Everyone came to the door of Wang Xidong's house, and scared Wang Xidong's four children so much that they ran into the house.
"Minister Lin, this is my home. This room is the main hall and kitchen. The one on the right is where I live, and the one on the left is where the children live. There's also a chicken coop in the yard."
Everyone could see that the Wang family seemed to have no place that could be used as a clinic.
Village Chief Huang then said:
"Minister Lin, how about this? Our village strongly supports the village clinic. How about we pay for it and build another building next to it to serve as a clinic?"
Lin Sanqi nodded:
"That's one solution, but firstly, building a clinic takes time. Secondly, people are all different, and not every village in the country has the financial and human resources to build a new clinic."
Everyone was in a dilemma when they heard this. They didn't want the existing house, and they couldn't easily build a new one. What should they do?
Lin Sanqi took a look at the threshing ground at the foot of the mountain and came up with an idea:
"Village Chief Huang, look at those warehouses over there. Can you spare one of them to use as a clinic? It happens to be right at the entrance to the threshing ground in the center of the village, so it's convenient for people to come and go."
In those days, the rural areas implemented a collective system, and the harvested grain was stored in a centralized manner, so every village had several public warehouses.
When Village Chief Huang heard this, he was immediately delighted:
"Yes, there is an empty room in the warehouse. Let's go take a look."
Lin Sanqi walked into an earthen house and didn't smell any dampness. He guessed it was used to store grain, and the moisture-proofing work was done well.
"I think this small warehouse is good. It should be about 100 square meters, right? Put a table here to serve as the doctor's desk. Put a few cabinets over here to store medicine. There's room for a few beds here as a temporary observation ward."
Wang Xidong said a little embarrassedly:
"This house is better than mine. It's spacious enough."
Village Chief Huang also asked excitedly: "Minister Lin, what do you think?"
Lin Sanqi made the decision and said, "Okay, let's choose this place. We don't need to build a new one, just move some furniture in and we can use it."
"This place is not far from Comrade Wang Xidong's home, and he can come down just by calling. In addition, our barefoot doctors are trained to give injections and infusions, and this place is large enough to serve as a temporary inpatient department.
Comrade Wang Xidong, don't be afraid and think that you, as a doctor, can't handle the workload.
I tell you, the busier you are, the better. Because there are registration fees for outpatient treatment, observation fees for hospitalization, and the price difference of medicines, plus the 10 yuan subsidy, believe it or not, your monthly income far exceeds that of doctors in the city."
When talking about making money, Wang Xidong smiled so hard that his big gray teeth were exposed.
"It's better to be busy. Being busy means the villagers trust me."
Village Chief Huang asked weakly at this time:
"Minister Lin, when does our training class start? I heard that even the county hospital is out of medicine. How are we going to get medicine in our village clinic?"
Lin Sanqi said lightly:
"Since you are allowed to run the village clinic, the medicines will naturally be guaranteed. The main antipyretics, antidiarrheals, and anti-inflammatory drugs will be shipped from Bao'an County.
In addition, barefoot doctors must also learn to identify Chinese herbal medicines. In their spare time, they can go up the mountain to collect herbs and then treat patients. When the time comes, we will teach these barefoot doctors about Chinese herbal medicines.”
Lin Sanqi's barefoot doctor manual was entirely printed in modern society, the paper and printing are very exquisite, and all Chinese herbal medicines are shown with clear photos.
When barefoot doctors go up the mountain to look for medicine, they can't make mistakes as long as they compare the manual with the photos.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt relieved.
Just as everyone was talking and laughing, two people suddenly ran in from outside the village, shouting where Minister Lin was.
Lin Sanqi was a little puzzled. He didn't have any relatives in Guangxi, so why would someone come to see him?
Looking again, they were just two young cadres from the county.
"Minister Lin, there's been a fight in nearby Yiwang Village, and County Magistrate Jin wants you to collect samples quickly."
All the villages in Du'an County were electing barefoot doctors last night. Some villages, like Dizhu Village, were successful in the elections peacefully, but Lin Sanqi was also mentally prepared for the possibility that some villages would fight tooth and nail.
Especially if there are two or three big families in the village, and everyone wants to nominate their own to be a barefoot doctor, fighting is bound to break out.
This is just like the election of village director decades later. No one is convinced by anyone else, and no one agrees with the result. According to rural customs, it all depends on who has the stronger fist.
Lin Sanqi needs a smooth election, but he also needs an election with a fierce battle. These are all examples of experience.
