Chapter 104 Silent Influence
Crunching on the remaining snow on the road, Wang Deming's mouth corners curled up unconsciously as he strolled towards the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School in Xiaoshun Hutong.

The air after the snow was particularly fresh. There were already many pedestrians hurrying on the road. If the wheels of the cyclists slipped, they would fall to the ground with a "bang", and occasionally hit other people.

Seeing this, Wang Deming's mood became even brighter, "Hehe," what foresight.

The Phoenix carriage is my treasure, a great tool for showing off. It is rare to see it in Beijing nowadays. I would feel sad even if a piece of paint is chipped off.

"This letter came at the right time. God helped Huang Zhong to succeed."

If sister Yan Baozhen succeeds in finding a matchmaker for Sha Zhu, does that mean she has cut off a powerful link in Yi Zhonghai's favor?
It’s still the heroism of the rivers and lakes, the courage and kindness of chivalrous men!

what!
Didn't Yi Zhonghai rely on the moral stick in one hand and Sha Zhu in the other to ensure that he maintained a solid position as the patriarch of this slum?
What a big shot!
You are not even a neighborhood committee member, so you really think you are a cadre? You think you are a big clove of garlic!
This is also a very deep-seated feudal remnant!

But after Sha Zhu's death, if Yi Zhonghai still wants to maintain his position in the hospital, he must pay more, right?

Good things happen. If you pretend to be a good person all your life, then you are a real good person.

Are we judging by deeds instead of heart? If we judge by heart, there is no good person.

"Everyone who steps forward will be rewarded, but those who step back will inevitably be stabbed."

"Hey, Deming, why are you so happy today? Did you find some money or something?"

As soon as I arrived at Xiaoshun Hutong and entered the courtyard, I saw my senior brother Wu Dinghuan already working. He couldn't help but make fun of Wang Deming as he listened to him humming Peking Opera.

"Brother, you're right. Guess what?" Wang Deming went to the back room and took out a shovel. He smiled and replied, "Brother, I've joined the group."

"New Democratic Youth League!"

"I'll work myself up a little bit more. In two years, when I turn 2, I'll directly apply to join the party."

"Hey!" Wu Dinghuan stopped what he was doing in surprise, stood up and looked at Wang Deming in surprise, and asked again to confirm: "Deming, have you really joined the group?"

"Replace it if it's fake!"

"Come here, show me your membership card!" Wu Dinghuan took off his gloves, rubbed his hands together and came over, with a look of envy on his face. "I didn't have much education, but when I saw the young members who joined the league, wearing the league badge and walking on the street with such high spirits, I was so envious."

"Tsk tsk, it's not just me, everyone around me is envious."

"Brother, I don't have it with me." Wang Deming spread his hands and replied helplessly: "How could I know that you think so highly of joining the group?"

"Isn't it possible to join the group at school when you are old enough?"

"Just like the Young Pioneers?"

"Who said that?" Wu Dinghuan suddenly became serious and solemnly reminded Wang Deming: "Deming, you can't just join the Young Pioneers and the Youth League if you want to."

“It must be exceptionally good.”

"Why do the Young Pioneers wear red scarves? They are dyed red with the blood of our ancestors! The Youth League is the party's reserve force!"

“It’s all very honorable!”

"Deming, you must pay more attention to your words and actions in the future!"

"Yeah!" Wang Deming did not refute. He couldn't tell him that it would gradually evolve into a situation where as long as one studied, one would automatically join when they reached the age?
And there are green scarves?
And the red scarf is tied like a shawl?

Ideological and political thought have become moral and legal systems, abbreviated as Tao-Fa.

Everyone in the Ministry of Education is an expert.

The two then talked about the Ministry of Health's Chinese medicine license. They were both looking forward to the announcement. Wu Dinghuan had been practicing bone setting with his master Xia Xiwu for several years, but he still did not have a formal medical license.

