Chapter 193 The Hardest Year

"Take a handful of Artemisia annua, soak it in two liters of water, squeeze out the juice, and drink it all."

When Wang Mengde saw this text, a light bulb went off in his head and he instantly found the crux of the problem.

The results of the Artemisia annua inspection were not ideal. It was not a problem with the Artemisia annua, but that their extraction method was wrong.

Previously, their extraction methods were either decoction or using ethanol as the extraction solvent, and the samples obtained were obtained after being subjected to high temperatures.

Under high temperature conditions, most of the effective ingredients in Artemisia annua are probably killed.

Therefore, the inhibition rate of malaria virus is not high.

After figuring it out, Wang Mengde became excited and his sleepiness disappeared immediately.

At the same time, my interest also increased.

He turned to look at He Shengnan who was mending clothes under the light, and whispered, "Shengnan, stop busying yourself and go to bed quickly."

He winked at her as he spoke.

She looked up at her man and immediately understood the tacit understanding they had gained over the years.

So he put the clothes in his hand aside and carefully covered the sewing machine with cloth.

She happily walked to the bed and quickly took off her coat.

Outside, the wind is howling coldly, but inside the house, it is warm like spring and full of vitality.

the next day.

Arriving at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Wang Mengde's face was full of smiles. He gathered everyone together and said, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so we don't have to work overtime these two days.

Today and tomorrow morning, everyone will do some finishing work, just like after the Chinese New Year, there will be important things to be done by everyone. "

Every year on New Year’s Eve, every unit has to go to work.

But everyone only works half a day, and after lunch, they basically have the afternoon off early.

Let the employees who have worked for a year go home and have a good New Year's Eve dinner.

Moreover, in order to let everyone spend the New Year peacefully, he did not talk about the problems he thought of last night.

He plans to wait until after the Chinese New Year and then let everyone conduct research based on his guess.

"Brother, we are not tired. We can continue the experiment in the next two days."

At the front of the crowd, Zhang Qiaoyu clenched her fists and said with determination.

Although there was no progress during this period, they did not get discouraged, but were determined to succeed under the leadership of Wang Mengde.

Now it is just the preliminary accumulation, not even a small setback in the research process.

This is the confidence that Wang Mengde has given them in recent years.

The previous successes have given everyone confidence.

"Yes, Brother, we can use these two days to look up another batch of information or extract a batch of samples."

Several other people also said in unison.

Looking at the determined faces of the ten people in front of him, Wang Mengde felt very gratified. This is the characteristic of this era.

"Haha, I told you, don't be so anxious for the next day and a half, you need to combine work and rest.

It's not good to be tense all the time, if we relax, maybe suddenly we can make a breakthrough, okay, that's it."

He continued to persuade.

Seeing his firm attitude, everyone stopped insisting and went to the laboratory together, chatting and laughing, to prepare to do some finishing work.

In the past few months, they have been full of energy and often work overtime at the research institute to conduct experiments.

Sometimes, in order to catch up with the progress, they would even come together spontaneously on weekends, forcing Wang Mengde to come over.

A day and a half passed in a flash.

At noon, after having a greasy meal at the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Wang Mengde took a short rest.

Then I came to Mr. Pu's office.

"gentlemen."

When I entered the room, I saw Mr. Pu tidying up the documents and books on the table.

"Meng De, why haven't you gone back yet?"

Mr. Pu put the books in his hand in order and asked with a smile.

Just now, he looked through the window and saw that everyone outside was leaving get off work one after another.

"Sir, I'll be back later."

Wang Mengde checked the stove next to him and found that it had been sealed and the remaining fire inside was basically gone, so he felt relieved.

“Haha, let’s go back quickly before it snows.

By the way, is there enough meat at home? If not, come home with me and get two more. Your brother has saved up several at home. "

Pu Lao asked with concern.

Last year, my senior brother brought his family to Beijing.

Naturally, they would not have the same household registration problems as the Jia family before.

After arriving, even if you were a registered urban resident in the capital, you could eat "commercial grain" and have a fixed quota.

In addition to Pu Lao's status as a senior medical talent, he is registered with the state and has special supply standards every month. Compared with ordinary people, their family is not short of supplies.

