Chapter 166: Leading the trend and returning from foreign aid

The front yard of the Siheyuan.

In front of the Yan family’s house, Yan Bugui happily told Wang Mengde that his family would be able to buy a bicycle next month.

"Uncle, if you want to buy it, buy it now. The sooner you buy it, the sooner you can ride it."

Wang Mengde gave a reminder.

Unfortunately, Old Yan didn't understand. He didn't want to withdraw the fixed-term deposit, which would waste a lot of interest.

He also doesn't want to borrow from others. In the past, when his neighbors borrowed money from him, they had to pay interest, which was higher than the bank's interest. Now, the situation is the other way around, and he will definitely have to pay interest to others.

For someone who has never suffered any loss in his life, paying interest to others feels as painful as killing him.

Seeing that he looked indifferent, Wang Mengde naturally didn't say anything more.

Anyway, they are not his family or relatives, so he has done his best by giving them a reminder.

After chatting for a few more words, he carried the bucket back to his home in the central courtyard.

three days later.

In the evening, I was pushing my bicycle with He Shengnan and had just returned to the yard after get off work. I saw Yan Bugui, with a depressed expression on his face, sitting listlessly in front of his house, his eyes unfocused.

"Second uncle, what's wrong with you?
Didn’t you catch any fish today?”

When Wang Mengde saw his expression, he had some guesses in his mind, so he asked.

It must be a blow, and it is related to buying a bicycle.

Sure enough, after a moment of hesitation, Yan Bugui came back to his senses after a long while. He looked at Wang Mengde and said with a look of despair:

"Meng De, I regret not listening to you a few days ago. Now the country has issued a policy. Starting today, you need a Laozi bicycle coupon to buy a bicycle in Jingcheng. You can't buy one just by having money."

As he spoke, he began to beat his feet and stamp his chest.

As soon as he learned about this policy, he asked around at school. Someone well-informed had already spread the news that it would be difficult to get bicycle coupons in the future.

It is said that the indicators allocated by the commercial sector to each unit are calculated based on the number of people, and the ratio is quite low.

There are few employees in the study group, and the indicators that can be allocated are even fewer.

Many units are holding meetings today to study internal distribution plans.

After all, everyone knows that as long as it involves tickets, it means that they will be scarce in the future. Many young people in the unit are planning to buy a bicycle to show off when they get married.

Now that there is a sudden purchase restriction, everyone is starting to get anxious.

If this distribution plan fails to satisfy internal employees, the leaders will also be troubled, and if there is a real fuss, it will not be a good look.

After all, the workers are now the real masters of the situation, and employees in units and factories are not very afraid of their leaders, as they cannot be fired anyway.

At most, it's just a small mistake in secret, no big deal.

After Yan Bugui found out, he felt terrible.

It’s just three or five days away.

He will be able to save enough money to buy a bicycle.

Now, even if you have enough money, you can’t buy it.

He spent most of the day in school in a daze. After school, he hurried back home. He did not go fishing, but squatted at his doorstep, thinking about his problems.

This frightened Second Aunt Yang Ruihua.

When I asked him what was wrong, he didn't say anything and looked listless. I thought he was sick.

"Uncle, I've also heard that after this policy is implemented, the business sector will only issue a batch of bicycle coupons to each unit every six months or a year, and they will be scarce in the future.

But your family's needs are not urgent, so just wait for the unit to assign one, maybe in one or two years, it will be your turn."

Wang Mengde comforted.

It would have been better if he didn't comfort her. This comfort made Yan Bugui even more sad.

According to his estimation, the Yan family lost at least several dozen dollars this time.

The price of a bicycle voucher will definitely not be low in the future.

Back home, at the dinner table.

Wang Hao also mentioned this matter.

“Luckily, we bought these three bicycles early, otherwise it would be troublesome if we wanted to buy more later.

There is a young man in our department who was planning to get married during the National Day holiday. Both families had agreed to go to Wangfujing in early September to buy a bicycle, but now all this has gone wrong.

Because of this incident today, he had a few blisters on the corners of his mouth, and he was afraid that it would affect his marriage. Unfortunately, no one could help him. "

As he spoke, he began to feel regretful.

That young man is considered a backbone of the younger generation in his department.

