Chapter 213 Want the Old Man’s Secret Recipe
Night is about to fall.
The new employees at the farm were still adapting to their new living environment and were busy moving, so the Chinese medicine hospital provided food on the first day, two steamed buns per person, free of charge.
However, how to keep warm is up to each household to solve.
Each room in the tube-shaped building is 25 square meters, which is enough for a family of three. However, if there are three generations living together, or a family with four or five children, the future life will also be a torture.
Fortunately, this farm was approved in the name of the Changping Branch of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, so the state provided the wiring.
By dusk, from a distance, the Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm was also brightly lit. (Unfortunately, this light was about to cause trouble.)
In fact, it was just a matter of how bright could a 15-watt or even 5-watt light bulb be? But the conditions were much better than those in the surrounding villages, which also attracted the attention of the farmers. They stood at the village entrance to watch the excitement as if they were watching a peep show.
The staff of the Chinese Medicine Hospital thought they had suffered since coming to Changping, but in fact, compared with the lives of the farmers, the workers' lives were really very superior.
Living in an apartment building, having electricity, and earning a few dozen yuan a month—is there any better job than this? This is what farmers dream of.
Although the country no longer provides food rations, as long as employees have money, they can buy food from farmers around the Ming Tombs. As for whether they can buy it or not, it depends on their ability. If you really don't understand, you can find a section chief to learn from him.
Unlike the deserted area in the tube-shaped buildings, the bungalow area is bustling with activity.
The kang was warm, and the 12 old men sat around it. They all took off their heavy cotton coats and felt so comfortable.
Old Master Jiang Zonghui took the two steamed buns in his hand, rolled his eyes, and shouted to Lin Sanqi outside the house:
"Hey, Comrade Xiaolin, didn't you promise Shi Datou to buy braised pork elbow? Why don't you just give us steamed bread?"
Lin Sanqi replied from outside, "Grandpa, braised pork elbows are full of fat. Eating them can easily lead to hyperlipidemia and vascular sclerosis. We need to eat healthily."
"Bullshit! I'm so hungry I could play the piano with my ribs, and you're telling me to be healthy? Is there a healthier diet than meat? I used to eat all sorts of delicacies, back then..."
Mr. Shi Jinmo suddenly interrupted:
"Alright, alright, stop talking about the past. Why did we come to Changping? Isn't it all about those things back then? Damn it, treating Wang Jingwei's mother-in-law back then is now a crime? If it weren't for me, the existence of Traditional Chinese Medicine would be in doubt."
Lin Sanqi and Vice President Ji happened to come in with two copper hot pots at this time. They became interested when they heard the old men talking about the stories of the past.
"Hey, old man, are you talking about those things during the Republic of China? Let me hear about this."
Who knew that when the old men saw that they were going to have hot pot tonight, they all started drooling and could no longer hear what Lin Sanqi said.
It was truly a sin. These old men were definitely the wealthy class in the country back then. As famous doctors of the time, they charged hundreds or even thousands of silver dollars for treating dignitaries.
Just like Lin Kucan, he lived in a small Western-style house, drove a car, and had seven or eight servants at home. Not to mention food, clothing and other expenses, he never looked at the price tags when buying things.
As a result, in the new society, there are all kinds of problems, and then... well... there is nothing left anyway.
The oldest, Mr. Ren Yingqiu, rubbed his eyes, thinking that his eyesight was blurry, and asked in confusion:
"Hot pot tonight? Am I dreaming?"
Lin Sanqi chuckled:
"Mr. Ren, you're not dreaming. Don't we northerners love hot pot in the winter? Oh no, hot pot, right? Then let's treat today as Chinese New Year to celebrate moving into our new home and starting a new life."
Old Man Han nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, hot pot is good, it warms you up. By the way, Xiaolin, are we having vegetarian or meat hot pot today?"
Lin Sanqi came in from outside at this time, holding two large plates of mutton rolls in his hands.
"Of course it's a meat hotpot. We have plenty of beef and mutton tonight. You old gentlemen can eat as much as you want. Don't save money for me."
Vice President Ji was actually drooling with greed. Even though he was the vice president, he rarely had meat at home.
However, tonight he and Lin Sanqi are both guest waiters, and their purpose is to serve the 12 old national treasures in the house.
"My dear old men, tonight we have not only mutton and beef, but also look at this."
Vice President Ji brought in two large plates of lush green vegetables, which immediately caused the old men to salivate again:
"Wow~~ Such tender baby spinach, this is fresh Chinese cabbage, this is Shanghai bok choy, my god~~~ Where did you get all these green vegetables?"
Old man Xiao Longyou exclaimed, and now all the old men stood up from the kang, their eyes shining.
As mentioned before, in the north, people always store cabbage, radishes and vermicelli in winter, and ordinary people never see green vegetables. The vegetables that Lin Sanqi brings out are definitely top-notch ingredients for winter.
Before Lin Sanqi stopped, he brought in a large yellow pottery jar from outside.
Old man Ding Zhongying's hometown is Fuzhou. After Lin Sanqi entered the door, he sniffed again and again, and then his eyes were fixed on the yellow pottery jar.
"Hey, Comrade Xiaolin, this aroma is so familiar. Is that Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?"
