Chapter 177 Lin Kushen's Great Wisdom
Seeing his mother so sad, Lin Sanqi thought that this was the final nail in the coffin, and he burst into tears:
"Oh my god, I'm late. I didn't see my dad for the last time. I'm such an unfilial son~~~"
"My dad~~~"
"Your beloved youngest son is back, why are you missing~~~"
Seeing the mother and son of the Lin family hugging each other and crying, the neighbors who were watching the excitement in the yard were helpless:
Hou Daya nudged Ma Dazhuang next to her and asked:
"Hey, Debojing, what's going on? Judging from what the Lin family is saying, is Lin Laoguang really dead? Just recently?"
Ma Dazhuang was also a little stunned, with a lot of questions in his mind:
"That's not right. Wasn't Lin Laoguang fine when he left this morning? We even said hello, how could he suddenly disappear?"
Matchmaker Wang was also confused at this time.
"I've been staying in the courtyard all day, and I haven't heard of any funeral arrangements at the Lin family. Why hasn't Lin Laoguang's body been brought back? I haven't seen any neighbors, relatives, friends, or even work colleagues come to offer their condolences."
Bao Yansheng, the sitting gun, didn't take it seriously and said quickly:
"Maybe it's because people in the South have different customs. When someone dies, they don't hold a funeral. They just take the body to the crematorium and that's it. That's why people in the South are snobbish. Jin Caifeng is also quite heartless."
The northern neighbors agreed with this and nodded repeatedly:
"These southerners are so unrefined. We in the north at least call in a few Taoist priests to chant sutras and pray for the deceased's soul to be reborn, then have a feast with tofu rice and send the person off in style. But the Lin family is so cold and desolate after someone died, just like a puppy died."
This is typical slum culture.
If you are lucky, you can get along with your neighbors in the same courtyard like family members. When there is anything going on at home, your neighbors will help you. They are like a family.
But there are also those who are unlucky, with a yard full of beasts, just like in the TV series "Love in the Courtyard". You scheme against me and I scheme against you, and I feel extremely uncomfortable when I see you living a good life.
The Gege Mansion is neither good nor bad.
If the Gege Mansion was full of employees of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, forming a unit and a compound, the atmosphere would be much better, after all, the neighbors are all colleagues.
But the Gege Mansion is a mixed crowd, with people from all kinds of units, including Peking natives like old man Na Ming, so the interpersonal relationships are quite complicated.
The Lin family mother and son cried for a long time, and then Lin Sanqi asked:
"Mom, has Dad been cremated? Are the ashes buried in the capital, or are they being brought back home?"
Jin Caifeng wiped her tears and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Your father is not dead. We are just worried that something might happen to you in the epidemic area of Qin County. We are pretending that your father is dead in order to trick you back."
"ah?!"
Lin Sanqi and the neighbors were all shocked when they heard this.
Lin Sanqi had some doubts to begin with, but now that he heard that his father was not really dead, he immediately felt relieved.
When the neighbors heard this, they were all at a loss whether to laugh or cry:
The prince slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my god, I was saying that Lin Laoguang was a good man, how could he have such a short life? It turns out he is not dead."
Matchmaker Wang also patted her chest in shock: "I was scared to death, I'm glad you're okay."
Hou Daya's face was full of contempt: "Wow~~ You Lin family members are good at playing, and you are not afraid of taboos! Well, there is no more tofu to eat, let's go..."
Lin Sanqi was still a little worried, so he dropped his luggage and stood up.
"Mom, it's still early. I'm going to the hospital to take a look and sign in with my boss."
Jin Caifeng nodded repeatedly:
"Stinky boy, do you know how anxious Dean Shen and Section Chief Kong are because of your matter? If Dean Shen hadn't asked the old leader for help, you wouldn't be able to come back."
Lin Sanqi didn't know that there were so many stories behind this, and he was still a little touched. After all, someone cared about him all the time.
Since his father who died in 1959 was not dead, Lin Sanqi felt relaxed. He carried a bag and walked towards the Chinese medicine hospital leisurely.
Just as we arrived at the hospital gate, Zhang Jingang, the head of the security department, was on patrol. When he saw Lin Sanqi coming back, his eyes lit up:
"Wow, you're finally back. If you hadn't come back, we would have sent people to Guangqi to look for you."
Lin Sanqi smiled awkwardly and said, "Section Chief Zhang, we've all been worried. Come on, have some fruit. This is some local specialties I brought back from Guangqi."
Lin Sanqi took out two tangerines from his backpack and stuffed them into Section Chief Zhang's hand.
"Ah, Orange, this is really good stuff, haha, then thank you. Let's go, your father and Dean Shen are waiting anxiously."
"Okay, see you later!"
Lin Sanqi walked towards the Chinese medicine hospital and was greeted by his colleagues along the way. He also scattered oranges along the way.
This wave of actions won Lin Sanqi great favor among his colleagues.
Don't underestimate a few oranges. In 1959, it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to eat some fruit.
Especially the fruits in the south, they are rotting in the fields in large quantities and cannot be sold.
But people in the north have no chance to eat southern fruits at all. The few fruits that are available are carried back by human flesh, and they are considered high-end gifts when given to relatives and friends.
The main reason is that the traffic bottleneck is too severe.
