugal and use it sparingly, it can be used until after the New Year." It was mentioned that Gu An'an would send firewood to these people, and she had no relation with Gu Wei Qiang. Gu An'an started going up the mountain to chop firewood when she was over ten years old. Once, she fell from the mountain and hurt her ankle. It was Feng Xian who helped set her bone. Gu An'an was also a grateful person. Every time she went up the mountain to chop firewood for her family, she would bring a bundle to their place, which was enough for three big men to use for a long time.

  There are three big men living here, Lang Yongling has been rich and noble for a lifetime, let alone cooking, he hasn't even lit a fire, Feng Xian is almost the same, he has spent his whole life studying medicine, only distinguishing between grains.

  Feng Qingyan, with a doll-like face, surprisingly knew how to chop firewood. As the pampered young master of the past decade or so, he had come to the countryside and worked hard to learn it, but if he really did the work, he was not as fast as An An. Although An An didn't like to talk, she was impatient by nature, and every time she took Feng Qingyan to chop firewood, watching him do it slowly made her anxious.

  They simply fought together and let Feng Qingyan carry it back by herself.

  Hearing that his own daughter was mentioned by these people, Gu Weiqiang felt uncomfortable and asked, "My daughter chops firewood for you? Why haven't I heard you mention it before?"

  Lang Yongling took over the conversation, "Who dares to say, after saying it, what if we don't get firewood? We're relying on An'an!", He heard the joke in his words clearly, but still felt uncomfortable. His daughter, Gu Wei's wife, he didn't even let her serve him a bowl of rice, how did she become a partner for carrying firewood here? He waved his hand, "From now on, go to the mountain yourself to get firewood, don't make my daughter do it."

  Feng Xian poured the peanuts into a coarse ceramic plate, filling it to the brim. He picked one up and tossed it into his mouth. "So now you're feeling heartache? You didn't seem to care before, letting them treat you differently. Now that your beloved daughter has run off with her mother-in-law, only this stubborn foolish girl is left."

  Gu Weimin smiled wryly, knowing that Feng Xian was a bit too venomous with his words. "Alright, let's not mention past matters. From now on, don't order my daughter around like this again."

  Changing the subject, he poured a cup of Erguotou for Old Master Lang and also one for Feng Xian. "For your help last time, my old friend is here to thank you." As he spoke, he clinked his cup against Feng Qingyang's. "And Qingyang, if there's anything in the future, just let me know, I'll definitely help if I can."

  Feng Qingyan had a doll-like face, looking exceptionally lovely. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Then I won't be polite, I mentioned that scalpel before, Brother Gu, when you have time, help me gather it."

  Gu Wei-qiang stood up, picked up the quilted jacket that was placed on the kang, and from the interlayer of the jacket, he pulled out a piece of cowhide about 20 cm long and 10 cm wide, with many small pockets on it. Each pocket had a shiny surgical knife inserted in it.

  The cowhide was spread out, with twelve surgical knives neatly arranged on it. Seeing this, even Feng Xian, who was only drinking wine beside him, was stunned.

  He sprang up from the kang with a start.

  Hugging the cowhide cloth in her arms, she laughed and cried at the same time, a bit silly.

  As for Feng Qingyan beside him, he suppressed his excitement and jumped off the kang, facing Gu Weisheng with a respectful bow of three bows. "Thank you, Brother Gu." The two words "thank you" were too light, not enough to express their intentions. This surgical knife was what his father Feng Xian used to eat with back then, relying on this set of tools, he had saved countless people. Only during the house search did this tool get lost. Who would have thought that after so many years, it could still be seen? To Father Feng Xian, this tool was an old partner.

  The two men suddenly did this, Gu Wei felt a bit uncomfortable, and he also stood up. "Don't do that, Old Feng has helped me a lot, Qingyan you are also considered my half-nephew, this big gift is not acceptable." Moreover, back then when he was racing cars, he injured his arm, and it was also thanks to Feng Xian's treatment that he didn't end up with a useless arm. Otherwise, how could he have become the captain of the transport team?

  He didn't know what this scalpel meant to Old Feng and his son, but judging from their expressions now, he knew.

  He opened his mouth honestly, "This thing really didn't waste any effort. I asked the people at the provincial city garbage recycling station to help pay attention. The boss left me several sets, and I just happened to like this set, so I brought it over." It's really a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, and he hit the jackpot.

  Feng Xian carefully put away the set of tools, "Younger brother, great kindness doesn't need to be thanked, I'll just get going." He raised his wine cup and downed it in one gulp.