Chapter 135 Returning
"Deming, what's wrong? What did Doctor Zhao say to you?"

"Nothing." Wang Deming didn't want to make Wu Dinghuan worried on the first day of the new year, so he evaded the question.

Should we tell him that he can no longer be called a traditional Chinese medicine bone-setting doctor? Would he be considered a health worker who performs massage like the girls in hair salons in later generations?

Dry!
What's all this about?
Old man Zhao, why are you telling me such a small thing? My little shoulders can't bear anything.

Besides, it’s not a big deal!
When I was a resident doctor in my previous life, the country vigorously promoted traditional Chinese medicine in various ways and continuously allocated funds to support it. Do you know how much I envied the old men in the traditional Chinese medicine department?
Take a look at the Western medicine examination and diagnosis, open the Chinese medicine diagnosis and decision-making support software in the information system, and the relevant prescriptions will pop up automatically. Just select one and print it out directly.

A slightly more responsible doctor would press the patient's pulse twice, look serious and say: "Yes, it's dampness!" Then he would prescribe several thousand yuan of Chinese patent medicine.

Here are some tips for you.

Even the most basic community health service centers and township hospitals are required to have traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.
Private TCM clinics are flourishing everywhere.
Are you kidding? Even a shabby Chinese medicine called "sour jujube kernel", which I ate every day when I went up the mountain as a child, costs more than 1000 yuan per pound, not to mention other Chinese medicinal materials. The Fritillaria cirrhosa that costs thousands of yuan may not even be genuine.

Does Traditional Chinese Medicine need to be saved?
Shit! Half of my good mood is gone.

Suddenly, a sentence from an old man flashed through my mind: China must take the path of controlling capital.

Glancing at Wu Dinghuan, "Okay, Senior Brother, please provide me with some emotional value first."
"Let's go, Brother. Let's go to my house and wish my mother a happy new year, and then let your brothers and sisters wish you a happy new year."

"Yeah, it's my duty!" Wu Dinghuan was very happy. Before riding his bike, he complained to Wang Deming, "Deming, you always said that you would bring your sister-in-law to the city and bring her home to visit you."

"You haven't taken any action yet. Your sister-in-law has asked me several times."

Wang Deming raised his eyebrows and snorted, "Well, well, am I not busy?"

"Even if you're busy, you can't neglect your family! Deming, let me tell you, if we want a harmonious family, we have to be considerate of our female comrades. They take care of the old and the young without regrets, right?" Wu Dinghuan explained to Wang Deming incessantly how couples should get along with each other as a person with experience.

Why didn’t I realize before that my senior brother was actually a hidden chatterbox?
Wang Deming glanced at Wu Dinghuan curiously and quickly returned to Xiaojingchang Hutong.

Wu Dinghuan got off the cart and looked around in the alley, complaining again: "Deming, you moved?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I can come over and lend a hand."

"We'll move here on the 29th of the lunar year," Wang Deming carried the phoenix-headed cart into the yard and pushed it against the wall, "Isn't today just the right time?"

"Yeah, too."

Old Zhao came out from the gatehouse and said, "Son-in-law, you're back."

"Brother, this is Lao Zhao."

"Old Zhao, this is my senior brother Wu Dinghuan." Wang Deming casually introduced the two to each other, and walked through the Chuihua Gate with the confused Wu Dinghuan.

As soon as they passed the Chuihua Gate, Zhang Shouchun and Qin Huairu came out from the east wing to greet them. They said in unison, "Deming, you're back." Then they looked curiously at Wu Dinghuan who was beside Wang Deming.

"Yes, I'm back." Wang Deming slightly moved sideways to let Wu Dinghuan out from behind him, and introduced him to the two wives: "Shouchun, Huairu, this is my senior brother Wu Dinghuan."

"Brother, these are your brothers and sisters."

The two wives immediately saluted, "Happy New Year, senior brother!" However, Zhang Shouchun performed the bannerman's squatting salute, while Qin Huairu leaned forward and bowed.

Wu Dinghuan's whole body was stiff, his face was frozen, and he didn't know what to do with his hand just halfway up. He moved the corners of his mouth, his forehead was slightly sweaty, and he forced a smile, "Oh. Okay!"

Then he looked at Wang Deming with resentment, "You told me earlier that you have two wives! Be prepared for this."