North-south transportation mainly relies on railways, but in 1959, the only major north-south passages were the Jinghan Railway and the Yuehan Railway, both of which were single-track.
Moreover, the route is disconnected after reaching Wuhan because there is no railway bridge across the Yangtze River, further exacerbating transportation difficulties.
It was not until the completion of the Wuhan Yangtze River Bridge in October 1957 that the railway from the capital to Huadu was renamed the "Beijing-Guangzhou Line" and the entire line was connected, but it was still a single line with limited capacity.
In addition, the trains are all steam engines, and the speed is only forty to fifty kilometers per hour. Train transportation also requires packaging, queuing, dispatching, and vehicle allocation before transportation.
The fruits in the south would have rotted after going through this process and could not be transported to the north at all.
Perhaps this is the main reason why eating "canned fruit" is popular in the north?
When we arrived at the treatment area, there was always a long line in front of Dr. Lin Kushen's office.
Lin Sanqi peeked into the office and saw his father taking a patient's pulse while his elder brother was copying a prescription.
Lin Sanqi felt relieved now, thinking that it would be better for me to be deceived than for an accident to happen.
Lin Kucan caught a glimpse of his youngest son out of the corner of his eye, was slightly surprised, then smiled and pointed at his youngest son with his finger.
Lin Gancao's face lit up with joy. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly remembered something and just smiled and nodded at Lin Sanqi.
According to the rules of traditional Chinese medicine, one must never be distracted when there are patients. Firstly, it is to respect the patients, and secondly, it is to avoid misdiagnosis or missed diagnosis, which will delay the patient's condition.
Judging from this detail, the Lin family’s family education is actually quite strict and traditional, of course, it is more targeted at the eldest son.
Lin Sanqi also smiled and walked into the clinic. Because there were other patients being treated inside, he did not say anything. Instead, he took the water cups from his father and eldest brother and walked out.
When I came back, both water glasses were full, with a few slices of 50-year-old tangerine peel in them.
Lin Kushen paused for 10 minutes when he saw his youngest son coming back.
"Dad, big brother, come, have some tea, hehe."
Lin Sanqi thought he was going to be scolded, so he stood at attention and prepared to listen carefully.
In the end, Lin Kushen didn't mention the epidemic area at all. Instead, his eyes lit up when he smelled the tangerine peel tea:
"Hmm, good! This is the aroma of Xinhui dried tangerine peel, authentic. Let me smell it again. It's at least 50 years old. This is a treasure for us Dongguang people. It seems that you found a lot of good things in southern China this time?"
When Lin Sanqi heard about the harvest, he was very proud:
"Of course, I've browsed all the good stuff in the south. We have all kinds of seafood and fruits. I even brought back a lot of Pien Tze Huang. Dad, do you want to use it when you treat patients?"
Lin Kushen nodded repeatedly while drinking tangerine peel tea:
"Pian Zai Huang? This is a good thing. Our country is short of antibiotics, and Pien Zai Huang can replace them. It's very effective. Next time a patient needs it, I'll introduce you to the business."
Lin Sanqi was a little surprised that his father spoke so bluntly:
"Ah, isn't that wrong? This is buying drugs privately. If we catch them, will it be considered profiteering?"
Lin Kucan said indifferently:
"What kind of mistake is that? The hospital has no medicine, but they don't allow patients to find a solution on their own? This is all for saving lives. The patients do have real difficulties, so the higher authorities are turning a blind eye."
Lin Gancao also whispered beside him:
"A lot of medicine comes into our hometown from Hong Kong every year. If it were smuggled from other countries, they would be arrested, but as long as it's medicine, they will generally let it go. After all, one more bottle of medicine can save one more life."
Lin Sanqi understood. This was just like the black market today.
As long as you don't go too far and don't sell large quantities of food or sensitive materials, the relevant departments will pretend not to see any minor incidents.
After all, people must be left with some way to survive in times of famine. Sometimes, being pushed to the limit can easily lead people to extremes.
"Dad, I've completed all the other tasks well, but our little Western-style house is gone, and there's nothing Grandpa and Grandma can do about it."
Lin Kucan pointed at his eldest son next to him and said:
"This isn't something we should worry about. Let your eldest brother and Jiageng worry about it. If our children and grandchildren are capable, they can earn back a fortune on their own. If they are incompetent, even if we guard a mountain of gold, we will eventually eat it all up."
Lin Sanqi disagreed: "Dad, you're too easy to talk to. If it were me..."
"What can you do if you're in my place? Hit someone? Can you beat those three? Swear at someone? Will it hurt or itch?"
"Well, it would be nice if I could just curse a few times to vent my anger."
“Haha, I guess you’ve already pissed yourself off before you even vent your anger, so why bother?
Besides, the small Western-style building was built in the late Qing Dynasty and is old and will probably collapse after a few typhoons. As long as the title deed is in our hands, at worst we can just demolish the small Western-style building and build a large one ourselves. Wouldn't it still be ours?
Oh~~~
Lin Sanqi understood again. It turned out that his father had the land deed in his hand. He felt confident and did not fight for the present, but only for the future.
When the building collapses, the newly built house will still be your own. What is valuable is the land, not the house itself.
Lin Sanqi thought that his vision was still too narrow, and it turned out that old people are the wisest.
(End of this chapter)
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