Chapter 232: Three Beatings a Day and Lucky

A few days later in the afternoon.

After Wang Mengde transformed all the insights he gained from his last visit to the Beijing College of Traditional Chinese Medicine into his own knowledge.

Then he walked out of the office.

He stretched and loosened his neck which was a little sore from sitting for a long time. Looking at the bright sunshine outside, he immediately felt better.

It was really not easy. These past few days, he almost neglected sleep and food before he finally sorted out the things in his mind.

Although it is hard work, the rewards are also huge.

Just now, he wrote a new prescription and prepared it for Wei Ming's sister.

This prescription should have better effects than the one prescribed by the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

He was certain that after taking the medicine he prescribed, Wei Lian would recover completely soon and would never relapse.

"Brother, is your retreat over?"

Just as he was lost in thought, Zhang Qiaoyu came out of the office next door and saw him standing there motionless.

She hurried forward and asked in surprise.

Although my senior brother also came to the company these days, everyone was told not to disturb him unless it was something extremely important.

Therefore, even if there are problems, they will discuss and deal with them together.

When I really took charge, I found out that it was not that simple.

Moreover, several of them were arranged by Mr. Pu to see patients at Guang'anmen Hospital. They were very nervous when seeing every patient, fearing that they might make mistakes.

After this experience, they suddenly realized that what they had seen before, that their senior brother treating illnesses with ease, was all an illusion.

Without solid medical knowledge, it would be impossible to stay in Guang'anmen Hospital.

Not to mention anything else, just the names of the diseases that those patients suffer from are enough to make ordinary doctors' scalps tingle.

In fact, they encountered several difficult patients and finally had to ask the teacher to solve them.

Now that the senior brother has finally come out of seclusion, they now have a backbone again.

"Yes, I'm out."

Wang Mengde said with a smile.

Soon, Dean Lu, who got the news, sent his secretary to invite him over.

After arriving at the office and sitting down, Dean Lu asked with a smile, "Meng De, how was the harvest?"

"Dean, I have gained a lot this time. Combined with the prescriptions I learned at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine that day, I have summarized them again and I am more confident about treating butterfly sores.

At the same time, I now have answers to many of the questions I had before, and even a deeper understanding.”

Wang Mengde replied.

“Haha, that’s great.

A few days ago, Principal Wang from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine called me.

He kept probing me and asking about your situation, but I just answered them with simple excuses.

Also, didn’t you write some words and three prescriptions on the blackboard of their school? Now they have become the focus of research by their teachers.”

Dean Lu couldn't help but feel happy when he mentioned what happened that day.

Especially the envious tone of Principal Wang made him feel very happy, just like eating cold watermelon in summer.

"By the way, you just said that the prescription has been improved. I will tell Lao Wang to send someone to get it and replace the medicine for the little girl as soon as possible."

As the first "experimental" subject, Wei Lian was not only cared for by the teachers of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, but even Dean Lu sent people to check on her so that they could keep abreast of her treatment progress.

In the past, butterfly sores were a terminal illness, but according to later generations, they were considered a chronic cancer.

If this breakthrough can be achieved, it will definitely cause a sensation.

As Wang Mengde's unit must have first-hand information.

"Dean, this is the prescription."

Wang Mengde handed a piece of paper in his hand to him.

Sunday.

Early in the morning.

After breakfast, Wang Mengde got on his bicycle and rode to Tiangezhuang in Shahe.

There was a flour bag on the front bar of the bicycle, and another bag hanging on the handlebar.

Two hours later, we finally arrived at the village entrance before the sun rose.

At this time, many villagers were working in the fields under the organization of the production team leader.

After taking a careful look at the crops in the fields, this year's harvest should be better than the previous three years. Many farmers who were working had hopeful smiles on their faces.

In about twenty days, the summer harvest will begin.

If there is a good harvest this year, the production team will be able to distribute more food to each family in the fall.

By then, although we still won’t have enough to eat, it won’t be as hard to endure as in previous years.

Just as I was about to enter the village, suddenly, I heard a burst of crying and begging for mercy from the village.

The voice sounded very familiar, it was that of my cousin Wang Mengqi.

Before he could get over there, he saw Wang Mengqi running quickly in front of him not far away.