Let alone two wives, even if there were two more, what would that matter? In the old society, it was not unheard of to have twenty-seven or eight concubines.
But both of his brothers and sisters-in-law are so pretty, Deming is so lucky. "Brother, this house belongs to Shouchun, so I didn't have the nerve to call you when we moved." Wang Deming's second critical strike came suddenly like an antelope hanging its horns.
Wu Dinghuan looked at Wang Deming with an even more resentful look. I think you are trying to persuade me, although I have no evidence.

"Haha!" Seeing his senior brother's embarrassed face, Wang Deming was in a good mood. He pushed him into the east wing to wish his godmother Wang Shuqin a happy new year.

After sitting for a while, the two families agreed to go to the temple fair on the fifth day of the New Year before seeing Wu Dinghuan off.

Wang Deming looked at his senior brother's back as he rode away on his bike and smiled slightly. He couldn't let such a good senior brother end up washing other people's feet, right?
The second day of the Chinese New Year was Wang Deming’s busiest day. In the morning, he sent Zhang Shouchun back to her parents’ home.

Wow, the Yehenara family actually has so many relatives? Are they holding a concert? Hundreds of people
There was no room to sit in the house, so sheds were set up in several courtyards.

Wang Deming showed his prowess at noon. He drank alcohol as if it were water, got a group of people drunk, and quickly ended the battle.

Then he hurried home to take his godmother Wang Shuqin and Qin Huairu back to his hometown and send Qin Huairu back to her parents' home.

Along the way, Wang Deming sighed that it was fortunate that he had married two wives, otherwise he would not have been able to arrange for his daughter-in-law to return home on the second day of the Chinese New Year.
There has not been much change in Wayao Village. Apart from the three large tiled houses of Wang Deming's family, there are several other families that have also built tiled houses. They stand out among the countryside where most of the houses are made of adobe.

"Aunt, Deming, Xiaoru is back!"

"Happy New Year!" The person helping to look after the house is Yan Pengfei, the eldest son of Uncle Yan in the village. He just turned 20 and is getting married after the New Year.

"Brother Dafei, Happy New Year!"

Wang Shuqin forced Dafei to go home after she had stuffed him with a bunch of steamed buns, cooked food and rice cakes.

The steamed buns from Qingmingzhai, the Erguotou from Niulanshan, the pipes and tobacco from "Yukangdong" in Dong'an Market, and the braised pork from Yueshengzhai have definitely earned enough face for Qin Huairu!

Aunt Qin, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, was so happy that she even made a dish of fried yellow vegetables with four eggs for the first time!
High standards, absolutely high standards, much more generous than the first time Qin Huairu returned home after getting married.

I don't know whether it was because of Wang Deming's face or because of the generous gift.
Unfortunately, Aunt Qin's happiness only lasted for a while before it came to an abrupt end. The eldest brother of the Qin family, Baogui, returned home with his eldest sister-in-law and eldest grandson.

She hadn't hidden the gift yet. When Qin's eldest sister-in-law came back, she prepared 2 kilograms of noodles for her.

The eldest sister-in-law of the Qin family glanced at the gifts brought by Wang Deming in the main hall, her eyes sparkled, and she treated Qin Huairu with special enthusiasm, stuffed the child into her arms, and said affectionately:
"Baby, you miss your aunt so much. You keep babbling about her all day long."

After turning around, she became more enthusiastic towards Aunt Qin, smiling brightly and saying, "Mom, you should take a rest and chat with Xiaoru and her brother-in-law. I will take care of all this."

As a result, the cleaning process became slower and slower, and the woman's tears started to flow, "tick-tock."

Qin Baogui quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

The eldest sister-in-law of the Qin family forced a smile and said, "Xiao Ru is still filial. She remembers her family and brings back so many good things for her parents. And I..."

Tears fell silently again.
"Who are you crying for on New Year's Day?" Aunt Qin just started to cry when Old Man Qin interrupted her, "Why are you crying on New Year's Day? You're making a fool of yourself!"

"Baogui, give some of the things to your father-in-law later."

"Thanks dad!"

"Haha!" Wang Deming didn't know how hard it was to hold back, and he laughed out loud only after he walked out of Qinjia Village.

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him, "You look so stupid!"

The day passed quickly and it was the fifth day of the New Year.
"Temple fair, temple fair!"

(End of this chapter)