Chapter One Hundred and Twelve: Sun Rain

  "Uncle, uncle come over! Quickly help me adjust the speed, this is too fast, I'm about to fall behind the rhythm," Xialin panted and shouted from the living room.

  Song Jian changed into his slippers, originally planning to walk over, but after seeing those slender white legs, he immediately retreated. As a man of the Song Dynasty, Song Jian didn't mind having three wives and four concubines, but he did mind this kind of thing that harmed public morals. The principle of not looking at what is improper was deeply ingrained in his heart.

  "I still have something on, you go find your sister for help," Song Jian muttered, and then slipped into the room.

  Xia Lin jumped up and down quickly, indignantly saying: "Fine, from now on if you have any trouble don't come looking for me. Ah, ah, ah, damn it! I made two mistakes, can't get a perfect score."

  She suddenly stopped in her tracks, glaring at Song Jian who had just entered the room. Then she lowered her head, only to remember that she had been so excited earlier and came out after washing up without changing clothes, still wearing her sleepwear shorts.

  Her face flushed, Xia Lin hastily went upstairs to change into shorts and a shirt. In her heart, however, she was secretly pleased - it seemed that Uncle was still quite traditional and honest after all.

  Back in the room, Song Jian pondered his next plan. The weather had suddenly become scorching hot, and it seemed that Ling Su's words about the plague were likely to be true. It was just unknown how severe this outbreak would be.

  And how to make good use of this epidemic is also a problem.

  Song Jian patted his own head, it seems that making money is still quite difficult. It's not just a matter of having technology and information, but also needing the right timing, location, and people.

  Just then, there was a loud clap of thunder outside the house.

  Song Jian stood up in confusion and looked out of the window, how could it be fine one moment and then suddenly thunder?

  Soon, the sky rolled up waves of dark clouds, and then the raindrops came pouring down. However, even with the rain, it didn't feel cool, but instead added a few degrees of sultriness.

  Song Jian walked out of the room and happened to see Xu Si and Xia Lin walking down the stairs side by side.

  "Spring rain is precious as oil, isn't this rain coming at just the right time?" Xia Lin said with a smile, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and an ultra-short jeans that barely covered her buttocks.

  "This rain is too weird," said Xu Si, walking down and picking up the phone by the sofa. "I'll tell Mom that it's raining and she doesn't need to come cook for us. I think from now on we should just make our own food."

  "Hmm, okay, but will Mom lose her job?" Xia Lin said, she had thought of that too.

  "No, Mum has been wanting to retire and go home for a long time, but Grandpa wouldn't let her leave, making her take care of us. Yeah, tell Grandpa about this and ask him to give Mum more retirement money." Xu Si picked up his phone, first calling Mum to tell her it was raining and she didn't need to come make dinner, then called Xu Haitian.

  Song Jian stood by the window, staring blankly at the sky outside. "Qin time bright moon Han time pass, ah, the sky is still the same sky, the rain is still the same rain, only things have changed and people are gone." Song Jian felt a slight pang of sadness in his heart, but when he heard the laughter of Xu Si and Xia Lin behind him, the sorrow at the bottom of his heart quickly disappeared.

  "Hey, uncle, we're dividing up the work now. From now on, we'll have to cook for ourselves. Which part will you be in charge of: buying groceries, cooking, or washing up?" Xia Lin asked.

  Xu Si also looked at Song Jian.

  Song Jian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Whatever."

  "Whatever? Alright then, Uncle will take care of all three," Xia Lin said with a giggle.

  Song Jian glared at Xia Lin.

  Xu Si said: "I'll go buy vegetables. When it comes to cooking, Song Jian and I will work together to get by, Xia Lin you're in charge of washing the dishes."

  "Sister, you're being biased," Xia Lin pouted, "you're taking Uncle's side."

  Xia Lin's face turned slightly red, but she didn't change her mind and said: "Of course, from now on if we go out to eat, the expenses will all be covered by Song Jian. Is that okay?"

  "Heh heh, that's more like it," Xia Lin said with a smile, the three of them chatting and deciding what to eat for dinner.

  At this time, Song Jian's mobile phone rang.

  Song Jian picked up his mobile phone, looked at the number and found it was an unfamiliar one. He answered it anyway.

  "See how strange the weather is?" It was a woman's voice, "Now you should believe me."

  "Ling Su?" Song Jian didn't expect Ling Su would call.

  "Uh, I just want to remind you that this time the plague's heavy disaster area will be in Suzhou and Zhenjiang. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, there will be a sun shower, and after this big rain ends, it will be the time when the plague spreads widely. However, don't worry, now it's just mid-March, half a month later, the cold water will return to its original position, and the weather will suddenly drop in temperature, at that time the plague will also end. So this plague will suddenly break out and suddenly end." Ling Su reminded over the phone.

  "Alright, I've prepared a large quantity of medicinal herbs," said Song Jian.

  "Song Jian, your annotation of 'Yin Yang Da Dian' last time was completely correct, thank you," after finishing speaking, Ling Su immediately hung up the phone.

