Chapter 207: An old friend visits and a hot lecture
end of August.

The sun is like fire.

There was a disturbing smell in the air.

On the way to Tiangezhuang, Wang Mengde pedaled his bicycle in sweat.

On the front bar of his bicycle, there was a flour bag filled with more than ten pounds of cornmeal, and he was also carrying a shoulder bag on his back.

Ever since the communal dining system was abolished in rural areas and every household has their own stove, he would send some supplies to his grandparents' house every once in a while.

It is mainly made of cornmeal. Each time, the amount may be 10 to 20 kilograms at most, or 7 to 8 kilograms at least.

At the same time, about one kilogram of cooking oil is also delivered every month.

There are also other daily necessities, which I bring with me every time.

With his help, the Wang family can’t say how good their life is.

But compared to other neighbors who didn’t have enough to eat every meal and had to go hungry nine times out of three days, I could often have a full meal, which was already very good.

Of course, in addition to the cornmeal supported by Wang Mengde every month, the current season is also the most important reason why the Wang family can have enough food to eat.

Every day, Wang Jinghui and Wang Tianshi took Wang Mengqi, who was on summer vacation, to the wilderness to dig wild vegetables, and sometimes even ran to a nearby mountain cave.

Although the climate this year is still dry and rainy, fortunately, the growth of weeds and wild vegetables has not been greatly affected.

With wild vegetables added in, the wild vegetable steamed buns are considered the best meal in this era.

In addition, with the addition of edible oil and other nutritious products, there is a little oil in the stomach.

As for why Wang Mengde didn't give them some white flour, there was a reason.

Only in this era can we truly experience what it means for the whole nation to participate in defending against enemies and spies.

Under the human wave tactics and sharp eyes of the masses.

In just two or three years, Jiaodaokou Street received a large number of reports from the public and uncovered many hidden enemies.

Everyone lives in the same courtyard or alley, and if someone has a good meal, it will be discussed by everyone.

In life, if you are slightly different from ordinary people, even if your poop is different from others, you may be noticed by others.

This resulted in these people not being defeated by professional opponents, but having their identities exposed by ordinary people.

That is to say, Wang Mengde's family has a good family background, and they have been neighbors for 20 or 30 years. At the same time, everyone knows that he is capable, so he has never been reported.

Otherwise, their living standard is obviously higher than that of other neighbors, and they would have been reported countless times.

Therefore, even though the price of white flour is cheaper than corn flour in this space, he dare not give white flour to his grandparents.

I'm afraid of being reported by jealous people. Even if no problems are found, it will still be a trouble.

It was around nine in the morning.

He finally arrived near Tiangezhuang.

Before entering the village, we saw many villagers, including Wang Ning, working enthusiastically under the organization of the team leader and others.

Seeing Wang Mengde coming again, they all greeted him enthusiastically.

"Meng De, go home directly, there is someone at home."

Wang Ning shouted loudly towards this side.

Now that everyone is watching, he can't ask the team leader for leave, as this will result in a deduction of work points.

Now that the canteen has closed, work points determine how much food a family can ultimately receive.

"Uncle, I'll go back first."

After taking a look at the fields, which were dry and cracked, and the crops were sparse, Wang Mengde waved his hand and said.

He felt very unhappy. This year's summer harvest was not ideal to begin with, and it looked like the autumn harvest would be the same.

This winter will be another difficult one.

As he was pushing his bicycle outside the yard, he was seen by Wang Mengqi, who was squatting on the ground picking wild vegetables.

Then he came up with a happy look on his face:

"Cousin, you are here."

"Meng Qi, where are grandpa and grandma?"

Wang Mengde parked the bicycle, took the bag of flour off the handlebar, and then asked.

"Grandpa and grandma are in the main room. We just came back from digging wild vegetables outside."

Wang Mengde explained with a smile.

Perhaps they heard the noise outside, Wang Jinghui and Wang Tianshi walked out of the main room trembling.

"grandparents."

"Hey, Meng De, you're here."

Wang Tian narrowed her eyes in a smile, but when she saw the bag of flour in her grandson's hand, her expression changed and she quickly complained:

“Why are you bringing food again? I’m telling you that there are plenty of wild vegetables in the fields now, so there’s no shortage of food at home.

You can take these food back and feed them to the children, they are still growing up."

"Grandma, there is enough food at home for them, don't worry."

