Chapter 148 Hou Gong
What the hell are these two?
Look how scared you two are!

Le Songsheng later became the deputy mayor of Beijing.
But he is better than a certain Wu, a disciple of Hu Shi, a so-called elected cultural figure and historian!

Wang Deming turned down both corners of his mouth, just like the foreign female singer who participated in "Singer" in his previous life. He turned around and looked at them both with contempt.

Oh, forget it, it’s a normal reaction of a frightened bird seeing the bowstring loosened.

He continued to drag one person in each hand to the main hall of the second courtyard of No. 19 Qinlao Hutong.

As soon as she entered the room, Zhang Shouying jumped up and twisted her handkerchief with both hands. She didn't even go to help her husband Cha Kuiyuan. She asked Wang Deming nervously, "Deming, what's the result?"

Wang Deming raised his eyelids slightly, raised the corners of his mouth into a beautiful arc, and replied with a smile: "Comrade Cha Kuiyuan, Comrade Zhang Shouchong!"

“We’re already comrades!”

"Plop!" Zhang Shouying suddenly relaxed and sat back on the official hat chair, muttering to himself: "Hello, comrade, hello!"

She is indeed a kind-hearted lady who understands things at a glance. Unlike these two idiots in my hands, why don’t they take the initiative?

I still have a lot of national treasures in my hands. Bring me some good stuff to exchange.
Throwing the two idiots onto a chair, Wang Deming poured himself a cup of tea and asked in confusion, "Of the two people who came today, one is Zhu Jiajin's brother, and the other is Qigong. The one named Qigong is obviously a bannerman, what's his background?"

Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong looked at each other and blinked, "His last name should actually be Jin!"

"Oh, you're Korean? Like my third sister-in-law?"

They both shook their heads, "His surname is actually Aixinjueluo, and he is the tenth generation grandson of Yongzheng!"

“I am currently an associate professor of literature at Beijing Normal University. Previously, I was an associate professor at Fu Jen Catholic University.”

The teacup in Wang Deming's hand paused for a moment and he said, "Oh," "No wonder."

“No wonder he became an associate professor at such a young age.”

"." The two looked at each other in silence. What was this about? He was a real talent, even though he only had a junior high school education.

"Hey, why does it feel like Zhu Jiajin's brother has a higher status than Zhu Jiajin?"

The two explained helplessly, "Of course, Zhu Jiaji is a recognized master of calligraphy. His family has many stone tablets and rubbings, and he has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. Qi Gong was also a disciple of a famous teacher since he was a child, and he also learned poetry and painting from Pu Xinyu."

Pointing to several paintings in the main hall, he continued to explain: "There are Zhangs in the south and Pus in the north. In the south there is Zhang Daqian, and in the north there is Pu Xinyu."

Wang Deming blinked his eyes. In his previous life, Zhang Daqian was a well-known figure with both good and bad reputations. He destroyed murals in Mogao Grottoes, married female students, and was an expert at counterfeiting and cheating people out of money. The key point was that his paintings could really be sold at high prices at auctions.

However, it seems that Pu Xinyu has never heard of any high price being sold at the auction.

Hey, it seems that Mr. Qi Baishi is still alive at this time. If you have time, you can buy a few paintings from this old man. His disciple Li Keran’s paintings are also cheap and in large quantities, and the prices they were later sold for are not low either.

Wang Deming then put it out of his mind and continued to instruct Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong, "With Mr. Mao Dun's suggestion, it is a foregone conclusion that you two will join the CPPCC, and the Beijing Civil Affairs Bureau will probably give you two small official positions."

"But you two must remember that you must not be separated from the masses in the Chinese medicine factory and must work together with them. This is fundamental."

"Second sister, you have to keep an eye on them all the time, don't let them fool you. You should also go to the Chinese medicine factory with Shouchun and help him manage the accounts."

"At the same time, we also have to participate in labor, take care of ginseng, deer antlers and other fine materials, and wrap gold foil. This is also the rule of Tong Ren Tang."

People feel energetic when they are happy, especially if they have drunk a lot at night, they become even less sensitive.

Qin Huairu bit the towel tightly and tried her best to resist, but she couldn't bear it anymore. She begged for mercy repeatedly and didn't even have the strength to wipe the sweat off her face. She collapsed into a puddle of mud. It was Wang Deming who helped her wipe the sweat off her face to prevent her from catching a cold.

