The suburbs of Sijiucheng.
The cultivated land on the outskirts of Dawangzhuang.
The old village chief is also working.
While weeding, he suddenly saw an old man in Chinese clothing coming next to him.
The old man came right away and kept staring at him.
The old village chief put down his hoe and asked him: "Hey, old gentleman, please have a drink of water."
He thought the other party was embarrassed to ask for water.
"Thank you, I brought a water glass." The old man took out his own water glass and said.
The old village chief smiled and said: "Then what are you doing in our village?"
"Oh, I, I am a writer, and writers come here specifically to collect stories and write poems. ”
"Oh, I'm sorry, you are still a writer." The old village chief was in awe.
At this time, writers are not writers everywhere in later generations.
Writers at this time still had a high status in people's hearts.
In other words, you can’t just identify yourself as a writer, you have to be recognized by the management.
With this status, you can get management subsidies.
You can’t just write a few words and lead a family.
When people mention writers in this era, they think of great writers such as Lu*, Mao*, and Ba*.
It is not comparable to ordinary tabloid writers.
In fact, this old man is the director of the clinical department of the hospital where the village chief was treated before.
"Old sir, I see that you have very good physical strength. You can finish so much work in a while," the director said seriously.
"Hahaha, they are all old farmers. They are very good at this job." The old village chief smiled.
The director then asked the old village chief: "So how old will you be this year?"
"Haha, not longevity, I am 52 years old this year."
"52 years old, You're still very young, I'm 66 years old." The old director smiled,
"But I feel like you work like a young man in his twenties and thirties."
When the old village chief heard this, he had no idea.
There is not much to hide in the first place.
How could he have imagined that the other party was actually a director who came to observe him.
As for why he couldn't recognize it.
It’s normal not to recognize each other, but they just met each other in the middle.
Moreover, at that time, his mind was not on the director, but on the improvement of his condition.
And this director has never had direct contact with him from beginning to end.
He has always been treated by another attending doctor.
For a disease like this, he had never been cured before. Naturally, the director would not come forward and waste precious consultation time.
To put it bluntly, I was waiting to die.
It's just that a person who was waiting to die is now living healthier than a healthy person like himself.
The old director also laughed.
Then he continued to observe.
The old village chief continued to work.
He took a closer look and found that the old gentleman was indeed very strong.
One person can weed three acres of land in one go.
One morning.
The efficiency is amazing.
While working, the old village chief really thought the old gentleman was writing.
From time to time, I would poke my head in and ask: "What are you writing?"
He said: "I am writing poetry."
"I am writing poetry. What kind of poem is that? Can you read it to me?"
"Ah, let me say, this poem In fact, I wrote it for you." The old director smiled.
“Hahaha, write it for me, how to write it, read it quickly.”
“An old farmer is farming in the field/Although he is 52, he looks only 25, ah ah ah... …”
"He plowed three acres of land in one breath."
"Not ten acres, nor one acre, but three acres of land."
"He plowed one acre of land, and then One acre of land was cultivated.”
The village chief was shocked when he heard this.
He said: "You are blind, I am weeding, not plowing."
"Writing allows reasonable exaggeration and fiction." The old director said with a smile.
“Well, I can write this poem too.” The old village chief had an idea.
"You can also write, then you can write and see." The old director was shocked.
He was just talking nonsense.
But I also read some poems, so I imitated them a bit.
But it doesn't look like imitation.
The old village chief said: "Just write."
"Yes."
"An old gentleman from the city came to write/Ahhhh."< br>
“Although he is old, he has written little.”
"Although he wrote all day, he only wrote three lines."
"He wrote either ten lines, eight lines, or three lines."
" Good guy, your poem is very good, but you wrote the wrong number, I wrote four lines," the old director corrected.
He wrote very, very little.
The problem is that if I want to write more, I will write it as a case...
Once upon a time, he changed from a young poet with great literary talent in college to an old stick who could only write about cases.
The director understands.
As a leader, the old village chief is not that simple.
At least the other party probably saw it.
I am a fake writer.