If this incident affects work and progress, it would be a waste of time.

"Yeah, who would have thought that suddenly you would need a coupon to buy it."

Wang Mengde also said something pretending to cooperate.

"And the watch, Meng De, the watch you bought me last time. This afternoon, Mrs. Jiang next door secretly asked me if I wanted to sell it. She said she would give me 150 yuan.

Her youngest son is also getting married soon, and the woman wants a watch. They originally planned to go to the mall to choose it at the end of September, but now they need a ticket for the watch as well. "

Ran Xiaomei was also nearby, talking while eating.

She only wears the watch her son bought for her occasionally. Most of the time, she doesn't like it affecting her work, and basically only picks it up to check the time when she remembers to do so.

The rest of the time, it's just left in a drawer gathering dust.

"Mom, please don't agree to this. This is my gift to you."

Wang Mengde quickly explained.

If the watch is sold and someone with ulterior motives finds out about it a few years later, they can use it as an excuse to accuse you of a crime.

"Don't worry, I can't bear to sell it."

Ran Xiaomei said: "I just feel that this watch was only 60 yuan when I bought it, and it has been so long, but it can still be sold for 150 yuan."

At that time, when I bought these three Shanghai brand watches, it was the first year of their production, so I thought I got a bargain.

By the second year, that is, in 59, the selling price in the shopping mall had risen to yuan, which had doubled.

Now watch tickets are needed, and the price has gone up even more.

"Haha, Mom, this is because things are rare and expensive. In the past few years, anything that requires a ticket is in short supply. Once it is in short supply, the price will naturally be high."

Wang Mengde explained with a smile.

This year is still relatively good. By next year or the year after, the price of a food coupon worth one kilogram on the black market will start at three yuan.

Don't think it's too expensive, because even if you don't want it, there are many people who are eager to get it.

In difficult times, food is definitely one of the most sought-after things.

"Yes, that's true."

Ran Xiaomei smiled and nodded.

What my son said is very right. In recent years, not to mention grain, meat and eggs, even the price of tea, which has been limited since this year, is outrageously high in private.

On the other side, He Shengnan was drinking fish soup, feeling very happy.

She wore a Shanghai brand watch on her wrist, and no matter whether she was in the alley or at work, she attracted countless envious glances from girls.

Moreover, her parents' family also has a similar watch.

After dinner.

Wang Mengde took his two younger brothers and two sons out for a walk. Each of the four children held an iron ring in one hand and a long iron bar in the other.

As soon as I walked out of the courtyard, I saw Jia Zhang, leading Banggeng and Xiaodang, walking towards me from outside the alley.

Banggeng and Xiaodang each held an iron ring in their hands.

Jia Dongxu works as a fitter in a steel rolling mill. Tightening two iron rings is a piece of cake for him.

Seeing Wang Mengde, Jia Zhang forced an awkward smile on her face.

Although the two families have had a long-standing feud, the granddaughter's life was saved by the other party a few days ago.

In the original drama, she was a little more patriarchal. She did not beat or scold Xiaodang and the future Huaihua as some people said, and she did not use ugly words like "money-losing goods".

Bang Geng, after glancing at Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo, also called out to Wang Mengde, "Uncle Mengde."

He also accepted this favor because of his sister's matter.

Wang Mengde nodded and touched Xiaodang's head as a greeting, then led the children to the entrance of the alley.

At this time, many half-grown children were pushing an iron ring each, running around in the alley, shouting and yelling.

It seems that in addition to the chain rifle, he has also led the trend of a toy in advance.

Early September.

Except for the fact that it was still quite hot at noon, the weather in the morning and evening was already quite cool.

At Qianmen Railway Station, we saw off the last expert from other provinces and cities.

Wang Mengde let out a long sigh, and turned to Li Xiang and said, "Junior Brother Li, let's go back."

Return to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

In Mr. Pu’s office.

After a period of recuperation, although his complexion was still a little bad, Mr. Pu still insisted on coming to work.

"Sir, everyone has been sent away."

“Well, this matter has come to an end.

I took a quick look at your revised "Barefoot Doctor Manual", and the added part is very good, especially the first aid chapter, which is very detailed and practical.

I believe that with it, many fewer accidents will happen every year and many families will be able to avoid tragedies.