Behind him, Auntie Zhou Tingting, holding a wooden stick as thick as a baby's arm, was chasing after him, cursing.

Seeing his figure, Wang Mengqi's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran behind him, then shouted for help: "Cousin, save me quickly."

At this time, Zhou Tingting also came closer.

She panted and said to Wang Mengde, "Mengde is here. Wait a minute. I have to teach this little bastard a lesson today and make him remember."

As he said this, he was about to walk around him, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and hit Wang Mengqi.

"Cousin, save me."

Wang Mengqi was startled and quickly circled around him, speaking pitifully.

"Auntie, please don't hit him yet. What's going on?"

Wang Mengde persuaded with a smile.

"Huh, this little bastard.

Early this morning, I went to the production team with a few other kids to play. I saw the wheel of a wheelbarrow there, so I pushed it with my hands.

Who knew he wasn't paying attention, and the wheel of the unicycle rubbed his clothes on his chest. Do you think he should be beaten?"

Zhou Tingting's early arrival made her even angrier, and she started chasing him with a wooden stick in hand.

Clothes from this era, especially in recent years, are extremely precious.

Generally, a piece of clothing is worn for more than ten years.

When the eldest child's clothes become too small, they are passed to the second child, and then the third child takes over after the second child has worn them.

It doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman, as long as you can cover your body, it's fine.

There are even children who are five or six years old but still don’t have clothes to wear. They stay in bed in the winter and run around the village naked in the summer.

Due to the shortage of supplies in rural areas and the lack of cloth coupons, it was very normal for a family to not buy new clothes for several years.

Not to mention in rural areas, even in cities, if a family can buy a new piece of clothing in a year, it is considered a great achievement.

In Courtyard No. 95, the only families who can achieve this situation are Wang Mengde's family and Xu Damao's family.

After a lot of chaos, the matter finally came to a temporary end after Wang Mengqi was beaten several times.

But judging from the old lady's expression, there will probably be a mixed doubles match between men and women later.

Arrived at home.

Wang Jinghui and Wang Tian were cleaning the yard.

I saw him pushing his bicycle in, looking very happy.

"Hey, my grandson is here."

Wang Tian staggered forward, dropped the broom in her almost worn-out hand, and walked over to him.

"Grandma, I'm here to see you and Grandpa."

Wang Mengde parked his bicycle, stepped forward and supported her arm.

"You, you just came and brought so many things with you."

Seeing the things placed on the front bar and handlebars of the bicycle, Wang Tian said something out of habit.

"Grandma, I didn't bring much this time, just 15 kilograms of corn flour and 5 kilograms of white flour.

Oh, and there is also a bag of rock sugar and a bag of brown sugar, and a pound of peach cakes, you can keep these and eat them slowly. "Wang Mengde said with a smile.

Then he put the things on the table in the living room.

These things may not be a big deal to him, but for people in the countryside, not to mention nutritional supplements, just 20 kilograms of corn flour and white flour were enough to marry two wives in those three years.

And they are all village beauties of the level of Qin Huairu and Qin Jingru.

Even now, he can marry the most beautiful wife in the area.

Hearing that there were so many delicious foods, Wang Mengqi immediately felt the pain in his butt relieved.

Of all the delicious food that my cousins ​​brought back home, in the end, a small portion of it would go into his stomach.

Thinking of this, he came to the table in the living room with his upper body naked, took out a piece of peach cake, and started eating it in small bites.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhou Tingting.

In an instant, she felt the fire in her heart rising.

in the afternoon.

Before leaving.

Wang Mengqi limped to Wang Mengde's side, looked around subconsciously, and then remembered that his parents had already gone to work in the production team.

"Cousin, next time you come, can you bring me some more saccharin?"

Last year, that small packet of saccharin left him with an unforgettable memory.

During that period, the little friends in the village obeyed his orders just to have a few sips of saccharin water.

"Meng Qi, saccharin water has no nutritional value, it just tastes a little sweet, and if you drink too much, you'll get a stomachache."

Wang Mengde looked at him and said with a smile.

My cousin is so naughty.

In the short time since he came here, he has already made the old lady angry three times.

I got spanked on the butt three times, but I forgot about it the moment I turned around.

And my grandmother Wang Tian said that this was normal. It would be strange if I didn't get beaten up for causing trouble one day.