When Hu Jian was on a business trip, Lin Sanqi specially bought more than 100 cans of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall from multiple stores on several occasions. It was not that he didn't want to buy more, but if he bought more, it would attract too much attention.
Lin Sanqi placed the pottery jar on the table and gave Old Man Ding a thumbs-up:
"Old man, it seems you were a big foodie back then. Yes, this is Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. I stewed it using the traditional method for eight hours. Would you like to try it?"
Mr. Ding was about to cry:
"Okay, since I came to the capital, I haven't been back to my hometown for ten years, nor have I tasted the local delicacies. Xiaolin, you are so thoughtful. Thank you."
"No, no, you're welcome."
Lin Sanqi is not a purely good person. The reason why he flatters the old men so hard is of course that he has ulterior motives. He thinks that if he serves them well, the old men will pass on some secret recipes to him.
By then, it is entirely possible that he will become a famous doctor in 2013 with just his "one unique trick".
In fact, Chinese medicine is not just a "general practice". Real famous doctors also have very specialized specialties.
Just like Lingnan Hall, as long as Lin Kushen can become the best in treating heatstroke and high fever, he can become a famous doctor with this medical skill alone and have a constant stream of patients.
Other diseases include lung diseases, spleen and stomach diseases, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, joint diseases, cervical and lumbar spine diseases, skin diseases, sleep disorders, gynecological diseases, rheumatic and immunological diseases, etc.
As long as Lin Sanqi has a clear conscience and has a thorough understanding of the treatment of one of the diseases, it will be enough for him to become a famous doctor in the future.
Even if he didn't become a Chinese medicine doctor, if he got the secret recipes passed down from a few old gentlemen and opened a pharmaceutical company specializing in the production of Chinese patent medicines in 2013, he would be on his way to making a fortune.
Like Le's Angong Niuhuang Pills, Qu's Yunnan Baiyao, Huang's Pian Zai Huang, Dai's Musk Heart Pills, Lei's Liushen Pills, etc.
These Chinese patent medicines, which were later listed as national secret prescriptions, were actually the secret recipes passed down from generation to generation by these traditional Chinese medicine families and were definitely worth tens of millions of taels of silver.
Later, these families voluntarily donated to the country, which led to the creation of large pharmaceutical companies with assets worth hundreds of billions.
Lin Sanqi believes that each of these 12 old men must have a similar national secret recipe.
In the original history, some of these secret recipes were passed down. For example, before his death, Mr. Shi Jinmo donated 10 secret Chinese medicine recipes to the motherland free of charge.
But some secret recipes were probably not passed down. The old man suffered a lot of grievances in the buzzing, or he had no good successors and would rather take them to the coffin than hand them over to the country.
Lin Sanqi was not greedy. Even if he was taught one or two secret recipes, it would be enough for him to make a fortune in another era.
Lin Sanqi was observing the old men. Although the old men seemed to be laughing on the surface, they were actually secretly observing Lin Sanqi in their hearts.
Who among those who could become famous doctors was simple-minded? These great intellectuals were full of ulterior motives. If Lin Sanqi really regarded them as retired old men strolling around the park playing chess, he would be gravely mistaken.
Lin Sanqi wanted to inherit their medical skills and get their secret recipes, but how could he just provide them with food and drink?
What the old men valued was a person's character, and they wanted to see whether Lin Sanqi was worthy of them teaching him medical skills.
Old man Han Bangxu looked at the table full of delicious dishes and smacked his lips a few times:
"Xiao Lin, you said we have meat and vegetables now, but the landlords' New Year celebrations back then were pretty much like this. But it seems like something is missing. What do you think?"
Mr. Hao made a drinking gesture and looked at Lin Sanqi pitifully:
"Naonao, this is too little, this..."
"Hahaha~~~" The old men in the room all laughed, and they were so happy that they couldn't stop laughing.
Lin Sanqi understood immediately, "Oh~~~ So that's it. Yes, yes, yes, I'm ready. Xiaolin, I'm at your service. Mission accomplished."
Lin Sanqi quickly ran out of the door, then took out a few bottles of wine from the passage and hurried back into the house.
"The wine is here~~~"
The old men were excited now: "What kind of wine do you have?"
“Erguotou is also fine!”
Lin Sanqi chuckled:
"You old gentlemen were also high-ranking people in your time. How could I possibly let you drink Erguotou? Come on, a bottle of Shanxi Fenjiu, a bottle of Kweichow Moutai, a bottle of Luzhou Laojiao, and a bottle of Shaoxing rice wine."
Hao Zhanchen grabbed the Luzhou Laojiao and burst into laughter:
"Okay, okay, Comrade Xiaolin, this is good. This is the wine from my hometown. I love it."
Shi Jinmo also took the Shaoxing rice wine, opened the lid and smelled it, then said in surprise:
"This is also my hometown wine. It's over 20 years old. It's a good wine. Comrade Xiaolin is very thoughtful."
Lin Sanqi brought the hot pot dipping sauce and stood aside like a waiter:
"Everyone wait a moment. It's not good for outsiders to see our feast. I'm going to close the gate."
When Lin Sanqi was building the bungalow dormitory, he deliberately installed a wall and a gate to separate it from the outside world and avoid being monitored. He was indeed a far-sighted person.
(End of this chapter)
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