Chapter 163 Fan and Yan Bugui's Calculation

morning.

Pushing the bicycle, I walked along the gate and into the courtyard of the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Wang Mengde would chat and exchange a few polite words with a few familiar colleagues from time to time.

I went to the bicycle shed, parked the bike, and then wiped the sweat from my head.

He came here by bicycle, which was still a good thing because of the wind. Those who took the bus or walked were soaked.

Now, although it is just a little after eight o'clock, the air is filled with heat waves because it is already the hottest time of the year and coupled with the long-term drought and little rain.

Whether people are walking on the road or stopping, they feel like they are wrapped in heat.

He was in the same situation. After stopping his bike, he started sweating the moment he stopped.

Arrived at the office.

Zhang Qiaoyu and Sun Xiaoru were helping him clean the office.

"Junior Sister Zhang, Junior Sister Sun, good morning."

"Good morning, brother."

The two of them turned around at the same time and greeted each other with a smile on their faces.

Seeing the sweat on their foreheads, Wang Mengde said in a reproachful tone: "The weather is so hot, why didn't you turn on the fan while you were working?"

As he said that, he quickly walked to his office and turned on the switch button behind the fan blades of a desktop fan next to him.

At this time, the fan was not operated by buttons or touch, but by rotation.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound began to be heard, and at the same time, a slightly hot breeze blew over.

This desktop fan is the famous "Watson Brand" domestic electric fan.

In 1908, the modern fan was invented.

In China, the first domestically produced fan was invented in 1916 by Mr. Yang Jichuan in Shanghai.

At that time, the factory was named Watson Electric Factory, so the electric fans produced were also called "Watson Brand".

By 1925, the star of the fan family, the "Watson Fan", was officially put into large-scale production.

At that time, the fan's protective fan used a straight line shape, which was very primitive, but the "Watson" brand made improvements.

It uses eight wavy curves as protective fans, and is paired with timeless black and silver colors, as well as a classical base and lampshade, which is in no way inferior to Western designs at the time.

Some designs even go beyond that.

Even from the perspective of later generations, Wang Mengde believes that the appearance design of Watson brand domestic electric fans is not only not outdated, but also has a modern beauty. It has always been the most visually attractive member of the electric fan family.

As for the later designs of using several curved lines to form a mesh cover, it was not invented in China until 1973.

It not only makes it safer, but also makes the shape fuller and smoother.

After the first batch of Watson fans came on the market, Mr. Yang set up a public experimental display window in Suzhou, allowing the fans to rotate non-stop 24 hours a day for 6 months, and his reputation rose from then on.

Moreover, he also solemnly promised in his publicity, 'Ten-year warranty and free maintenance'.

When Wang Mengde learned that in the 1920s and 1930s, manufacturers of fans dared to promise a ten-year warranty, he thought about the promises made by the so-called "famous" brands in later generations.

One can't help but wonder whether this is a regression in technology or a regression in people's hearts.

At that time, many daily necessities were truly "still there even after the person is gone" and "one piece was passed down through three generations".

Feeling a slight cool breeze, Zhang Qiaoyu and Sun Xiaoru both showed comfortable expressions on their faces.

At the same time, I was also very envious.

This kind of fan is not something that ordinary people can afford.

The reason why Wang Mengde was able to be employed in the unit was because of the treatment that President Lu had fought for him.

Two months ago, at the weekly leadership meeting of the institute, he proposed to provide each older comrade with a fan, and the proposal was finally discussed.

Not only were fans turned on in the offices of older and weaker comrades, but Wang Mengde also appeared on the list.

After the meeting, the application was reported to the superiors. As expected, not only the institute but also the leaders had no objection.

The main reason is that his contribution is so great.

Even if some individuals are unhappy, they dare not speak out and can only sulk in their hearts.

Seeing the expressions of the two people, Wang Mengde smiled and said, "Don't be envious, I only drive for an hour at most every day when it's too hot to bear.

By the way, in a few days, if we revise the "Barefoot Doctor Manual", I have already applied to President Lu to add a ceiling fan in the big office.

Then, we can all enjoy the cool breeze.”

In this era, unlike in later times, power outages are the norm.