"Cousin, I will drink less in the future, so please bring me some."

Wang Mengqi pleaded.

It's summer now, so it's a good time to put saccharin in the well water. It's absolutely refreshing to drink a sip.

Wang Mengde had no choice but to agree to bring him another pack next time he came.

evening.

sunset.

Back to the courtyard.

"Meng De, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Seeing him come back, He Shengnan stretched her head out from the living room and asked.

Wiping the sweat off his head, Wang Mengde thought about it for a moment, then said with a smile:

"How about we have noodles with soybean paste tonight? I just brought back some cucumbers and chives."

As he said this, he untied the bag from the handlebars and handed it over.

"Okay, let's have noodles with soybean paste tonight."

He Shengnan is quick to follow good advice.

As long as her man wants to eat it, she generally won't refuse.

soon.

There was a special fragrance wafting in the yard.

As a Beijinger, we are all very familiar with this taste.

Next to the pool.

Yan Bugui shrugged his nose, looked in the direction of Wang Mengde's house, and then swallowed.

This is the taste of fried soybean paste, with some diced meat in it.

At Lao Wang’s house, it’s time to eat noodles with soybean paste.

I think back to the last time I ate noodles with soybean paste, which was at the end of 1953, more than eight years ago.

Ever since they needed a flour purchase certificate to buy flour, their family hasn’t eaten noodles made from pure white flour.

at this time.

in the living room.

In front of Wang Mengde was a large bowl filled with noodles.

Served with sauce, diced meat, cucumber and other ingredients, he was so addicted to it.

Not only him, but everyone else also didn't bother to talk and just focused on eating noodles.

After he finished a large bowl of noodles, He Shengnan filled him another half bowl, and only then did Wang Mengde slow down his eating pace.

So he told the story of Wang Mengqi pushing a wheelbarrow and getting a long hole in his clothes.

"Oh, the chest is torn so badly. It's going to be hard to mend this dress. It'll require a lot of cloth."

Ran Xiaomei said with some heartache.

Supplies are so scarce now, and there are only a few cloth coupons a year. Where can we find cloth?

"Mom, why don't you send the cloth I brought back from the factory during the New Year to my aunt's house first?"

He Shengnan suggested in a low voice.

She worked at the Qinghe Woolen Mill, and every year she could buy some "defective" cloth from the factory without a ticket.

This time the fabric is said to be defective, but in fact, at most it has uneven dyeing or some problems with the edges, which will not affect its use at all.

This can be considered as a disguised way for the factory to provide some benefits to employees.

"No, save the cloth to make new clothes for Yaya and Yuanxun."

Ran Xiaomei flatly refused.

My grandson and granddaughter don’t have new clothes yet.

"Mom, I heard that the department store will release some scraps of fabric around ten o'clock tomorrow morning. This batch of fabric is only one or two feet long.

There are also large and small towels on clearance sale, and these don’t require cloth coupons.”

Wang Mengde said quickly.

The news was told to him by the manager of the department store when he went to Guang'anmen Hospital for treatment yesterday.

"Really? It's definitely tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. No cloth coupons are needed."

Ran Xiaomei asked with a look of surprise.

She had heard before that department stores would occasionally offer sales of scraps of fabric for free or with a reduced fee.

But she had never encountered it before, and by the time she heard about it, it had already been sold out.

"It's true. The manager's information must be accurate."

"Great! Tomorrow morning, I will go find my in-laws, and then we will take a bus to the department store to buy some cloth without tickets."

Ran Xiaomei got the confirmation and said excitedly.

The news that my son tells me is basically confirmed.

the next day.

When I got home from get off work and just entered the yard, I heard Aunt Xue in the front yard say with envy:

"Meng De, your mother is so lucky. She went to the department store and actually found a place selling fabrics without tickets. She bought a lot of them this morning."

"Haha, that's probably just a coincidence."

Wang Mengde replied with a smile.

It goes without saying that after Ran Xiaomei bought the cloth in the morning, she would definitely show off in front of the neighbors in the yard.

And this state will continue for several days.

"Oh, if I had known, I would have gone too.

This kind of opportunity is very rare. She also bought some wool and didn’t know why the department store launched so many things without tickets this time.”

Aunt Xue slapped her thigh in regret and said in annoyance.

(End of this chapter)