Chapter 177 The great wisdom of Sophora flavescens
Seeing her mother so sad, Lin Sanqi thought that this was a stone hammer, and cried out:
"Oh my god, I'm late. I didn't see my father for the last time. My son is unfilial~~~"
"My dad~~~"
"Your favorite little son is back, why are you missing~~~"
Seeing the Lin family's mother and son hugging each other and crying, they couldn't help but bother the neighbors who were watching the excitement in the yard:
Hou Daya touched Ma Dazhuang next to him and asked:
"Hey, boom, what's going on? See what the Lin family means. Is Lin Laoguang really dead? Just died?"
Ma Dazhuang was also a little stunned, his mind full of questions:
"No, wasn't Lin Laoguang fine when he went out in the morning? We were still saying hello, why did he suddenly say no and then disappear?"
Matchmaker Wang was also confused at this time
"I haven't been out of the courtyard all day today, and I haven't heard of the Lin family holding a mourning hall. Why hasn't Lin Laoguang's body been brought back? No one from my neighbors, relatives, friends, or workplace came to express condolences."
Bao Yansheng, who was sitting on the ground, didn't take it seriously and said quickly:
"Maybe it's because people in the south have different customs. They don't hold funerals when a person dies. They just go to the crematorium and have a funeral. That's why people in the south are said to be snobbish. Jin Caifeng is also ruthless."
Several neighbors in the north agreed with this and nodded:
"These southerners are really unscrupulous. Like us in the north, we at least ask a few Taoist priests to come and recite sutras for salvation, and then have a banquet to eat tofu rice and send them away in glory. Look at this Lin family's death. Like a puppy, deserted.”
This is the typical Zayuan culture.
If you are lucky, the neighbors in the same courtyard get along like family members. They help you with everything at home, and you become a family.
But there are also those who are unlucky, and the courtyard is full of beasts, just like in the TV series "Love in the Courtyard", you plot against me and I plot against you, and I feel extremely uncomfortable when I see you doing well.
Gege Mansion is neither good nor bad.
If the Gege Mansion were all employees of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, forming one unit and one compound, the atmosphere would be much better. After all, the neighbors are all colleagues.
But Gege Mansion is a mixed bag, with people from all units, and there are also Peiping natives like Old Man Ming, so the interpersonal relationships are quite complicated.
The Lin family mother and son cried for a long time, and then Lin Sanqi asked:
"Mom, has my father been cremated? Are his ashes buried in the capital, or should he take them back to his hometown?"
Jin Caifeng wiped away her tears and suddenly burst into laughter:
"Your father is not dead. I am not afraid that something will happen to you in the epidemic area of Qin County. In order to trick you back, I pretend to say that your father is dead."
"Ah?!"
Lin Sanqi and the neighbors were shocked when they heard this.
Lin Sanqi had doubts at first, but now she felt relieved when she heard that her father was not really dead.
When the neighbors heard this, they all couldn’t laugh or cry:
Then Belle slapped her thigh: "Oh, hey, I just said that Lin Laoguang is a good person, how could his life be so short? I dare not die."
Matchmaker Wang was also frightened as she patted her chest: "I was scared to death. Just be fine."
Hou Daya's face was full of contempt: "Oh~~ You Lin family can play, and you are not afraid of taboos! Come on, there is no need to eat the tofu, let's just let it go..."
Lin Sanqi was still a little worried, so she threw down her luggage and stood up:
"Mom, it's still early. I'll go to the hospital to have a look and sign in with the leader."
Jin Caifeng nodded repeatedly:
"You brat, you know how worried Dean Shen, Section Chief Kong, and the others are about your matter. If Dean Shen hadn't entrusted the old leader, you wouldn't have been able to come back."
Lin Sanqi didn't know there were so many stories behind the scenes, but she was still a little touched. After all, she was being cared about all the time.
Now that her father in 1959 was not dead, Lin Sanqi relaxed and walked towards the traditional Chinese medicine hospital carrying a bag.
When we arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Zhang Jinggang, the security department chief, was patrolling. His eyes lit up when he saw Lin Sanqi coming back:
"Hey, you are finally back. If you don't come back, we will send people to Guangqi to find you."
Lin Sanqi smiled awkwardly and said: "Chief Zhang, you have made us all worried. Come on, come on, eat some fruit. This is a local specialty I brought back from Guangqi."
Lin Sanqi took out two tangerines from his backpack and stuffed them into Section Chief Zhang's hands.
"Ah, Orange, this is a good thing. Haha, thank you. Let's go. Your father and Dean Shen are waiting impatiently."
"Okay, see you later!"
Lin Sanqi walked all the way to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. He was greeted by colleagues all the way, and he also sprinkled citrus fruits along the way.
This incident won Lin Sanqi great favor among her colleagues.
Don't underestimate a few citrus fruits. In 1959, it was really difficult for ordinary people to eat some fruits.
Especially fruits from the south rot in the ground in large quantities and cannot be sold.
But northerners have no chance to eat southern fruits. A few fruits are carried back in human flesh, and they are all high-end gifts for relatives and friends. The main reason is that the traffic bottleneck is too severe.
North-south transportation mainly relies on railways, but in 1959, the only major north-south corridors, the Beijing-Hankong Railway and the Guangdong-Hankong Railway, were single lines.
