The Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine rented more than ten buses from the bus company to transport more than 600 employees and their families to Changping.
When the employees and their families got off the bus and saw the barren fields in front of them and the barren mountains in the distance, their hearts felt cold. It felt colder than the northwest wind in the first month of the year.
Fang Sanxiao got out of the car with his little daughter in his arms. A gust of cold wind happened to blow up, stirring up the yellow sand in the wasteland. It blew so hard that he couldn't open his eyes and had to hug his daughter tightly.
Fang Sanxiao's wife Zhao Lan held the hand of her eldest daughter and struggled to carry a large box with her right hand.
Fang Sanxiao's eldest son Fang Jingwei was carrying a big burden and looked blankly at the desolate new world in front of him.
"Dad, is this Changping? Why is it so deserted?"
Fang Sanxiao sighed, but as a family member, he still put a smile on his face:
"This turned out to be the royal cemetery. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty was buried here after his death. Look at the surrounding mountains forming a circle, with only a gap in the southwest. This is an excellent Feng Shui treasure land."
Zhao Lan used to work as a temporary worker on the streets, but this time she was sent to Changping with her husband. Naturally, she felt extremely unwilling to do so.
"Humph, it's a treasure land of Feng Shui. It's just a cemetery. How can it be compared with the city? It's true that Dean Shen has more than 400 employees in the hospital. How come our family is sent to the countryside? Why does he have it?" ?”
Fang Sanxiao was so anxious that he shouted:
"Shut up, you little girl. If it weren't for Dean Shen, our family would have gone back to our hometown in Hanzhong. At that time, even the household registration had to be changed to a rural household registration. It's not like now. At least we still retain the capital household registration, and Hope to restore food supply ”
Zhao Lan rolled her eyes when she was scolded, obviously still unconvinced.
How could you be convinced?
There are more than 400 employees in a unit, but those employees whose hometowns are from other places or who have not made outstanding contributions are selected to be dismissed. It is strange that the people who are dismissed will be convinced.
In fact, Fang Sanxiao was not convinced in his heart.
In his hometown in the countryside, his parents and brothers supported his education. He also worked hard and finally got admitted to the National Medical College at that time.
I had been living in poverty for more than ten years, and my head was really piercing. I had worked hard for half my life to get a job opportunity in Peking, thinking that I would be respected by others.
As a result, because he was not from Peiping, he became a retired person and was almost sent back to his hometown to farm.
No normal person would be convinced.
But what if you are not convinced? This is the national policy, and it is not something that the unit can change.
What's more, if Dean Shen hadn't made the decisive decision to establish the farm, staked his political future, and assured his superiors that all employees would be self-sufficient, not cause trouble to the country, and would not require a bag of grain from the country, otherwise it would have been difficult to establish the farm.
Fang Sanxiao comforted his wife next to him and said:
"Don't be discouraged. As long as we stay, the hospital will not ignore me when the difficulties are over. We can return to work in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Doctors like us are in short supply in the society. How can we be left idle?"
I have to say that an intellectual like Fang Sanxiao still has a very sharp vision, knowing that he is a rare talent.
But God is not as good as man. After a few years, the buzz will start, but it is a pity that intellectuals such as doctors will continue to have no use. It will be wasted for decades, and everything will be over after the opening up...
Among the people who got off the bus, there were not only those who complained and cried bitterly, but also many workers who were born in rural areas. They knew what was fundamental. By this time, they had come to the field in twos and threes to inspect the land.
Wang Xiaorong squatted on the ground and pinched the soil. When he let go, he found that the soil leaked out from between his fingers like sand. A gust of wind even blew through, forming a small sandstorm.
"Old Liu, the quality of the soil is worrying..."
Liu Kuisheng also squatted down, picked up a branch next to him and started digging in the soil, then threw the branch away and said with a wry smile:
"It seems that we still have to be prepared to go hungry. Look, there are gravels underneath. It is estimated that the land allocated to our farm is newly reclaimed wasteland, and the soil strength and fertility are not good."
At this time, He Jixuan, who was thrust into his waist and full of pride, said with a smile:
"What are you afraid of? If the fertility is not enough, then there will be chemical fertilizers. When the time comes, we will spread it on the ground and we will eat freely."
Wang Xiaorong threw a clod of soil on He Jixuan, laughed and cursed:
"As smart as you are, who doesn't know that chemical fertilizers are good? But how many chemical fertilizers are there in our country? Even if you have money, you can't buy such a treasure."
my country's fertilizer industry started in the 1940s. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there were only 5 nitrogen fertilizer plants in the country, with an annual output of only about 6,000 tons;
The phosphate fertilizer industry did not establish its first large-scale superphosphate plant until 1958, and potash fertilizers have long relied on imports.
This data has to wait until the peak in 2015, when the national fertilizer output reached 71.65 million tons.
Comparing the two comparisons, the output of chemical fertilizers in 1960 was less than a fraction of that in 2015. Considering that my country was basically still an agricultural society in 1960, the entire country was in urgent need of chemical fertilizers.
