Chapter 212: Desolate Changping Farm
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 car, they saw the barren fields in front of them and the barren mountains in the distance, and they felt very cold in their hearts. It felt even colder than the northwest wind in the first month of the year.
Fang Sanxiao got out of the car holding his little daughter. Just then, a cold wind blew, blowing up the yellow sand in the wasteland. He couldn't open his eyes and had to hold his daughter tightly.
Fang Sanxiao's wife Zhao Lan held her eldest daughter's hand and carried a large box with her right hand with difficulty.
Fang Sanxiao's eldest son Fang Jingwei was carrying a large bag and looking blankly at the desolate new world before him.
"Dad, this is Changping? Why is it so deserted?"
Fang Sanxiao sighed, but as the head of a family, he still put on a smile:
"This used to be the royal cemetery. The Ming Dynasty emperors were buried here after their death. Look, the mountains around it form a circle, with only a gap in the southwest. This is a perfect feng shui location."
Zhao Lan used to be a temporary worker in the street. This time she was sent down to Changping along with her husband. Naturally, she was extremely unwilling to do so.
"Huh, what's the Feng Shui treasure land? It's just a cemetery. How can it compare to the city? Dean Shen is really something. There are more than 400 employees in the hospital, why did he choose to send our family to the countryside? What's his reason???"
Fang Sanxiao was so anxious after hearing this that he shouted:
"Shut up, you stupid girl! If it weren't for Dean Shen, our family would have returned to our hometown in Hanzhong long ago. Back then, even our household registration had to be changed back to rural. It's not like now. At least we still have our capital household registration, and there's still hope for a restored food supply."
Zhao Lan rolled her eyes when she was scolded, and it was obvious that she was still not convinced.
How can I accept this?
There are more than 400 employees in a unit, and they just picked those who are from other places or have no outstanding contributions to be laid off. It would be strange if those who were laid off would accept it.
In fact, Fang Sanxiao was also unwilling to accept it in his heart.
He came from a rural area, and his parents, brothers, and entire family supported his schooling. He also worked hard and finally got admitted to the National Medical College at that time.
After more than ten years of hard study, I really worked hard and risked my life to get a job opportunity in Peking. I thought I had made a name for myself.
As a result, because he was not from Peking, he became a laid-off worker and was almost sent back to his hometown to farm.
No normal person would be convinced.
But what if I'm not convinced? This is the national policy, and it's not something my company can change.
What's more, if Dean Shen had not made a prompt decision to establish the farm, gambled his own political future, and promised his superiors that all employees would be self-sufficient, not add trouble to the country, and not take a bag of grain from the country, otherwise it would have been difficult to establish this farm.
Fang Sanxiao comforted his wife beside him and said:
"Don't lose heart. As long as we stay, the hospital will not abandon us once the difficulties are over. We can return to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to work. Doctors like us are in great demand in society. How can they leave us idle?"
I have to say that intellectuals like Fang Sanxiao have a very sharp eye and know that he is a rare talent.
But man proposes, God disposes. In a few years, the buzz will start. Unfortunately, intellectuals like doctors will continue to have no place to use their skills. After wasting decades, everything will be over when the economy opens up...
Among the people who got off the bus, there were not only those who complained and cried, but also many employees who were born in rural areas and knew what the fundamentals were. At this time, they had already come to the edge of the fields in groups of three or four to check 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. Even a gust of wind formed a small sandstorm.
"Old Liu, the soil quality is worrying..."
Liu Kuisheng also squatted down, picked up a branch and started digging the soil, then threw the branch away and said with a wry smile:
"It seems we still have to be prepared to go hungry. Look, there's gravel all over the ground. I guess the land allocated to our farm is newly reclaimed wasteland. The soil and fertility are not good enough."
At this time, He Yixuan, who was standing with his hands on his hips, said with a smile:
"What are you afraid of? If the fertilizer isn't enough, we still have chemical fertilizers. We can just spread them on the ground and eat our fill."
Wang Xiaorong threw a clod of earth at He Yixuan and cursed with a smile:
"Even if you're smart, everyone knows that fertilizer is good, but how much fertilizer is available in our country? Even if you have money, you can't buy this treasure."
my country's fertilizer industry started in the 1940s. In the early days of the People's Republic of China, there were only five nitrogen fertilizer plants in the country, with an annual output of only about 6,000 tons.
The phosphate fertilizer industry did not build its first large-scale superphosphate plant until 1958, and potash fertilizer has long relied on imports.
This data did not reach its peak until 2015, when the national fertilizer production reached 71.65 million tons.
In comparison, the fertilizer output in 1960 was less than a fraction of that in 2015. Considering that my country was basically still an agricultural society in 1960, the whole country was in urgent need of fertilizers.
So it is almost impossible for the Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm to get fertilizer.
