Wei Yuanbo was in the field, pulling weeds with his hands.
Using tools to weed would be faster and save a lot of energy, but Wei Yuanbo prefers manual weeding because it will not damage the roots of the Chinese herbal medicines.
This famous Chinese medicine practitioner in Xi'an, whose hands should have been used to diagnose pulses, were now black, dry, and covered with calluses.
At this time, Wei Yuanbo heard many footsteps nearby, but he did not look up and continued to pull weeds at his own pace.
It seemed as if the only thing in his eyes was the astragalus in front of him, and he didn't care about anything else.
It was not until he heard Director Wan calling him that he slowly raised his head.
"Doctor Wei, Doctor Wei, look who's here?"
Wei Yuanbo looked up at the people in front of him and naturally recognized that they were all senior leaders of the health system and the direct leaders of the hospital.
However, there was a young man in a white shirt and carrying a large black bag who was particularly eye-catching in the crowd, because everyone was standing around him.
Wei Yuanbo immediately realized who this young man was. He should be the one who introduced himself as his junior fellow apprentice.
Wei Yuanbo did not go up to recognize his relatives immediately. He had doubts in his heart at this time.
He hadn't seen his master for many years, and there was no way for him to communicate. He didn't know what his master's current situation was. Naturally, he didn't want a junior fellow to appear out of nowhere.
What if this junior brother is fake?
You have to know that his master Xiao Youlong is one of the four famous doctors in Peking. In his opinion, reputation is above everything else, and his master's reputation cannot be impersonated by others.
This situation is very common in later generations. If a famous Chinese medicine doctor has traffic, then a large group of apprentices will emerge to take advantage of the traffic and cheat money, but this was also not uncommon during the Republic of China.
Wei Yuanbo stood there motionless, but Lin Sanqi was filled with emotion.
It was also the first time he met this senior brother, and he didn't expect it to be in such an occasion.
But at the same time, he was relieved because although Senior Brother Wei Yuanbo was doing farm work and his clothes were very old, they were all clean and even his hair was carefully combed.
Not only were my hands dirty, but my shoes, with my toes exposed, were covered in mud. But there was nothing I could do about it; it was impossible to do farm work without getting dirty.
Overall, Senior Brother Wei Yuanbo still maintained a bit of the last dignity of an intellectual and did not give up on himself.
Lin Sanqi had also seen this when he went to the countryside to gather those doctors who had studied abroad. Obviously, these were the last group of truly principled intellectuals whose backbones had not been broken.
Lin Sanqi didn't care that the other party's hands were covered with mud, and stepped forward to hold Wei Yuanbo's hands tightly:
"Brother Wei, hello, my name is Lin Sanqi. I currently hold several positions, one of which within the health system is the director of the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital."
Wei Yuanbo was confused again. This self-proclaimed junior brother had become the dean of the capital. It seemed impossible that he was a liar. Otherwise, what was he trying to do?
He had the impression that Lin Sanqi, the director of the Capital Infectious Disease Hospital, was the inventor of tuberculosis treatment and a Western doctor. How come he became a disciple of Chinese medicine?
"Hello, Dean Lin, how are you and my master..."
Lin Sanqi immediately realized that intellectuals were prone to suspicion, so he quickly loosened his grip and pulled out a photo album from his backpack.
"Brother Wei, I did kowtow to Master Xiao Longyou and bring him water, but that was in 1959. Look, this is the photo of us becoming his disciple. It's all evidence."
Wei Yuanbo took the photo and looked at it, then he had more questions:
"Hey, this is Master, this is Master Shi Jinmo, this is Master Han Bangxu, and this is Master Lu Yuanlei, this one..."
Lin Sanqi smiled and said:
"Brother Wei, please stop counting. There are twelve masters of Traditional Chinese Medicine here. In 1959, my wife and I, the girl in the photo, worshipped the same master together. And we worshipped twelve masters at once."
Wei Yuanbo was stunned: "Ah? Twelve disciples at the same time? How is this possible? This is against the rules."
Lin Sanqi put away the photo and said casually:
"The main reason is that I have some ability in the capital, and it just so happens that these twelve elderly people have fallen into difficult situations due to special reasons. They are also afraid that their inheritance will be broken and they will not be able to keep the medical books.