And because of the power shortage, in addition to factories, many units and households have been advised to save electricity and water.

Therefore, even if it is equipped with a fan, Wang Mengde does not turn it on often.

This is enlightenment.

"Really? That's great."

Sun Xiaoru said first with surprise.

Zhang Qiaoyu also had a happy expression on her face.

Electric fans are rare items. Ordinary people usually don’t buy them, and most of them can’t buy them.

Because from the perspective of today's people, its practicality is not as high as large items such as bicycles, sewing machines, watches, etc., and the material is also made of iron, and there are seasonal restrictions.

In their opinion, when the weather is hot, all they need to do is fan themselves, and the hot weather in the north only lasts about three months and will pass quickly.

This resulted in Wang Mengde being unanimously opposed by his entire family even when he wanted to buy one through some channels.

"How can I lie to you? I think this is almost certain. After all, there will be dozens of us crowded together.

Dean Lu said that what we need to do right now is the key items. The sooner we write them down, the sooner everyone can learn the knowledge in them. So, don’t let the weather reduce our efficiency.”

Wang Mengde explained with a smile.

"Then I'll go tell them the good news."

Zhang Qiaoyu excitedly prepared to go out the door.

"By the way, tell them that before they install it, they must not tell anyone else and just keep it to themselves."

Seeing that they were about to leave, Wang Mengde hurriedly gave them another instruction.

Although this matter is basically certain, it is still better to be cautious.

Many things are often ruined by details and early leaks.

After blowing for about ten minutes, the sweat on his body had disappeared, so he turned off the electric fan, then sat behind his desk, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan in one hand, and began to work.

In the past two days, Mr. Pu has been ill, so he has temporarily taken over the work in the internal medicine department.

Although there are not many internal medicine practitioners in the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, things are complicated.

Many of them are highly respected doctors or well-known throughout the country or in a province or city.

Among these people, some have different habits, some have strange tempers, and all aspects must be taken care of.

At the same time, he also had to go to Guang'anmen Hospital frequently to provide support.

Because it is a nationally renowned hospital of traditional Chinese medicine and is backed by the Chinese Medical Research Institute, many people who have complicated and difficult illnesses will think of coming here first. Major hospitals will also transfer some difficult patients here.

Every day there are some patients that other doctors cannot handle. Previously, most of the related work was undertaken or assigned by Mr. Pu.

Now it all fell on his head. After a busy period, he finally finished the work that needed to be done today.

He let out a long sigh and fanned himself vigorously with the palm-leaf fan.

I drank a large enamel pot of herbal tea and felt a little better.

evening.

After meeting up with He Shengnan at Deshengmen bus station, the two of them rode their bicycles each and headed towards Nanluoguxiang under the envious gazes of everyone.

Although it has only been two months since she gave birth, she has already been working for several days.

The fifty-six-day statutory holiday before and after childbirth has long passed.

As for the three months, or even four or five months of maternity leave in later generations, that was gradually developed after the 1980s and 1990s.

On the way, He Shengnan said a little embarrassedly: "Meng De, after I finished my vacation and returned to work, everyone said that I have gained a lot of weight."

Before she gave birth, she didn't make people feel that, but after she gave birth.

Not only did she eat more nutritious food during the confinement period, but even after the confinement period, the meals prepared for her at home did not get worse.

This resulted in her being noticeably plumper than other mothers after giving birth.

"You can't lose weight. If you lose weight, our daughter will become thin due to hunger."

Wang Mengde joked with a smile.

Thinking of his daughter, his heart was burning with joy and he wished he could go back home right now.

"Don't worry. When Yuanxun and Yuandi were born, they were not left hungry. Now there is only one, so they will definitely not starve."

He Shengnan said proudly.

Although she is not as talented as Qin Huairu next door, she makes up for her congenital deficiencies through acquired efforts. She eats well and has enough nutrition every day.

"Hey, do you want me to do another one?"

Wang Mengde saw that there was no one around, so he joked.

"It's killing me to say such things in the street."

He Shengnan never thought that he would say such words in public.

His face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

Fortunately, I found that there was no one around, so I felt relieved.