Wang Mengde comforted her with a smile, then walked straight into the house and poured the cornmeal in the flour bag directly into the flour jar which was almost empty.

What he brought was pure cornmeal, not cornmeal that was ground into powder together with corn cobs.

Whether it is steamed steamed corn bread or boiled corn porridge, it will not irritate the throat.

Seeing him like this, Wang Tianshi had no choice but to tell him, "Meng De, next time you come, don't bring back any food."

In the yard, seeing Wang Mengqi looking at him eagerly, Wang Mengde took out a small paper bag from his bag and handed it to him.

Open it carefully and you will see white granular crystals inside, just like small rock candies.

He grinned and said happily: "Thank you, cousin, thank you, cousin."

After saying that, he ran into the kitchen, scooped out half a bucket of cold water from the wooden bucket with a ladle, and then pinched a grain of white granular crystal and put it in.

After a while, when it melted, he started drinking it in big gulps.

After he finished drinking half a bucket of water, he carefully wrapped the small paper bag and held it in his hand.

"Is it sweet?"

Wang Mengde asked with a smile as he accompanied his grandparents in picking wild vegetables in the yard.

What he just took out was saccharin.

Saccharin is not sugar, but a tar-extracted substance or a chemically synthesized substance that is hundreds of times sweeter than sucrose.

Because saccharin is so sweet, a small piece can be mixed into a ladle of sweet water.

"Cousin, this saccharin is really sweet."

Wang Mengde recalled the 'sweet yet bitter' taste and nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice.

He decided that from now on, he would take out one pill every day and mix it with a large bucket of water to drink.

It’s such a blessing to be able to drink such sweet water every day.

Thinking of this, he clenched the paper bag in his hand even tighter.

"You can't drink this often. Just drink it every few days. Otherwise, you'll get sick easily if you drink too much."

Wang Mengde explained.

"Ah, drinking too much of this can make you sick?

No, Meng Qi, give me the saccharin and I will keep it for you. I will give you one pill every three days."

When Wang Tian heard that this should not be eaten too much, she quickly said to her grandson.

Wang Mengqi was originally happy, but when he heard his grandmother's words, he immediately became depressed.

If it were normal times, he could still resist.

But now that his cousin was in front of him, he didn't dare say a word and could only obediently hand the small package in his hand to Wang Tianshi.

Then he looked at his grandmother with pitiful eyes as she went into the bedroom and hid the things.

in the afternoon.

On the way back.

The sun was almost setting.

At this time, a small breeze blew, making Wang Mengde feel a little cooler.

Along the way, he was thinking about what he saw and heard in Tiangezhuang today.

Nowadays, there is still a large shortage of pots, pans, and bowls in rural areas. There is no other way, so several families have to pool their daily necessities together and take turns to cook or cook together.

Even Lao Wang's family is no exception.

My great uncle Tian Dahai’s family had more than ten people, but they didn’t even have an iron pot, so they had to come to my sister Wang Tian’s house to borrow the stove.

This is the only way to barely get by.

However, after solving the stove problem, a large number of other problems followed.

Not to mention the food shortage, the most serious problem is the lack of firewood for cooking.

Since wheat straw and corn stalks have been processed into substitute foods, and in addition to the steel and iron smelting in the past few years, nearby trees have also been cut down and used as fuel.

Newly planted trees cannot grow so quickly.

Therefore, in order to solve the problem of firewood shortage, everyone had to get together to cook.

By the time we arrived at Nanluoguxiang, it was already getting dark.

I pushed my bicycle into the central courtyard and suddenly saw a figure that looked both strange and familiar.

After a closer look, I found that this person was actually Jiang Zhen, the grandson of the Jiang clan leader in Chitang Village, Wenqiao Township, Northern Guangxi County.

"Doctor Wang, you are back."

Before he could speak, Jiang Zhen spoke first with a happy look on his face.

"Jiang Zhen, when did you come to Beijing?"

Wang Mengde asked curiously.

At the same time, I was also quite surprised how he came to the capital and found his home.

"Doctor Wang, I arrived in Beijing by train this afternoon, and came straight to see you as soon as I got out of the train station.

By the way, I came here to go to college. I was admitted to the Medical University in Beijing. When I came, the leader of the commune gave me your address. "

Jiang Zhen explained in a low voice.

A year and a half ago, Patriarch Jiang passed away.

According to his will, his sons buried him in the land that Wang Mengde had accidentally chosen.