Traditional Chinese medicine doctors, including Xia Xiwu, still use the old methods from the Republic of China.
They also talked about preparing for the Laba Festival next week. Wu Dinghuan was bragging about how good his wife's pickled Laba garlic was and he would give some more to Wang Deming when the time comes.

Wang Deming suddenly remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life, "Changjin Lake", and asked out of the blue: "Hey, Senior Brother, do you know what day it is today?"

"What day?" Wu Dinghuan was a little confused. It was just the winter solstice yesterday, and there were still more than ten days until Laba. He thought for a long time but couldn't remember.

"Hey," Wang Deming didn't keep anyone in suspense and gave the answer directly: "Today is a Western holiday called Christmas Eve."

"Tomorrow is Christmas." "What Christmas Eve? Celebrating a peaceful night?" Wu Dinghuan blinked and understood the literal meaning. "That's good too."

"What are leftover eggs?"

"The remaining eggs?"

"Haha! That's right!" Wang Deming laughed out loud at Wu Dinghuan's explanation, and then looked to the north. His sight seemed to instantly cross thousands of mountains and rivers, as if he saw the PLA soldiers fighting bravely on the Korean battlefield.

Then he retracted his gaze and looked at Wu Dinghuan, his expression was indescribable joy and sadness, and he smiled faintly and said: "Brother, after today, it will be the real Christmas Eve for us Chinese!"

"Oh, oh!"

"Hey, you two came early!"

"Okay, that's pretty neat!"

"Uncle Bingnan, Mr. Youbo, Mr. Duzhou."

"Ah."

"Uncle Master, it's almost the new year, why hasn't the Ministry of Health issued any documents yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry, kid? How old are you? Chinese medicine is extensive and profound, and you still have a lot to learn. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Uncle Master, aren't you looking down on me? Following you, the masters of traditional Chinese medicine, and influenced by you, I have grown very fast! After I pass the medical examination, I will have more practice and will be able to master it more thoroughly, right?"

"Well, yes!"

"Brother Yumin, good morning."

"Principal Yumin!"

"I just heard you guys talking about the TCM license. Don't worry, the Ministry of Health has already reviewed it and it will probably be stamped and issued in the next few days. But everyone, you still have to work harder on the Western medicine content."

"We are mainly tested on Western medicine."

"It was just a trend before, but now it's confirmed."

".Okay, as long as it's not like the Republic of China, when a decree was issued to ban traditional Chinese medicine." Zhao Bingnan, Guan Youbo and others sighed, "At least we still have a way out."

"However, Brother Yumin, we got wind of this and learned Western medicine in advance, but what about other Chinese medicine doctors in Beijing and the surrounding areas? What if they can't pass the medical license exam?"

".I heard from the Ministry of Health that they will also open a traditional Chinese medicine training class. If you fail the exam the first time, you can apply again after half a year. If you fail again, Deming, Dinghuan, you two will stay here in the afternoons these few days."

"I'll go say hello to Brother Xiwu. Deming, you are very knowledgeable about Western medicine. Please give us a good lecture."

"Yes!"

"Brother Bingnan, Brother Youbo, Brother Duzhou, let's first get some people through the exam, and then think of a solution."

"Um"

At No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, He Yushui, who had been watching Sha Zhu at Wang Deming's house, saw Sha Zhu walk to the front yard and immediately opened the door and called out to him, "Brother, come back early this afternoon, take a shower and change into clean clothes!"

"Aunt Baozhen said she wants to eat the food you cook!"

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment, scratching his hair that looked like a chicken nest, "Yushui, what would you like to eat, auntie?"

“Does this need to be prepared in advance?”

"Auntie will buy good ones, you just need to watch and make them when the time comes."

"Oh"

Yi Zhonghai, who was taking Jia Dongxu to work, looked cold for a moment, then smiled warmly, patted Sha Zhu's shoulder affectionately, and asked, "Zhu Zi, when did you get along so well with the front yard?"

(End of this chapter)