So the ability to read people is still very strong.
It should have been experienced during the war era.
Finally he said: "Brother, I see you have been doing this for a long time. Thank you for giving me this collection of information. I will treat you to a meal."
When the old village chief heard this, he said: "Well, how can that be done? A great writer like you comes to our village to collect ideas and write to give us face."
"I should be the one to invite you. .”
"You also wrote me a poem."
"Didn't you also write me a poem?"
"Hahaha."
Two old men together laughed.
"My dear, I'm going to buy some good pork head meat and some wine." said the director.
"That wine, I can't drink that wine." The village chief sighed.
"Why?"
"The doctor told me that my disease was caused by drinking, and I can no longer drink." The village chief was helpless.
“How much did you drink?” The director pretended to be shocked.
Actually, he has seen many people drinking wine as water.
Really, I just replace tea with wine all day long.
“Actually, I drink very little wine. I can drink about seven or eight pounds throughout the year.”
“I used to be reluctant to drink too much if I didn’t have money, but now that I have money, I can still manage it. Can’t drink more than two ounces?”
“But the doctor told me that no matter how little alcohol is, it’s best not to drink at all.” The old village chief sighed.
"Okay, it's okay, I said, just dip some in it and it will be metabolized." The old director said.
"Well, I'll listen to you, not the doctor."
"That's what I said."
The two laughed again.
“Of course, it’s better to drink less.” said the old director.
“I understand, let’s drink when friends come over.”
"Then does your friend come here every day?"
"Yes."
"The doctor is right, you can't touch it."
Then the two came Cuntou canteen.
The director was willing to spend money and bought ten kilograms of pig head meat.
I am going to treat the old village chief and his family to a feast.
This is ten pounds of pig head meat!
In the 1980s.
It can be said to be the favorite of many children.
I feel good.
I bought two more bottles of bulk liquor.
I bought some peanuts and other snacks.
Then the two returned to the old village chief's house. At this time, someone smiled and greeted at the door: "Village chief, are there any relatives here?"
"Haha, yes, this is a big writer in the city who came to the countryside specifically to visit me. To write poetry.”
"Haha, village chief, you are bragging again."
"Why are you bragging? Look at him, does he look like a great writer?" the old village chief laughed.
"Unlike a big writer, I think he looks like a big..." The man suddenly blurted out, "Husband."
The director was shocked.
How did this person find out that I am a doctor?
He immediately asked: "Why do you think I am a doctor?"
The man said: "The way you look at people is wrong."
"You look at my neck a little bit. "My child is crooked. When other people look at me, they laugh at my neck."
"But when you look at me, it seems like you are thinking about how to cure me."
The director is in awe. .
Sure enough, a thousand-mile horse always exists.
In this small village, there are people who understand people's psychology to this extent.
How did he know?
In this era, there are many mutant murderers who are studying human psychology.
He just smiled and said: "So that's what happened."
Then the two returned to the village chief's house.
Then he cut off three kilograms of pork head meat from ten kilograms and gave it to the village chief’s son, daughter-in-law, and grandson to eat.
It’s early to get married these days.
The two of them also ate three kilograms of pig head meat, and then drank some wine with peanuts.
The whole family is very happy.
At this time, the village chief said: "Hey, such a good day can only be had by doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."
"In previous years, we would not eat meat until the end of the year."
"Hey , That’s right.”
“I finally got rid of my cravings today,” the old village chief said again.
At this time, the director turned around and looked.
On the table is a brand-new porcelain statue of the Lord of the Land.
Suddenly asked: "Hey, you have a land man in your house, old man, are you, the land man, here to pray for a good harvest?"
The village chief said: "No. , I am not praying for a good harvest, I am thanking the land master for making my body better.”
“Actually, they don’t know that I was going to die that day, but before I died, I suddenly died. I saw a large piece of land.”
“After seeing the land, I felt that all the diseases in my body were gone, and I seemed to be absorbed by the land.”
"After seeing this, I came alive."
Hearing this, the director was inexplicably stunned.
It suddenly occurred to him that there was a guy in this Dawang Village who died in a pit.