Moreover, I estimate that the contents of this newly compiled "Barefoot Doctors' Manual" will be sufficient for use within five years and will not need to be revised."

Pu Lao pinched his beard and said with satisfaction.

"Sir, you don't look fully recovered yet. Why don't you stay at home for a while and come back to work when you are fully recovered?"

Wang Mengde did not feel complacent, but said with a worried look on his face.

After all, my teacher is already over seventy years old.

Although he is usually in good health, he is old and sick.

Many elderly people often collapse after just one illness.

According to the original history, he didn't know the year in which Pu died, but he also wanted his teacher to live a few more years.

"Haha, I know my body is fine now."

Pu Lao said, then changed the subject: “By the way, I heard that Mr. Huo gave you a book, which is the result of his hard work over the years.

You must keep it well and study it seriously. This kind of thing is an opportunity that others will never get in their lifetime."

Fearing that his disciple would overthink, he explained:
"There is no sectarianism in my school. Besides, Mr. Huo and I have met several times. His medical skills and character are both top-notch. I am also very happy that you have this opportunity.

So, just study with confidence."

"Yes, sir."

Wang Mengde said with gratitude.

Being able to become Pu Lao's disciple is his greatest luck so far.

"Okay, go do something else first. I'll take a look at the work that I've missed in the department these days."

Coming out of Mr. Pu’s office.

After returning to his office and sitting down, he took out the medical book that Mr. Huo had given him and began to read it carefully while he had nothing to do.

Combined with the vast amount of medical knowledge he learned from space, he gains something every moment.

He flipped through a page, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then picked up a pen and wrote a secret recipe on paper, and then stored it in the space.

The secret recipe just now is a recipe for treating dampness in the feet (athlete's foot).

He also plans to pass it down to his descendants.

in the afternoon.

In the internal medicine clinic of Guang'anmen Hospital.

People who came to see him for medical treatment formed a long line again.

As his fame grew, he cured more and more patients with difficult and complicated diseases, and the number of people coming to him for treatment increased rapidly.

Fortunately, his medical skills are very advanced now. When a patient comes in, he can prescribe medicine without hesitation after observing, smelling, asking and palpating the patient. Basically, he can diagnose and treat a patient in a few minutes.

Moreover, most of the medicines he prescribed were very cheap.

It was because of this era that hospitals did not have income targets, otherwise, he would have the habit of only prescribing cheap drugs.

In previous lives, even if one had superb medical skills, he would most likely not be able to make a name for himself, or would be forced to change his habits.

Behind him, two fellow apprentices were concentrating and writing down what was being written.

They dare not relax at all.

If I don’t seize this precious learning opportunity, I will probably have trouble falling asleep at night.

I waited until it was almost time to get off work before there were no more patients outside.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Mengde stretched his neck and shoulders, stood up, and said with a smile: "It's time to get off work. I guess there are no more patients. Let's go back to the institute first."

He was about to leave the institute when he got on his bicycle and a dark-skinned man who looked familiar shouted at him, "Meng De, Meng De."

Hey, isn’t this Qian Dayong’s voice?

Wait until the other person comes closer.

He immediately laughed: "Hahaha, Brother Dayong, when did you come back? Why have you become so dark and lost so much weight?"

The Qian Dayong in front of him no longer had the rough and strong image he had before, but had become dark and thin.

It seems that he has suffered a lot during the past six months abroad.

"Oh, it's hard to put it into words."

Qian Dayong pulled him aside and complained: "Southeast Asia is really not a place for human beings to stay. The climate is humid and hot, the sun is scorching, and the food is not appetizing.

If I hadn't been in good health, I would have been like Zhu Tao and the others, and would have gone straight home to lie down after getting off the train back to Beijing."

"So miserable?"

"It's more than miserable. We went to Southeast Asia with 60 people in total, but only 55 returned, including several sick people.

There are too many diseases over there, and they are all very difficult to treat. Fortunately, we brought a lot of herbs and the prescriptions you gave me. Otherwise, I'm afraid many people would not be able to survive due to acclimatization."

Qian Dayong had an expression as if he had survived a disaster.

"How's the schistosomiasis situation over there?"

"Speaking of this! Hey~"

(End of this chapter)