Moreover, it is disconnected after reaching Wuhan because there is no railway bridge across the Yangtze River to cross the river, further exacerbating transportation difficulties.
It was not until the completion of the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge in October 1957 that the railway from the capital to Huadu was renamed the "Beijing-Guangzhou Line" and the entire line was fully connected, but it was still a single line with limited capacity.
In addition, the trains are all steam-driven, and the speed is only 40 to 50 kilometers per hour. Train transportation also requires packing, queuing, scheduling, vehicle allocation and other links, and finally transportation.
Fruits from the south have been rotten for a long time after going through this process, and they cannot be transported to the north at all.
Is this probably the main reason why eating "canned fruit" is popular in the north?
When we arrived at the diagnosis and treatment area, there was always a long queue at the door of Dr. Lin Sophora's office.
Lin Sanqi peeked into the office and saw that her father was diagnosing the patient's pulse, while her elder brother was copying prescriptions.
Lin Sanqi felt relieved now, thinking that it would be better to lie to me than to avoid any accidents.
Lin Kushen caught sight of her youngest son from the corner of her eye. Xiaoxiao was startled, then smiled and tapped her son with her finger.
Lin Licao's face lit up with joy. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly remembered something and just smiled at Lin Sanqi and nodded.
According to the rules of traditional Chinese medicine, you must not be distracted when there is a patient. Firstly, you respect the patient, and secondly, you are afraid of misdiagnosis and missed diagnosis, which will delay the patient's condition.
Judging from this detail, the Lin family's tutoring is actually quite strict and traditional, and of course it is more for the eldest son.
Lin Sanqi also smiled along with him, and then walked into the consulting room. Because there were still patients inside for treatment, he didn't say anything, but took the water glasses from his father and elder brother and walked out of the door.
When I came back, both water glasses were full, and there were still a few slices of 50-year-old tangerine peel in them.
When Lin Ku saw that his youngest son was back, he paused for 10 minutes.
"Dad, big brother, come and drink tea, hehe."
Lin Sanqi thought she was going to be scolded now, so she stood at attention, ready to listen carefully.
As a result, Lin Sophora flavescens did not mention the epidemic area at all, but his eyes lit up when he smelled the tangerine peel tea:
"Well, okay, this is the fragrance of Xinhui tangerine peel, authentic. I smell it again, it's at least 50 years old. This is the treasure of our Dongguang people. It seems that you got a lot of good things in South China this time. ?”
Lin Sanqi felt proud when he heard the harvest:
"That's right, I have scanned all the good treasures in the south. There are all kinds of seafood and fruits. Even Pien Tze Huang brought back a lot. Dad, do you want to use them when you treat people?"
Lin Sophora flavescens nodded repeatedly while drinking tangerine peel tea:
"Pien Tze Huang? This is a good thing. We are short of antibacterial drugs in our country. Pien Tze Huang can replace antibacterial drugs. The efficacy is very good. Next time there is a need for patients, I will introduce business to you."
Lin Sanqi was a little surprised that her father spoke so straightforwardly:
"Ah, isn't this a mistake? This is buying medicine privately. If caught, will it be regarded as speculation?"
Lin Sophora flavescens said indifferently:
"What mistake did we make? There is no medicine in the hospital and the patients are not allowed to find solutions on their own? This is all used to save people. The patients do have practical difficulties, so the higher-level departments turn a blind eye."
Lin Licao also whispered beside him:
"A lot of drugs come in from Xiangjiang every year in our hometown. In other smuggling countries, they would be caught, but as long as they are drugs, they are usually released. After all, one more bottle of medicine can save one more person."
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Lin Sanqi understood, this was just like the current black market.
As long as you don't go too far and don't sell food or sensitive materials in large quantities, the relevant departments will usually pretend not to notice.
After all, there is always a way for people to survive in lean years, and sometimes when pressed, it is easy for people to go to extremes.
"Dad, I've completed all the other tasks very well. Even if our little mansion doesn't come back, there's nothing my grandparents can do."
Lin Sophora flavescens tapped the eldest son next to her and said:
"This is not something we worry about. Let your eldest brother and Jiageng worry about it. If the children and grandchildren are capable, they can also make a fortune; if the children and grandchildren are incompetent, guarding the golden mountain will end up in vain."
Lin Sanqi didn't agree very much: "Dad, you are too talkative. If it were me..."
"What would you do instead? Hit someone? Can you beat the three of them? Swear? Will they feel pain or itching?"
"Well, it's okay if I curse a few times to vent my anger."
"Haha, I guess you've made yourself mad before you vent your anger, so why bother.
Besides, the small foreign-style building was built in the late Qing Dynasty. It is very old and will probably collapse after several typhoons. As long as the land deed is in our hands, at worst, all the small western-style buildings will be bulldozed and we will build a larger western-style building ourselves. Wouldn’t it still belong to our family? ”
Oh~~~
Lin Sanqi understood again. It turned out that my father had the land deed in his hand, and he was confident in his heart. He did not fight for the present, but only for the future.
When the building falls down, the newly built house will still belong to the family. What is valuable is the land, not the house itself.
Lin Sanqi thought that her situation was still too small, but it turned out that Jiang was old and spicy.
(End of chapter)