"Sir, we have prepared a lot of meat at home, enough for us to eat."

Wang Mengde declined politely.

Before this year's Spring Festival, a large wave of pork was put on the market.

But compared with the much larger demand, it is completely disproportionate and is also much less than in previous years.

In addition, there were not many meat coupons. After saving for several months, the average family could only buy two or three kilograms of coupons.

This resulted in every household not being able to buy much meat.

As for the fat and pork fat, which were very popular in previous years, they are even less available.

However, Wang Mengde's family had no shortage of supplies. He bought more than ten kilograms of pork fat from the space, and the leader of the meat processing plant also sold him a few kilograms of pork that was not in the factory's plan.

It totaled more than ten pounds, and a small half was given to my father-in-law's family.

The rest was mostly pork lard and fat, which He Shengnan refined into lard, several kilograms of which filled two ceramic jars.

With this lard, I won’t have to worry for the whole year.

As for the small amount of pork belly, we will wait for the night of the New Year to have a braised pork meal and make meat dumplings.

"Okay, if you need anything at home, just come to my house and get it."

Pu Lao nodded and said.

He also knew that this disciple had considerable power. Since he said that he had no shortage of pork, he must have obtained it through other channels.

After sending the teacher home safely, Wang Mengde rode his bicycle home in the severe cold.

By the time we arrived at the gate of the courtyard, it was already past three in the afternoon.

As soon as he entered the alley, he smelled all kinds of fragrances wafting around.

Although supplies were scarce, because it was the New Year, every household still took out the best things.

But this year, there is less aroma of fried food among these scents.

The supply of cooking oil is tight. Except for a few families who fry food, most families skip this step.

Even the white flour buns that used to require two pots of steaming are now made in one pot, or even half a pot.

The rest are steamed buns made from Erhe flour and cornmeal steamed buns.

When I entered the yard, I saw Yan Bugui, bending over and sprinkling salt into a bowl of chicken blood at his door. Next to him was a large wooden basin, and Second Aunt was pouring hot water into it. A chicken was lying on the ground, kicking its legs from time to time.

"Hey, Meng De is back. He came back quite late today. Other people who work in the hospital have been back for a while."

When he saw Wang Mengde, he quickly straightened his back, pushed the frame of his glasses, and said with a smile.

There was a calculating smile on his thin face.

"Haha, Uncle Er, I just came back after sending the teacher home from work."

Wang Mengde said casually.

After hearing his words, Yan Bugui's eyes turned and he immediately became energetic. He said hurriedly: "Oh, Meng De still knows how to respect his teacher.

By the way, Meng De, my son Jie Cheng still doesn’t have a job. See if he can study medicine with you. If you think he is too old, Jiefang and Jie Kuang are both younger.

I understand the rules. I can study medicine with you like an apprentice before, without any salary for three years."

After saying that, she looked at him expectantly.

He has a very good calculation.

On the surface, it says that there will be no salary for three years, but in fact, the hope is to get more in the future.

Most of the young people in Beijing nowadays are unemployed, except for those who are taking over business opportunities.

His son was just sitting around doing nothing, so if he could study medicine with Wang Mengde, he could at least become a doctor in a hospital or factory after graduation.

And with Wang Mengde's relationship, he will definitely do well.

If I could have great medical skills like Wang Mengde, maybe I could get to know many important people.

A few days ago, he was very envious of the large piece of pork fat that the other party brought back. He learned that it was a gift from a leader of the meat processing plant.

Just to express my gratitude for relieving my pain.

And it has been like this for several years in a row.

Wang Mengde took a deep look at Yan Bugui, then refused directly, "Second Uncle, things are different now than before. If you want to study medicine in the research institute, you must first be admitted to the medical school before you have a chance.

Otherwise, you can ask Xie Cheng to go to the rural areas of the suburbs. He happens to have some education, so he can study and train in the county for a period of time, and then he can become a barefoot doctor in the village after returning."

He also pointed out a "bright way", which was to go to the countryside and mountains.

Unfortunately, Yan Bugui was also very smart. He knew that life in the countryside was too hard now, so he declined with a disappointed look on his face:
"hehe.

Forget about going to the countryside. Xie Cheng has lived in the city since he was a child, and he probably won’t be used to the countryside.”

