Chapter 129

  In our country, private entrepreneurs have positioned themselves as a class with original sin since the day they were born. The concept of despising merchants has existed since ancient times, with scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants ranked lowest. After liberation, capitalists became a synonym for evil. After reform and opening up, a new generation of capitalists emerged, relying on their keen business vision and adventurous spirit to make their first pot of gold in the tide of reform, becoming the richest class in society. However, they have always had an uneasy feeling in their hearts, and the sentence they worry about most is "policy will change".

  The turmoil of the year made many private entrepreneurs feel threatened, and since the state was rectifying the chaotic phenomena in the economic field over the past two years, this further increased their doubts. At that time, it was not uncommon for private entrepreneurs to consider closing down or donating their businesses due to fear of being imprisoned. It is said that Li Shufu, the then-owner of a refrigerator factory called "Beijihua", hastily donated his business to the local government amidst the rectification campaign and escaped to the south to attend university.

  The phrase "the wind is screaming and the crane is crying" perfectly describes the situation of private entrepreneurs at that time. Feed factory Fang Mo'nan doesn't have to worry because the factory was established in the name of the village, while Liang's hotel was a joint venture with Hong Kong, having an overseas background which brought many advantages. It's just unknown whether the two food companies in the county's industrial park, which are purely private-owned, can withstand the pressure.

  Fang Mengnan's confidence comes from her understanding of the direction of history, but others don't know that at that time there were indeed two dangers in the country: going backwards or collapsing. But she finally got through it. Therefore, she is the most optimistic person, and called to tell her old father: "The future is bright, the road is winding, be careful! Leave the green hills behind, do more things, speak less. The policy won't change, but during this period, be cautious with your words, don't let others catch you off guard."

  In 1989, a year of turmoil, the United States began to reap what it had sown. Who says Westerners are straightforward and simple? Their tactics of plotting and scheming are no worse than anyone else's.

  After calling home, her brother-in-law told her that everything was fine at home. Before the situation is clear, don't come back with the kids. It's better to be safe than sorry. So she decided to continue her studies and pursue a Ph.D.

  At this time, the movement had just ended, and overseas students in the United States were skeptical of the situation at home. Most chose to stay in America, listening to reports from mainstream media abroad, they even thought that their country was no longer worth their dedication.

  Fang Mornan is now very busy, with her medical license in hand she can practice medicine openly and honestly. Previously it was all just secretive and hidden, or using Jerry's name to treat some patients who had given up hope at the hospital, with a bit of luck involved. They also came through friends' introductions, accepting her treatment half-believing and half-doubting.

  However, Fang Mo Nan smiled wryly at her own petite figure. It seemed that even with a medical license, she couldn't convince most people. Her age was currently her biggest weakness.

  Now Fang Mo Nan is still staying in the hospital as before, this time she really has her own office, but there is no nameplate on the door, it's just a special case.

  At first, Fang Mo Nan had nothing to do and taught Jerry traditional Chinese medicine. Jerry's traditional Chinese medicine skills made great progress, but traditional Chinese medicine is not as easy to cultivate as Western medicine. Western medicine has its own diagnostic methods and instrument-assisted examinations. For diagnosed diseases, Western medicine also has a fixed treatment plan. Doctors trained in this way can handle most problems after three years of training. However, the growth of traditional Chinese medicine requires years of experience. At this time, even self-made medicines are still problematic.

  Fortunately, I don't have to sneak around anymore and can accumulate more experience. Fang Mo Nan's current patients are all those who have no hope of recovery under hospital treatment, but in fact, some of them have simple illnesses that can even heal on their own without treatment, yet they get worse with each treatment.

  Her reputation spread by word of mouth among the patients she had treated, and it grew louder and louder. More and more patients came to her. There were also those who did not believe in her at first sight, but after leaving, they still returned to see her soon, because what she said about their condition was verified one by one by the patients themselves.

  In the late afternoon, Fang Mo Nan walked home on foot, watching the sunset in the west, it was really beautiful. The sunset sometimes looked like a painter who painted freely, depicting the evening so beautifully. You see its colorful afterglow, dyeing the clouds around it red. Pieces of sunset glow, like blooming big red flowers. Houses in the sunset wore soft and gorgeous thin veils, truly breathtaking.

  Some people love the fiery sunrise, some people love the scorching sun, but this gentle sunset is even more intoxicating. It generously uses its last rays to adorn the surrounding world, leaving beauty and warmth to humanity.

  "The sunset is infinitely good, only near dusk." This is a lament for the sunset, but it implies maturity, fullness, and gives birth to a better tomorrow and a hopeful future.

  The autumn wind blows in waves, sweeping away the sweltering heat of noon, and the scorching summer has finally passed.