Then, Jiang Zhen, who originally had average grades and no hope of getting into college, seemed to have suddenly become enlightened and his academic performance improved by leaps and bounds.

Then in this year's college entrance examination, I was admitted to a medical university.

"Good boy, not bad, not bad, you actually got into a medical university."

Wang Mengde patted his shoulder happily and said.

"There are still two days left before school starts. You will stay and eat at our house during these two days."

"Doctor Wang, I'll stay here for a day and report to school tomorrow."

"You're leaving so early. You probably don't have many food coupons on you. I'll lend you a few. When school starts, you can return them to me when you get the food coupons."

Wang Mengde thought about it and then said.

Jiang Zhen came to the capital from Guangxi Province, and he must have carried national food coupons with him.

It would be a shame to use this kind of national food coupons to eat.

It would be better to lend him a few first. After school starts, every student will be given 32 kilograms of food coupons every month.

"Thank you, Doctor Wang."

When Jiang Zhen heard that the money was loaned to him temporarily, he gladly accepted it.

If Wang Mengde said he would give it to him, he would definitely not dare to accept it.

After all, at that time, no one was rich in food coupons, and unless the relationship was particularly close, no one was willing to ask for other people's food coupons for no reason.

The dinner table.

While eating dinner, Wang Mengde asked about the situation in Chitang Village.

When I heard that although life has been hard in recent years, schistosomiasis has been completely eradicated and we no longer have to live in fear.

He was very happy in his heart. He felt that he had accomplished many meaningful things since coming to this era.

Among them, the prevention and control of schistosomiasis in just a few months in Guangxi Province left a deep impression on him.

He felt even more relieved when he learned that the little girl he rescued was very healthy and smart.

the next day.

Woke up early.

Wang Mengde rode his bicycle and took Jiang Zhen to the gate of the Medical University.

Then he handed him a few more food coupons and a thermos ticket.

This thermos ticket was a reward he received from the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

There are already two thermos bottles at home, and my father-in-law and grandparents don't need any either. They can't be bought or sold, so they can only be given as gifts.

So he gave the ticket to Jiang Zhen.

In school, especially in winter, having a thermos in the dormitory is very useful.

After some refusal, Jiang Zhen had no choice but to accept it.

The next ten days or so.

Wang Mengde goes to work as usual and spends most of his time seeing patients at Guang'anmen Hospital.

In a small part of my time, I go to the vaccine research team to guide Liu Shuwei and his team on their research direction.

Until the day agreed with the Medical University.

this day.

Instead of going to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he rode directly from home to the campus of the Medical University.

Fortunately, the Medical University campus is not far from Nanluoguxiang.

Soon, he arrived at the school gate.

The medical university did not look down on him because of his youth.

A vice-president and several school leaders were there to greet him at the gate.

After some polite exchanges, the group of about ten people went straight to the classroom.

At this time, the largest classroom in this medical university was already packed with students from all grades.

Some people couldn't sit down, so they stood in the aisle or even in the corridor outside.

They all wanted to see what this idol, who was only a few years older than them, looked like and how capable he was.

He entered the classroom, holding only an enamel pot in his hand, and stood on the podium.

Looking at the hundreds of students below, Wang Mengde sighed in his heart.

These are the future elites in the medical field. Unfortunately, most of them study Western medicine, and students of traditional Chinese medicine only account for a small number.

From this point of view, the development of traditional Chinese medicine has not only begun to lag behind, but also has a long way to go.

Set your mind.

A few brief introductions.

Then he started talking without wasting time.

Knowing that most of these students didn't know much about Chinese medicine, he explained it in a very simple way.

But that's the case, because his knowledge reserves are sufficient, he can also cite simple knowledge extensively and explain it in a very interesting way.

Not only students of traditional Chinese medicine or integrated Chinese and Western medicine often had sudden enlightenment after listening to the lecture, but even students studying Western medicine also listened with great interest.

We talked until noon.

The tea in the enamelware pot in front of him had been refilled several times.

He stopped with a dry mouth.

The sudden silence in the classroom stunned many students and teachers for a moment, and then warm applause broke out.

Everyone feels that in their hearts.

Wang Mengde has achieved so many achievements and received so many honors, he truly lives up to his reputation.

It was already afternoon when we came out of the Medical University.

When he arrived at the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he went straight to President Lu's office.

(End of this chapter)