The next morning, at the dinner table, Yan Baozhen looked at Qin Huairu's busy back, turned around and gave him a fierce look, and whispered: "Deming, no matter how young you are, you must pay attention to your body." "Be moderate!"

Wang Deming's old face turned red, and he nodded rapidly, "Yes, yes, yes."

He wiped his mouth and hurried out, "I'm going to Qinlao Hutong to give a lecture." Then he fled in a panic.

After teaching a class in the second and third classrooms and reserving the key points for the students to prepare, Wang Deming ran to the fourth classroom to watch the old men quarrel.

The work of sorting out Chinese medicine literature is bound to involve quarrels, especially since the Yuan Dynasty, when there are many different schools of thought. Over the understanding of a sentence, the old men often argue until their faces turn red.

Wang Deming didn’t know what others were like, but he gained a lot from the old men’s quotations from classics.

As a result, hey, why is it so quiet today?

Wang Deming raised his arm. The hour hand of his watch showed that it was almost 10 o'clock. Why hadn't the old men come yet? Usually, they were more active than the others.
"Deming."

Just as I was wondering, Zhao Bingnan, Guan Youbo and others surrounded a few skinny old men in long robes and walked into the fourth courtyard.

Wang Deming hurried over and said, "Mr. Bohua, Mr. Longyou, why are you two here today?"

The two in the middle are Kong Bohua and Xiao Longyou, two of the four famous doctors in Beijing.

"You have to come!" Kong Bohua said slowly, "Because of what happened last night, Shuping has fallen ill."

"If we old bones don't move around, Chinese medicine may find it even more difficult to survive than it was 20 years ago."

Wang Deming looked at Zhao Shuping and others in surprise. The latter shook his head with a heavy face, "The leaders don't think highly of the antifreeze cream we make. They didn't even give us a chance to speak."

After welcoming the old gentlemen into the house and asking them to sit down, Wang Deming went to pour tea for them. Looking at his busy figure, Kong Bohua said slowly, "Deming, it's not easy for you to publish the Rural Doctors' Handbook in Shanghai!"

Wang Deming brought the teacup over and replied modestly: "This shows that Chinese medicine is still very popular in the south."

Kong Bohua smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "You are wrong!"

"My apprentice in Shanghai wrote to me, saying that according to the instructions of Wang Xizhi, Shanghai has: Traditional Chinese Medicine is feudal medicine, and it will be eliminated by socialism sooner or later!"

"Now that Shanghai has abolished the master-apprentice inheritance system, young Chinese medicine doctors, either actively or passively, have to go to the internal medicine training class of Shanghai Medical College to learn Western medicine, which has prompted them to change their careers and become medical assistants."

Kong Bohua snorted, "Deming, you passed the exam, but weren't you given the position of medical assistant? Practicing traditional Chinese medicine is more difficult now than it was 20 years ago. Who knows, it might be officially announced someday!"

Wang Deming had not really paid attention to this in Shanghai, but in order to boost the old men's confidence, he quickly told them that Mr. Mao Dun was mainly going to transport antifreeze cream to the front line last night.

Everyone was stunned, and after a long time, long and short sighs filled the room.

"The Ministry of Culture knows and understands this, so why doesn't the Ministry of Health understand it? Why not use it once to see the effect?"

Kong Bohua and Xiao Longyou looked at each other with a wry smile, then picked up the teacup, took a sip, and Kong Bohua was about to speak.

The Ministry of Health's delegation arrived at the fourth courtyard, led by Old Man Yu, who smiled with wrinkles all over his face. He walked into the room with his head bowed and said flatteringly, "Hey, are you all here?"

"I have to announce good news to you!"

　After reading Mr. Qi Gong's oral history, which is equivalent to an autobiography, the old man is very interesting. He wrote his own epitaph: Junior high school student and associate professor Mr. Qi Gong is famous for his calligraphy. In fact, he first studied painting. The reason why he didn't go to the art academy... Hehe, the old man nodded very implicitly. The old man is very honest and was not greatly shocked. Zhu Jiaji is one of the protection members of the Palace Museum's cultural relics moved south, and his calligraphy works are not allowed to leave the country.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)