However, Wang Mengde's words just now also stirred some ripples in her heart. It has been more than two months since she gave birth to the child. According to her husband, it is okay.

When they arrived at the courtyard, they got off the car and two people, one in front and one behind, pushed the bicycles into the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Yan Bugui’s smiling face.

He was standing in front of his house, obviously waiting for someone, with a bucket in front of him.

"Meng De, you guys are back from get off work."

Before the two of them could speak, Yan Bugui took the lead in saying hello.

"Uncle, we are back. Did you go fishing again?"

Seeing a few crucian carps in the bucket in front of him, Wang Mengde said with a smile.

Looking at the two bicycles with envy, Yan Bugui pushed up the frame of his glasses and explained, "Hey, since I don't have classes this afternoon, I went to Shichahai to fish for half a day.

You know what, even though it’s hot, there are a lot of fish, these big crucian carp, each weighs less than half a pound.”

As he was talking, he took the bucket and moved forward, muttering quietly:
"Meng De, I'll keep all of these for you. I've weighed them in advance. The total is two catties and twelve ounces."

"Okay, Uncle Er, I'll take the fish back first. I'll go for a walk outside after dinner later and bring you the money. It's fifty-five cents in total, right?"

Wang Mengde was happy when he saw several big crucian carp.

This thing is a magic tool for increasing milk production.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow.

As for the weight, since Yan Bugui said it was 2 jin and 12 liang, it must be correct.

I can't guarantee anything else, but he won't do anything with this kind of weight.

"Hey, Meng De, I'll wait for you then."

Yan Bugui rubbed his hands and said happily.

After Wang Mengde and the other man left, he just turned around and walked into the house, and his second aunt Yang Ruihua couldn't wait to ask: "Old Yan, have you sold all the fish?"

"Well, I got fifty-five cents."

"That's great. I made another fifty-five cents today. If I make the same amount every other day, I'll make eight dollars and fifty cents a month.

We have saved dozens of dollars from selling fish in the past few months. If we can do this for another three months, Lao Yan, you can buy a bicycle."

Yang Ruihua was thinking happily.

"Hey, it's not another three months. I've calculated that if Jie Cheng and Jie Fang take time out to go fishing together, in another two months, we will have enough money left at home, excluding the savings for the fixed period."

Yan Bugui corrected.

Recently, his two sons also joined the fishing army. You know what, the catch of three people is much more than that of one person.

"Yes."

Yang Ruihua also reacted: "Old Yan, you are still good at calculating."

"That's right. If I don't know how to calculate, there's no way I can have any money left over from my salary to feed six people in my family, and I have to buy something as big as a bicycle."

Yan Bugui said with a proud look on his face.

"Old Yan, now that He Shengnan has finished her confinement, will she stop buying fish from us? If we send the fish to the purchasing station, we will lose a lot of money."

Yang Ruihua suddenly thought of something and said with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry. I sounded out Wang Mengde a few days ago and he said they will need it in the next two months."

"That's good. You see, this person is really the same person with different fates. Think about He Shengnan and Qin Huairu. They are both equally beautiful and are both top-notch.

But look at what kind of life He Shengnan led. After the confinement period, she still had nutritious food every day, while Qin Huairu didn’t eat much during the confinement period after giving birth.”

Yang Ruihua sighed.

"Humph, Qin Huairu just married the wrong person."

Yan Bugui said in a low voice with disdain in the direction of the Jia family.

Middle Court.

arrive home.

Wang Mengde put the bucket by the door, washed his face and hands, and then couldn't wait to go to his daughter.

At this time, Yaya had just finished drinking milk, her whole body was emitting the scent of milk, and she was sleeping soundly.

Beside her, Zhou Xiaoyan was fanning her granddaughter with a palm-leaf fan, and she said cheerfully, "Meng De, Yaya just fell asleep after drinking milk and pooping.

Since you guys are back, I will go back first. My family is waiting for me to come back and cook."

Having said that, he put down the palm-leaf fan in his hand, stood up, and was about to walk out the door.

"Mom, wait a minute, take some candy back for Yanan."

Wang Mengde quickly called her and took out a handful of candies, about a dozen, from the box in the bedroom and handed them to her.

(End of this chapter)