He Yixuan is an optimist. He knows that fertilizer is impossible to obtain, but he doesn't think any difficulty can defeat him:
"What's there to be afraid of without fertilizer? We have five or six hundred employees and their families at our Changping branch. If we let everyone eat to their heart's content, eat as much as they can, and then poop as much as they can, and make a fuss, wouldn't that be natural fertilizer? So why worry about low yields?"
As soon as the words fell, a group of Chinese medicine hospital staff came over and someone shouted:
"He Yixuan, are you the one who carried the baby in the womb of Emperor Hui of Jin?"
"That's right, I have enough food, why do I have to go out to shit in the wilderness?"
"Damn it! I'm so hungry I can't even poop! And you're asking me to poop! I'm gonna poop you!"
"Beat him up, it's so mad!!!"
So a group of people rushed forward and beat up He Yixuan, the idiot. For a while, laughter filled the fields.
Many staff members of the Chinese Medicine Hospital looked over and many of them laughed, which added a bit of warmth to this awful winter day.
At this time, Lin Sanqi was helping 12 old national treasures move.
The old national treasures actually carried very few clothes with them, just a small box. The majority of the items were books, and most of them were vertical handwritten manuscripts written in brush calligraphy, which were obviously antiques at first glance.
Lin Sanqi was so tired after moving all the books that his waist almost broke because they were so heavy.
"Old gentlemen, how about I go get some young people to help us move this? Oh my god, this is a truck full of books. How long will it take me to move it?"
Mr. Lu Yuanlei, holding a wooden box tightly, objected:
"No, we old guys only trust you. No one else can help us. Boy, are you underestimating these medical books? Let me tell you, they are all treasures. If you study these medical skills thoroughly, I guarantee you will become the top doctor."
Lin Sanqi was getting off the car with a bunch of books in his arms.
"Old man, I've heard of the top scholar in literature and martial arts, but I've never heard of the top scholar in medicine. Are you bullying me because I haven't studied enough?"
"Hey, kid, if you still don't believe me, ask everyone. What is a top scholar? It refers to the newcomers who rank at the top in various fields. Our traditional Chinese medicine community also selects a top scholar every few years.
For example, Gong Tingxian, the top scholar in medicine, Zhao Yangkui, the top scholar in martial arts, Wu Qijun, the top scholar in herbal medicine, Qiu Shaoyao, the top scholar in gambling, Lu Runyang, the top scholar in imperial carriage, Weng Tonghe, the top scholar in ginseng, etc., are all outstanding people of their generation.
You are a descendant of our Chinese medicine family. Haven't you ever thought that one day your medical skills will be the best in the world, and then you can beat the shit out of those fake foreign devils in Union Hospital and make our country proud? "
Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed, as he seemed to have just established contact with Union Medical College.
The key point is that he studied Western medicine for five years of undergraduate study. If these old men knew about this, he would be a complete traitor to traditional Chinese medicine.
Old Master Shi Jinmo stood with his hands behind his back, supervising the work at a leisurely pace. At this time, he also said with a smile:
"These books are either handed down from our ancestors, or they are the medical records, medical skills, and experience notes accumulated by several of us old men throughout our lives. If we lose a few of them, it will be a huge loss, and may even cause some generations of Chinese medicine to be interrupted. So I have to trouble you alone."
Lin Sanqi was now carrying a bundle of books in each hand and hurriedly moving them into the house.
"Mr. Shi, aren't you afraid that I'll steal all your precious books and all the secret recipes of your twelve families? I feel like what I'm holding in my hands aren't books, but mountains of gold and silver."
Old man Han Bangxu laughed out loud:
"Lin, Chinese medicine relies heavily on talent. Without any guidance, even if I gave you a medical book, would you be able to understand it? Just like my acupuncture, if you don't even know where the acupuncture points are, what's the point of memorizing them by rote?"
Lin Sanqi was already tired from moving things by this time, so he sat on the carriage and unassumingly opened a thread-bound book to read.
Traditional Chinese characters, vertical version, read from right to left, no punctuation marks, all written in classical Chinese. Lin Sanqi felt dizzy after a while.
I don’t understand, I really don’t understand.
In other martial arts online novels, those fishermen, woodcutters, and farmers cannot read a single word and have not received any education since childhood.
As a result, he would occasionally pick up a martial arts secret book in a cave or on the road, and practice it by himself to become a top martial arts master, a figure like the Sweeping Monk.
Whenever he saw this, Lin Sanqi had a question.
How could fishermen and woodcutters, illiterate and without anyone to teach them, understand the words in the books? How could they grasp those obscure secrets?
The other old men didn't care whether Lin Sanqi was secretly learning or not. They just smiled and went about their own business.
Lin Sanqi scratched his hair and became less and less confident in studying Chinese medicine in the future.
"Never mind, let's talk about the future later. What if one day the system rewards me with something like a Foundation Establishment Pill, a Marrow Cleansing Pill, or an Enlightenment Fruit? Then I'll suddenly be able to remember everything I see, become a genius in Traditional Chinese Medicine, and become the top doctor of our time?"
Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi picked up the two bundles of books and continued his work of carrying them.
(End of this chapter)
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