  Fang Mò Nán opened the door, "Ah! Stacy, how did you come?" The people in the living room heard the sound of the door and walked out from inside.

  "Andres and Bebe are competing, so I came over since I had nothing better to do," Stacey said.

  Fang Mo Nan and the two of them were walking in, behind them came the voices of Da Bao and Er Ya, they had returned from kindergarten.

  Fang Mornan turned around and saw two little guys rushing in front of her, one hugging her leg, chattering about their experiences in kindergarten. "Speak Chinese," Fang Mornan said, dragging the two children into the living room, where they began speaking in Chinese.

  Her aunt chuckled and shook her head, watching her struggle to move, but didn't come to help, just standing at the door laughing. "You're the only one who can control these two little devils."

  Fang Mo and Nan sat down on the sofa together, "You two are really heavy."

  Stacy gazed lovingly at the two little elves, a hint of melancholy flashing in her eyes. If that accident hadn't happened, her children would have been in middle school by now.

  Two little guys saw Stacy, stood up and bowed to say hello, making Stacy happy like a child.

  "Now behave yourself, hum! Alright, stop monkeying around, come with me first and wash up." Little Aunt patted his back, "Hurry up, hurry up."

  "Dabao and Er Ya are going to wash up with their mom, the gift will be over in a bit," said Stacy.

  "Oh yeah!" The two little guys followed their aunt into the bathroom with a hop and skip.

  "Stacy, you're spoiling them too much. Every time they come, there are toys." The two little guys' toys were all given by them, and one room was almost full.

  Stacy waved her hand, "Who made them so adorable! Well-behaved and polite, like angels, everyone spoils them."

  He looked at her with a gentle expression, no longer arguing with her, and gave all the love that had gone to the deceased child to Da Bao and Er Ya. Hmm! Looking closely at her, "Congratulations, Stacy." It seems that the two little guys are going to lose favor.

  "Wow! I haven't even said anything yet, and you already know that I'm going to release an album." Stacy still had a "you're so amazing" look on her face.

  "Release an album!" Fang Mo Nan was full of question marks. "My point is that you have a little baby, then I'll congratulate you."

  Stacy heard her words, initially disbelieving, then looked down at her still flat belly, raised her head and stared at her with wide eyes, choking: "You... you... are serious. I'm pregnant."

  "I'm tricking you into having some sweets." Fang Mo Nan smiled and said: "How can you still not believe me?"

  "No...no..." Stacy kept wiping away the tears streaming down her face, shaking her head and saying: "I just can't believe it. The doctor said at the time that my abdomen was severely compressed, I had a miscarriage, and it would be very difficult for me to have another child."

  "Oh! You're pregnant, I won't be wrong about this." Fang Mo Nan said affirmatively, "Let me take your pulse again."

  Stacy hastily stretched out her hand, Fang Mo Nan concentrated and carefully felt her pulse. "It's been more than two months now, the baby and your body are both very good, completely able to withstand the pain of childbirth."

  "My goodness!" Stacey burst into tears, hugging Fang Mernan tightly and sobbing uncontrollably, saying "thank you" repeatedly. Fang Mernan comforted her by patting her back gently.

  Auntie and the twins came out, looking at their appearance curiously asked: "What's going on! What happened!" Seeing Stacy crying so sadly, I thought...

  "It's nothing, don't worry, it's just Stacy who is pregnant and overjoyed." Fang Mo Nan said.

  "That's really great, congratulations Stacy." Little Auntie said. "Don't cry anymore, it's not good for the baby in your tummy."

  Stacy heard her aunt's words and gradually stopped crying. Her aunt pulled out the paper towel on the tea table and handed it to her.

  Stacy wiped away her tears and composed herself, saying hoarsely, "Sorry, I'm just too happy."

  "Hehe... it's okay." said Xiao Yi, at such a big age, knowing that she has had children is of course exciting, thought Xiao Yi.

  A pregnant woman asked a mother about precautions for pregnancy and childbirth, and the two people started a pleasant conversation.

  Since the twins started kindergarten, the nanny has also been dismissed, and the family no longer prepares lunch. Fang Mengnan is in charge of breakfast and dinner, so Jenny now only takes care of cleaning the room.

  Two mothers chatted, Stacy took out new toys for Da Bao and Er Ya to play with, Fang Mo Nan went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

  Dinner is ready, the two mothers chatted endlessly, after finishing dinner, the children continued to play with toys. Xiaoyi cleaned up the table and went to wash the pot and bowl. Fang Mengnan asked: "Stacy, what's going on with the record you mentioned earlier?"

  "This is it! I was so excited that I almost forgot. I'm planning to release a new album, and the recording is already done, but I just can't seem to be satisfied with the cover photo." Stacy said, "That's why I came to find you, I really appreciate the avant-garde and cool style of the cover photo you designed for Bebe."