  Song Jian put down his phone, thinking to himself that this woman didn't seem like a nagging person, why would she suddenly call again to thank him? Song Jian didn't understand, the "Yin Yang Grand Canon" was too important for Ling Su and the Yin Yang Sect, although it was just a few words, it had helped Ling Su greatly.

  "Whose phone is this, uncle?" Xia Lin came over and asked, "I was just about to ask you on behalf of my sister, how did you spend over 30 million in just two days? Hmph, speak quickly, how many women do you have to support to spend so much? The imperial concubine's annual allowance is only 3 million."

  Song Jian threw away his phone and said, "It was that woman from the sanatorium last time, you've seen her, huh? She said there would be a great plague in three days."

  "Plague?" Xia Lin was startled, then she burst out laughing. "Isn't it just the flu? Why use the word plague, it's so scary. What's there to be afraid of the flu for? Even if SARS really comes back again, not that many people will die, what's the big deal."

  Song Jian helplessly curled his lips and said, "You're not afraid because your body is good. For those with weak bodies, the elderly, even if they contract the most common flu virus, they may die. Hmm, also, during SARS you were still young and didn't know how severe it was. Although in the end the official statistics showed that not many people died, I looked at some data and found that the actual number of deaths was very high. Moreover, due to the large amount of hormones used during treatment, more than half of SARS patients now have sequelae such as femoral head necrosis and chronic nephritis."

  At this time, Xu Si walked over with a apron on, still holding a bunch of celery in her hand. She listened to Song Jian and Xu Si discussing SARS and chimed in: "That's right, that time SARS was really scary. Actually, I think having a fever and cough isn't so bad, what's scary is being isolated after having a fever. I heard the patients who were isolated had it very tough, no human rights at all. My grandfather said the official death toll only counted healthy people who died from the SARS virus, but there were many people who already had health problems before getting SARS, like hepatitis or stomach cancer, and they weren't included in the SARS death toll after they died, they were all classified under other illnesses."

  After hearing this, Xia Lin also became worried. She listened to the sound of rain outside and said: "At that time, won't everything be in a mess? I don't want to be isolated and live under surveillance in the hospital all day. If I encounter another perverted uncle doctor again, oh no, it would be terrible! Uncle, you must take me home."

  Song Jian sat down and said, "Don't worry, even if more than half of the people in Suzhou City are infected with the plague, you sisters won't get sick. Don't forget, your current physical condition is simply abnormal for humans."

  "You're not a normal human being!" Xia Lin and Xu Si retorted in unison, the two sisters burst out laughing, then each went back to their own business.

  Song Jian thought for a moment and knew that his task tomorrow would still be very heavy.

  The rain has been falling continuously, although it's a bit sultry, but the atmosphere in the apartment is still very good.

  The next morning, Song Jian changed his clothes and went out.

  Pushing open the door of the apartment, the rain outside was still pouring down incessantly. The amount of rain wasn't heavy, but there was no sign of it stopping. What's even more peculiar is that at this time, almost no dark clouds could be seen in the sky, and the sun was still shining brightly overhead.

  Song Jian rubbed his own head, this is not in line with common sense. There must be dark clouds to rain, and there must be dark clouds to block the sun. Even if it's sunny and rainy at the same time, it can't last that long, right?

  Although it can't be explained in physics, Ling Su's explanation seems to have some credibility. Since she was able to predict this sun shower, there must be a reason for it.

  He got on the car, Song Jian first went to Zhou Wen's pharmacy, and handled the handover procedures with Zhou Wen. Then, carrying a large stack of documents, he drove to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, asking Zhou Yumin for help in registering the new pharmaceutical factory and pharmacy.

  Arrived at the Administration for Industry and Commerce, found Zhou Yumin, Song Jian directly stated his intention.

  "Oh? You're going to produce that bath medicine now? Haha, Song Jian, great! This is the way it should be. Since you have a good formula in hand, you should contribute it to benefit the masses. Of course, we will do our best to protect your rights and interests. I'll take care of the production license. As for renaming the pharmacy and pharmaceutical factory, I'll let Xiao Wang accompany you to run another errand at the Health Bureau. Since all the procedures are complete, it can be handled quickly." Zhou Yumin patted Song Jian's shoulder and smiled.

  Song Jian nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

  Song Jian knew that although Zhou Yumin made it sound easy, if he were to do it alone, it would still be a lot of trouble. The institutions in Huaxia were like this - even with just one procedure, things became incredibly complicated and you could never understand what those government department people did sitting in their offices all day. But with Zhou Yumin's help, everything went much faster. By lunchtime, everything had been taken care of.

  Song Jian got on the bus and let out a sigh of relief.

  The phone rang, Song Jian looked at it and saw that it was Qin Huayu calling. He answered the phone and said, "Sister Qin, how's your body recently?"

  "Uh, Song Jian, that... Pi Hai is back..." Qin Huayu's voice on the other end of the phone was a bit hoarse, and there was a man beside her comforting her, who sounded like Di Hao.

  "Wasn't Pi Hai caught?" Song Jian wondered, Pi Hai had participated in the theft of the tomb of Kuai Lu, according to reason, even if he came out alive that night, he should have been locked up.