While climbing the mountain in the afternoon, Gu Lin kept ignoring Chen Xia, even if Chen Xia took out White Rabbit milk candy to coax her, it was useless.
This made him a little confused, and he kept wondering how he had offended this female devil.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, smelling the sweet scent of osmanthus and gazing at the distant scenery, everyone wanted to yell to vent their emotions.
Dean Gu and Secretary Zhang were also very happy today. Comrade Gu said to Chen Xia, who was holding a camera:
"Take some pictures of everyone today, and come to the hospital to get reimbursed for the film and developing fees later."
Everyone was excited when they heard this. They shouted "Long live the leader" and pulled Chen Xia to take photos for themselves. They were all very conceited.
Chen Xia was not happy: "Wait, you all have photos, but who will take pictures for me? I also want to take a few pictures as a souvenir."
Dean Gu stood up, patted his butt, and said proudly:
"I can shoot. I learned photography in the army. My level is so high. I'm not bragging. Even Xinhua reporter Du's level is not as high as mine."
Hahaha.
Chen Xia immediately stuffed the camera into Dean Gu's hands:
"Okay, then I'll trouble Dean Gu to take a photo of me and Gu Lin."
When Dean Gu heard this, his hands trembled.
Chen Xia didn't care how Gu Lin pouted, and pulled her over. They stood together, and Chen Xia put on a smile, ready for everything.
Dean Gu fiddled with the camera and quietly moved the lens to the side.
Only Gu Lin was left in the camera, with her head tilted to the side with a proud look on her face, as if she was ignoring Chen Xia.
"Okay, that's it. Chen Xia, don't move. Gu Lin, where are you looking? 1, 2, 3." Click.
"Very good, I'm done taking the photo. I'll return the camera to you."
Dean Gu walked away with a smug look on his face. Chen Xia never dreamed that the photo of the two of them had become a solo photo of Gu Lin, and he had been manually photoshopped out by Dean Gu.
After having fun in Xipu Commune, the doctors and nurses from the Fourth Hospital went back home, but Chen Xia stayed.
He still had work to do, which was to count the number of children with influenza and ask their parents to call all the children to the brigade headquarters.
Then he took out a stethoscope and thermometer to check the children's illnesses himself.
Finally, she took out bags of oseltamivir wrapped in paper from her bag, converted different dosages according to different weights, and distributed them to the sick children.
The villagers felt embarrassed and kept wanting to give money or food, but Chen Xia dissuaded them.
Chen Guoqing was a little anxious. "Second brother, it's not easy for you to make money. I can't let you lose money. You still have Chen Qiu and Chen Dong to support."
Chen Xia didn't care: "It's okay, Uncle Guoqing, I'm also a member of Qingfeng Village, and it's my duty to help the villagers. As for the money I lose here, I can earn it somewhere else."
Chen Yigen didn't say anything nonsense. He was the village party secretary and team leader, and also the patriarch of the Chen clan. The more successful his descendants were and the more help they provided to the clan members, the more he would support and encourage them.
On the other hand, if Chen Xia encounters difficulties one day, it is the obligation of the people of Qingfeng Village to help him.
After distributing the medicine, Chen Xia gave another instruction:
"Take these medicines for three days, and the fever will definitely go away within three days. If it doesn't go away, be sure to come to the Fourth Hospital to see me. Don't delay.
I also told the truth that these medicines are very expensive. Just these 6 small bags cost me 15 yuan, or 90 kilograms of rice, in Ke Town.
So if other villagers ask about it in the future, you can just quote this price and say, "I can barely afford it in our village, but I really can't afford it in other villages."
The onlookers all gasped and looked at Chen Xia with awe.
15 yuan per portion, and at least 30 portions are distributed here. How much does that cost?
The patients' families were so grateful that they didn't know what to say.
Even if Chen Xia refused to accept the items, when returning to Ke Town, the boat was filled with eggs, corn, sweet potatoes and other products produced by the farmers themselves.
Then a group of people stood at the dock and said goodbye to him reluctantly.
After Chen Xia returned to Ke Town, many patients were already waiting for him at the gate of Meiyuan. Chen Xia had to continue selling medicine to make money.
"A few hundred yuan a night is just a smidge. Back then, my salary and bonus were over 1,000 yuan a day. It's nowhere near that."
If someone else heard this, they would definitely beat him to death for being such a show-off.
Can one thousand yuan in 2020 be compared with 100 yuan in 1980?
The Yu brothers probably made money by reselling Duffy, and they have come to deliver antiques several times recently.
Chen Xia didn't understand the value either. In fact, the two of them didn't understand the value either. They couldn't tell the real from the fake. One dared to sell, and the other dared to buy.
In addition, some people who came to sell medicine also took out some old items to pay for the medicine, so there were already quite a few jars, pots, ancient jade and gems in Chen Xia's house.
He didn't dare take the calligraphy and paintings because there were so many fakes of them, from every dynasty.
Chen Xia felt that this was not a good idea. At least he had to know whether it was real or not. The price didn't matter. Old things were worthless these days anyway.
As long as it is real and hidden for decades, the price will definitely be much higher than 6 Tamiflu pills.
But if it is fake, Chen Xia will have to stop purchasing old items. He can't let others treat him as a fool, right?
If you have any problems, go to Yu Deshui. He is a local boss and has many connections, so he must be the right person. So Chen Xia went to his house with a lot of local specialties given by the villagers.
Yu Deshui's family.
"I thought it was something else, just a master who knows how to identify old things. I actually know one, he was an old clerk in a pawnshop before liberation. These old guys are really good. They can tell the identity of anything with just one look."
"Yes, that's right. I'm looking for a master craftsman like that. The value doesn't matter. I just want to know whether the item is genuine, from what dynasty, and whether it's rare or not."
"Why would you want these old things? They're not edible or useful, and they just take up space at home. Only the capitalists and the old idiots like these things."
Chen Xia pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Hey, this is just a personal hobby. I just like these bottles and jars, and those shiny stones."
"If you really want it, I have an idea. If you don't find someone to appraise it first, the news will definitely leak out. There are too many smart people out there, and when you want to buy some old stuff, they'll all bid up the price, and you'll end up wasting money."
Chen Xia nodded repeatedly after hearing this. Yu Deshui moved closer and said:
"These old items can be found in every commune and every town. They were confiscated during house searches back then, and now they're piled up in warehouses with no one interested in them.
If you really want it, you can use some connections or give some benefits to the locals, and then you can just take it away like garbage, right? "
Chen Xia slapped his thigh and shouted:
"Great! Brother Yu, you are such a wise man. How come I didn't think of this?"
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