Therefore, it is extremely difficult to obtain chemical fertilizers at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm. He Jixuan is an optimist. In fact, he knows that chemical fertilizers are impossible to obtain, but he just doesn’t think there are any difficulties that can defeat him:
"If we don't have chemical fertilizers, what are we afraid of? There are five to six hundred employees and family members of our Changping Branch. We let everyone eat freely, eat as hard as they can, and then poop like crazy. Isn't this natural fertilizer coming? Are we afraid that the yield will not be high? ?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of employees from the traditional Chinese medicine hospital came over, and someone shouted:
"Have you been chosen by Emperor Hui of Jin to carry the fetus?"
"That's right, I have food, but why do I have to poop in this wilderness?"
"Damn it, I'm so hungry that I've lost all my shit, and you still ask me to poop, so I'll poop on you!"
"Fuck him, you'll be so angry!!!"
As a result, a group of people rushed forward and "punched" He Jiancheng, the idiot. For a while, the fields were filled with laughter and laughter.
Many employees of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital looked over, and many of them also laughed, which could be regarded as adding warmth to this terrible winter day.
Lin Sanqi was helping 12 old national treasures move at this time.
The old national treasures actually carry very little clothing, which is packed in a small box. Most of them are books, and they are basically vertical manuscripts with calligraphy. They look like antiques at first glance.
Lin Sanqi moved so hard that her waist almost broke. The books weighed so much.
"Old men, why don't I ask some young people to help move it together? Oh my God, this truck is full of books. When should I move it?"
Mr. Lu Yuanlei held a wooden box in his arms and objected:
"No, we old guys can only trust you, and no one else can help. Boy, have you underestimated these medical books? I can tell you, these are all treasures. If you read these medical skills well, , I guarantee you will become the top medical scholar.”
Lin Sanqi was getting out of the car holding a bunch of books:
"Old man, I've heard of literary champions and martial arts champions, but I've never heard of medical champions. Are you bullying me for not studying well?"
"Hey, boy, don't believe me, just ask everyone. What is the number one scholar? It means that the newcomers who are among the best in all walks of life are called the number one scholar. Our Chinese medicine community will also select the number one scholar every few years.
For example, Gong Tingxian, the number one doctor, Zhao Yangkui, the number one scholar, Wu Qijun, the number one herbalist, Qiu Shaoyao, the number one gambler, Lu Runchu, the number one charioteer, Weng Tonghe, the number one ginseng doctor, etc., are all outstanding figures of their generation.
After all, you are a child of our family of traditional Chinese medicine. Haven't you ever thought that one day your medical skills will be the best in the world, and then you will beat the shit out of those fake foreign devils in Xiehe and make our country more famous? ”
Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed. It seemed that she had just connected with Xiehe.
The key is that he studied Western medicine for five years. If these old men found out, he would be a traitor to traditional Chinese medicine.
Mr. Shi Jinmo, with his hands behind his back, was leisurely supervising the work beside him. At this time, he also smiled and said:
"These books are either handed down from our ancestors, or they are the medical records, medical skills, and miscellaneous experiences accumulated by us old men throughout our lives. If we lose a few books, it will be a huge loss, and it may even cause the eradication of some traditional Chinese medicine, so we can only work hard You are alone.”
Lin Sanqi had already switched to holding a bunch of books in each hand at this time, and hurriedly moved into the house:
"Mr. Shi, aren't you afraid that I will steal all your precious books, and then steal all the secret recipes of 12 of your families? I feel like what I am carrying is not a book, but mountains of gold and silver."< br>
Mr. Han Bangxu laughed after hearing this:
"Boy Lin, our Chinese medicine doctors are so gifted. We haven't introduced you to it. Even if we give you a medical book, will you be able to understand it? Just like my acupuncture studies, you don't even know where the acupuncture points are. It's hard to memorize them by rote. What’s the use?”
Lin Sanqi was tired of moving at this time, so she sat on the carriage, opened a linear book and started reading.
Traditional Chinese characters, vertical version, still read from right to left, no punctuation marks, all written in classical Chinese, Lin Sanqi was dizzy after a while.
I can't understand it, I really can't understand it.
In other martial arts online stories, there are fishermen, woodcutters, and farmers who don’t know a word of Chinese characters and have not received much education since childhood.
As a result, I accidentally picked up a martial arts secret book in a cave or on the way. I practiced according to it and became a top martial arts master and a figure like a sweeping monk.
Every time he saw this, Lin Sanqi had a question.
Since they are fishermen and woodcutter, how can they understand the words in the book when they are illiterate and have no one to teach them? How do you understand those obscure secrets?
The other old people didn't care whether Lin Sanqi was stealing lessons or not, they just smiled and went about their own business.
Lin Sanqi scratched her hair, feeling less and less confident about learning Chinese medicine later.
"No matter what, we'll talk about the future later. What if one day the system rewards you with a Foundation Building Pill, Marrow Cleansing Pill, Enlightenment Fruit, etc., and then suddenly you can never forget it, become a generation of Chinese medicine wizards, and become the number one scholar in the contemporary medical field. ”
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi picked up two bundles of books and continued carrying them. (End of chapter)