In other words, he died in a manure pit, or with his head down.
It’s a terrible death.
But this old village chief also dreamed of a piece of land.
Even his own disease was absorbed by the land.
Is there some connection between this?
The director then laughed at himself.
What connection can there be?
I am an atheist who has read books for decades. How could I believe this coincidence?
It seems like it was just a coincidence.
It must be that the opponent’s genes are still strong.
So when he said this, he inquired again: "Excuse me, old gentleman, how many people in your family live a long life."
"Oh, there are not many people in my family who live a long life. My father passed away at 64 , my mother passed away at 48.”
"Further up, my grandfather was beaten to death by the Japanese when he was only in his thirties."
"Your grandfather was beaten to death by the Japanese when he was in his thirties?"
"My father was only ten years old when my grandfather was beaten to death."
"It's possible that your grandfather was very unlucky. Maybe he could have lived to be more than 100 years old, and it's all the damn devil's fault. . ”
“That’s right, there’s nothing we can do about it, it’s a natural disaster.”
"Yeah."
Now the director knows what's going on.
It is very likely that the other person’s grandfather’s genes are very strong.
This is from genetic inheritance.
There is also a term in biology called atavism.
Great inheritance across generations.
Generally speaking, this phenomenon occurs only with a very small amount of genes.
Genes are still powerful and mainly determine life.
Then the director started a new round of investigation and research.
I just checked over and over again, and the more I checked, the more dizzy I became.
He was busy with work and had to put it down temporarily.
Just three months later, he saw a paper.
The director suddenly thought of the previous case.
As for the paper, no, this should be said to be not a paper.
When he saw it for the first time, he thought it was gossip news.
Because the header is really too gossipy, it says:
"A medical miracle that started from the feud between wealthy families."
There is a case written on it.
Most of the results are patient background introductions.
An old rich man, through hard work and hard work, first started his business in a restaurant, working in the restaurant from dawn to dusk, earned part of the capital, and then switched to a factory.
He is a typical example of getting rich through hard work.
Finally, when he was old, his family property was defrauded by his trusted housekeeper.
Finally penniless.
Wandering on the streets.
And he was seriously ill.
But, something strange happened.
When this old rich man was about to die of illness, suddenly his condition got better.
The same disease appeared in his housekeeper.
But the housekeeper has never been married in his life, and is about to marry the mistress of more than ten houses.
This is the result.
So the old rich man relied on some connections and some remaining evidence to get back most of the family property after the housekeeper's death, when his relatives didn't know about it.
In short, is it a very typical example of Tailai?
Since then, the rich man has devoutly believed in Yin De.
He thinks this is related to the fact that he has helped many people and rescued many people.
Although no one rescued him on the road, God saw it.
After seeing this, the director felt his heart shudder.
He felt a chill.
He looked out the window.
Dieffenbachia is swaying.
The north wind blows.
No, it can’t really be there. Is there such a thing?
"Impossible, this is nothing, this is an atheistic world!"
The director gritted his teeth and said: "Long live the atheists, there is no God in the world, all morality is "Looking for it in the history and grand narrative of mankind."
He encouraged himself.
However, no matter how he encouraged himself.
There are more and more similar phenomena.
After all, tens of thousands of people die from illness every day.
Millions of people die from the disease every year.
This is still a big summer.
More around the world.
There are countless similar cases among so many cases.
At first, there were many reports in the news, but later they stopped reporting.
We are all used to it, and our eyes are tired.
Anyway, it is in the field of disease.
Good people get sick, and the result is transferred to the evil people around them.
What was originally a simple psychological idea has become a reality and a law.
This suddenly made many biologists, pharmacologists, and doctors stunned.
Someone suddenly said:
“I remember!”
“I still remember decades ago, it seemed like 20 years ago or 30 years ago, it seemed that someone Said I failed in physics.”
"Starting from today, I will fail in medicine."
"In fact, it is normal. When you fail in physics, you will fail in medicine sooner or later."
"But when it makes me wonder, Why did you delay it until now?”