Return to the middle courtyard.

A few half-grown children, holding firecrackers in their hands, were discussing where to go.

When Wang Yuanchao and Wang Weiguo saw their brother coming back, they hurried over to greet him and said happily, "Brother, you're back."

Seeing their mouths full of oil, I knew they must have just finished eating lard residue, so I told them:
"Be careful when you set off firecrackers, don't blow your hands off."

Every year during the Spring Festival, some children are not careful when playing with firecrackers and get their hands blown off.

On the first night of the Lunar New Year last year, a young boy from the yard next door had his hand blown to pieces and he almost got infected.

Fortunately, he prescribed some Chinese medicine for me, which saved my hand. Even the scar on my hand was almost invisible after using the ointment he prescribed for me for several months.

"I know, brother."

The two of them responded crisply, and then ran out of the yard together.

A few children were setting off firecrackers in the yard and almost threw them into someone else's house. They had just been warned by the adults not to make trouble in the yard.

Looking at their backs, Wang Mengde shook his head, then pushed his bicycle towards home with a smile on his face.

These naughty boys are not cute at all, daughters are better.

It's dinner time.

On the dinner table, apart from the dish of fish that would play the role of "old actor" for several days, the only dish that was worth mentioning was the large dish of greasy pork belly and chicken stewed with mushrooms in the middle.

At the same time, the whole family ate white flour buns, which was rare.

Wang Hao and Wang Mengde opened a bottle of aged Fenjiu and drank it to their heart's content.

That night, everyone forgot their worries, temporarily forgot the increasing scarcity of supplies on the market, and entered into the joy of celebrating the Spring Festival.

Only Wang Mengde knows.

As we enter the new year, more severe situations are waiting for us.

This year is the most difficult year.

After many people eat this meal of meat, they may not see meat again for the next month or even longer.

According to statistics, in 1961, the average annual pork supply per person in Beijing was 850 grams.

Moreover, the 825 grams is not all fresh meat. A lot of canned pork has also been put on the market, and all of this has been counted in the annual per capita income.

This is the case in the capital, let alone other regions.

In many remote rural areas, people didn't even have meat to eat throughout the year.

Filling the stomach is even more of a luxury.

Due to lack of nutrition and insufficient calorie intake, a large number of people have swollen bodies.

Not only the legs, but also the upper body and face began to swell.

Even the formula of 'recovery powder' submitted by Wang Mengde could not be supplied to so many people due to the lack of raw materials.

Just when the whole of China was celebrating.

the other side of the earth.

Beautiful country.

The time came in the afternoon.

John, who was in his forties, had just woken up from his sleep. He turned his head to look at the other side of the bed and found that the female companion he brought back last night was gone.

But he didn't care, he had seen this situation many times.

A one-night stand was perfectly normal for a famous playboy like him.

After calming down, he struggled to get up.

After washing up, I had a full meal and rested for a while, and I estimated that the time was about right.

He took out two bottles of medicine from the bedside drawer.

If Wang Mengde were here, he would recognize at a glance that what he took out were the two Chinese patent medicines, 'Gout Ling' and 'Palace Emperor Pills', which were exported in large quantities to earn foreign exchange for the country.

He opened the bottle skillfully, put a few pills into his mouth, and swallowed them with warm water.

He drank a lot of wine last night and now he feels his gout is starting to come back.

If it were in the past, he would definitely be very frightened, and the pain caused by gout would make him terrified.

But now, he looks calm. As long as he takes the medicine from the mysterious Eastern country, these symptoms will disappear quickly.

Every one of his fellow patients keeps this medicine at home.

They all ate and drank with peace of mind.

After taking the medicine, he carefully put the other bottle in his pocket.

In a while, he will go to a nearby bar to continue hunting for beauties. This magical drug, which also comes from the mysterious oriental country, is his good helper and the source of his confidence.

The hot sales of the two drugs brought a large amount of foreign exchange to the country.

With these valuable foreign exchange, domestic difficulties have been alleviated to a certain extent.

Wang Mengde naturally did not pay too much attention to the popularity of the drugs he developed abroad.

He is now on his way to his father-in-law's house with his wife.

(End of this chapter)