"Is Yiwang Village far away?"
"Not far, not far, only 15 miles."
Lin Sanqi suddenly rolled his eyes. Walking 8 kilometers on the mountain road was not far at all.
Wang Jin was about to prepare a temporary slide to carry his boss away when he was stopped by Lin Sanqi.
My goodness, is this the resurrection of the landlord?
If he were in Hong Kong, he would dare to sit down because he is the boss and Wang Jin and the others are employees. But in mainland China, he would not dare to do so, otherwise he would be criticized.
"Alright, alright, it's only 8 kilometers, let's walk. Let's go now."
At this time, in Yiwang Village, the two groups of villagers from the same village had been separated by county cadres, but they still continued to curse at each other and throw mud at each other from time to time.
County Magistrate Jin had his glasses broken at one end, and he was cursing in embarrassment:
"If you keep hitting me, I'll call the militia and send you all to labor camps. Damn it, you're even rebelling."
This is a minority county, and the cadres can only persuade and appease the people. If it were an ordinary county, they would have been taken away to eat flowers long ago.
When Lin Sanqi arrived, he was already panting like a mountaineer, while the bodyguards beside him looked fine.
After a short rest and a Snickers bar, Lin Sanqi finally recovered and asked County Magistrate Jin who came to greet him:
"Old Jin, what's going on? Why did they start fighting?"
County Magistrate Jin also said helplessly:
"Minister Lin, Yiwang Village is a troubled village. It has a total of 310 households and a population of about 1,000. Most of the villagers come from two major families, one with the surname Wan and the other with the surname Bu.
The Wan and Bu families in this village used to fight each other every year. The smallest incident would become a powder keg. In the past, people would die every year. Now, in the new society, there are no more deaths, but injuries still happen every year.
The county knew this troublesome village was difficult to deal with, so I personally came here to preside over the barefoot doctor election. But the Wan and Bu families refused to accept the election results and were completely mad.
Lin Sanqi thought that this village was actually quite typical.
This is just like his hometown Shilou Village and Pingle Village. They have a feud, but they live closely together and cannot be separated.
But we can’t stop carrying out our work just because there are conflicts between two surnames or two villages, right?
There are many villages like this across the country. Rural people have a very direct way of solving problems, which is beating, so every family wants to have a son.
Without a son, you will definitely lose a fight.
However, how to resolve the conflict between two surnames in the same village is a very tricky issue and it is definitely not something that can be solved by just a few shouts or words of persuasion from county officials.
Unless it’s the guy from the capital’s Gold Mountain who comes, no one else will listen.
Therefore, it is extremely difficult to resolve the conflict between the two factions in the village, especially when it involves economic interests.
Now both the Wan and Bu families want to get the barefoot doctor position, and it is a situation of life and death.
Lin Sanqi had figured it out on the way. The competition for quotas in rural areas was inevitable in every village across the country.
But if this issue cannot be resolved smoothly, or if a nationwide solution cannot be found, then the barefoot doctor program will be difficult to promote nationwide.
This is the time to test Lin Sanqi's wisdom.
Lin Sanqi thought as he walked towards the center of the village.
At the threshing ground in Yiwang Village, the two sides were still confronting each other, and the scene was in a mess.
Wan Laicheng saw someone coming from outside the village. He saw from the other person's temperament and dress that he was obviously a cadre, so he instructed his fellow clan members:
"County Magistrate Jin has asked for reinforcements. He should be a higher-ranking official than the county magistrate. We must all argue for our rights later. We clearly won the barefoot doctor election. Why do the Bu family deny it? We can win the world with our rights."
The Wan family accounts for 50% of the total population of the village, while the Bu family only accounts for 40%. Therefore, if one person has one vote in the election, the Bu family will definitely suffer a loss.
Because the Bu family knew they would definitely lose in the election, they decided to go all out and make a fuss, refusing to acknowledge the election results.
At this time, Bu Liang, the head of the Bu family, was also instructing his fellow clan members:
"The big boss is here. We must all unite. No one person's words will get the better of us. Being a barefoot doctor is not only about the reputation of our Bu family, but also about the opportunity to eat government food. We absolutely cannot miss it."
Barefoot doctors are actually half farmers and half doctors.
But for farmers, this seems to be no different from eating public food and becoming a public servant. Otherwise, why would the government pay them wages every month?
This shows that no matter what era, taking the civil service exam is the first choice for ordinary people. (End of this chapter)
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