So my wife and I got the consent of several masters and became their disciples together. This way, we could take care of them and keep their ancient medical books and secret recipes. This way, we killed two birds with one stone and benefited both my wife and me."
When Wei Yuanbo heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red:
"Master, is he okay? Is he still alive? It's because I, as a useless student, couldn't help you, and caused him to suffer."
The relationship between master and disciple at this time is comparable to that between father and son, especially the son-disciple, who is definitely raised like his own father.
But decades later, no matter how master or apprentice they were, they immediately turned against each other over money, attacked each other in the media, and lost all their dignity.
Lin Sanqi patted the downtrodden brother on the shoulder and comforted him:
"Don't worry, Master is doing well now. I took him to Bao'an County to live in seclusion. Although I am not very good at medicine and have failed the old man's expectations, I will definitely take good care of his later years and be responsible for his retirement and seeing him to the end."
Wei Yuanbo finally believed that this young man was his junior apprentice, so he smiled bitterly and said:
"In fact, I have been thinking about Master all these years. My parents have passed away, and Master is my only relative now.
However, since 1959, my movements have been restricted, I can no longer sit in the hall, and my monthly income is only around 20 yuan.
With this little money, let alone supporting my master, I can barely support my wife and children.
Over the years, I have written to Master, but there has been no response. I even suspect he is no longer around."
Lin Sanqi looked around the farm and asked:
"Brother Wei, who else is at your home now?"
Wei Yuanbo smiled faintly:
"My wife and three children are all by my side. My eldest son is married and has children. My second and third children have been affected by me and have never married. They do odd jobs on the farm."
Lin Sanqi said with a relaxed expression:
"Brother Wei, now that I'm here, why don't you invite me to your home?"
"this……"
Wei Yuanbo hesitated, and Director Wan encouraged him:
"Doctor Wei, it's okay. Minister Lin is your superior and politically reliable. Plus, you're brothers in the same school, so it's only natural for you to be close. So, we won't get involved. You can take Minister Lin to get acquainted with the clan."
"Okay, Junior Brother Lin, please come to my house and have a seat, hehe."
The two walked home while chatting about the past.
Lin Sanqi actually also wanted to see what the situation of these special groups was like in this era.
He is actually now in a high position. Every day he is either busy with smuggling or dealing with various upper-class people and foreigners. He has long been detached from the masses and has forgotten the suffering of the people.
The Flower City in another time and space he traveled to has basically reached the level of a developed country and is not a place of suffering at all.
Let’s put it this way, he didn’t suffer any hardship when he first traveled through time in 1959, so now he has no idea what life is like for poor people.
After coming down from the mountain, Wei Yuanbo took Lin Sanqi to a family area.
The family area is clearly divided into two parts. One part is composed of low thatched houses with walls plastered with yellow mud. If a big man from Shandong comes here, he has to bend down to enter the house.
The other part is made of blue bricks and black tiles. The conditions are not good, but at least it looks like a residential building.
The contrast in conditions is very obvious.
Lin Sanqi saw the clues and asked, "Brother Wei, are you living in this shabby thatched hut? Are those the cadres' houses over there?"
Wei Yuanbo took a look and smiled. Obviously he didn't want to say anything more. Instead, he warmly invited Lin Sanqi into the house.
After entering the house, it took Lin Sanqi a while to adapt to the dark environment inside. After seeing clearly, he found that the house could only be described as extremely poor and bare.
Even the tables and chairs were obviously handmade and very rough.
As for household appliances, there was not a single one to be seen. There was even a hole in the wall with a kerosene lamp inside.
Is this a return to ancient society? On the same level as the hermits in Zhongnan Mountain?
Wei Yuanbo took a pottery jar and poured a glass of water for Lin Sanqi, then said cheerfully:
"My conditions here are a bit harsh, so I made all the furniture myself. Even this jar was made by a few of us old friends. How about it? It's very antique, isn't it? It's comparable to the hermits on Mount Zhongnan."
Lin Sanqi sighed inwardly, but his face remained carefree.
"Brother Wei, your place has beautiful mountains, rivers, and a great environment. It's truly a great place for cultivating immortality. I came here to inspect the farm and want to collaborate with Shaanxi Province to start growing Chinese herbal medicine. Do you think this is feasible?" (End of this chapter)
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