Chapter 152 Praise
The origin of Suzhou Hutong is that when Ming Chengzu Zhu Di's counselor Yao Guangxiao recruited craftsmen from his hometown of Suzhou when he was building Beijing City. There were also boat people who kept transporting gold bricks for laying the imperial palace. The merchants who followed gradually concentrated in the Jianguomen area, and over time it was called Suzhou Hutong.

There are actually many small craft shops in Suzhou Hutong, such as leather shoe shops, cloth shoe shops, tailor shops, coal briquette shops, wallpaper shops, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar shops, grocery shops, etc.
The reason why Zhang Shouchong's family has a house in this alley is because it is adjacent to Dongjiaomin Lane. During the Republic of China period, when warlords were fighting each other, they would rather burn most of the Dong'an Market than send troops here.

The rich and powerful either hid in the concessions in Tianjin or in the alleys of Suzhou.

For example, when Duan Qirui or Feng Guozhang stepped down, or when Puyi was driven out of the Forbidden City, they all hid in the Tianjin Concession, spending the money they made while in office, calling themselves "living in seclusion".
When they felt that the situation outside was favorable to them, they hurriedly jumped out of the concession.
I feel like it's the same as the wealthy people immigrating in the past.
There are many small shops in Suzhou's hutongs. Not only do many shops occupy the road, but there are also many snack stalls on the street. In addition, there are residents coming and going to buy things. It is lively but inconvenient to travel through.

Once they entered the alley, Wang Deming and Wu Dinghuan had to get out of the car and push the cart slowly.

While dodging the crowds, Wu Dinghuan sighed, "Deming, I'm going to Liaoning with my uncle Master Yumin this time. I'm relying on you for Master's side."

"Since the news came out at the end of last year that Chinese medicine bone setting would be assigned to those quack doctors who practice martial arts and treat injuries and head massage, Master has been in a bad mood."

'He's old'

It is a bit ironic to say that this time, senior brother Wu Dinghuan also had to go to various places to follow the local government in organizing the masses to prevent the epidemic, but Wang Deming had nothing to do.

Because he had not attended the preventive medicine class organized by the Chinese Medicine Association, he was not on the list.
Although he passed the TCM qualification examination, the title given to him was medical assistant. He did not have the right to open a clinic independently, and TCM was not trusted by the higher-ups.

So every afternoon he either goes to his master Xia Xiwu's bone-setting clinic, or to the Chinese and Western medicine clinic of the Chinese Medicine Association. Recently, he is making antifreeze cream.
In the morning, he would definitely teach a group of middle-aged and elderly Chinese medicine doctors at No. 18, Qinlao Hutong.

If the Chinese medicine factory and Qinlao Hutong in Beijing were not indispensable to Wang Deming, Wang Deming would also want to go to the front line.

Wang Deming turned his head and glanced at Wu Dinghuan, comforting him: "Brother, we are in Beijing, and I don't think the Ministry of Health will do this. The requirements for medical and health care after liberation are "prevention first, serving workers, peasants and soldiers, and uniting Chinese and Western medicine."

"If the higher-ups knew about this right under their noses, how could they still reject traditional Chinese medicine? How could they possibly get away with it?"

"Besides, aren't we Chinese medicine practitioners actively striving for performance now?"

Wang Deming lifted the phoenix-head cart with one hand, stepped over the threshold of the courtyard, and smelled the fragrance of medicine coming from the yard, feeling relaxed.

"Hey, Comrade Wang, Comrade Wu, why are you two here together today?"

As soon as Old Man Guan saw someone entering the yard, he immediately ran out from the gatehouse. When he saw that it was Wang Deming, all the wrinkles on his face wrinkled together and opened up like a flower.

In 52, the government officially banned rickshaws and replaced them with tricycles. Guan's waist was too old to support him and he was worried about his livelihood. Xia Xiwu asked Wang Deming to find him a job as a gatekeeper. It was a good job with good pay and was easy.
Wang Deming propped up his bicycle and said jokingly, "Oh, Uncle Guan, you are quite alert!"

"That's for sure!" Old Man Guan patted his chest loudly, "Our relationship is obvious! We are like family!"

"Comrade Wang, when will you come here next time?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Deming asked curiously, "Just tell me what you have to say."

"Well, my little girl, when I first mentioned you to my family, she admired you so much! But she didn't meet you during the two visits to Doctor Xia."

"Stop!" Wang Deming was helpless. He pointed at Wu Dinghuan beside him and refused: "Uncle Guan, I really got married. If you don't believe me, ask my senior brother."

"It doesn't matter. Back then, you and I were so close..."

Without waiting for the down-and-out Bannerman to continue bragging, Wang Deming waved at him, quickened his pace and quickly passed through the Chuihua Gate.

"Brother, what's with that expression on your face?"

Wu Dinghuan glared at him and said indignantly, "Are pretty boys so popular?" "I've pressed Lao Guantou several times, but he never mentioned his daughter to me. You've mentioned her several times!"

Wang Deming rolled his eyes and said, "Can you compete with me?"
You look stupid, big, black and rough. In the old society, you are a son-in-law.
Of course, that's not the right thing to say. Wang Deming consoled him, "Brother, Master can rely on Lao Guan's waist. Do you think he dares to introduce you to someone else?"

"Are you not afraid that Master will ignore him in anger?"

Wu Dinghuan nodded seriously, "Yes."

Alas, men always have an illusion that all the beauties in the world love me. Not to mention others, the onion prince in the previous life was so rich, but he was not the same as a dog to lick people's boots.
There was a rumbling sound in the second courtyard. In the five northern rooms, several electric rollers bought from Shanghai were turning non-stop, grinding some Chinese medicine into powder. The rooms on the left and right were where Chinese medicine slices were sliced. The east room was where thick cuts were made, commonly known as northern knives, where cheap herbs such as pinellia, poria, and yam were cut.

The West Chamber is for thin cutting, commonly known as the Southern Knife, used to cut ginseng, deer antler, Su wood, angelica, etc.

The Chinese medicine cutting knives are also divided into medicine cutting knives, planers, files, grinding boats, pestles, etc., especially the southern knives. Without many years of practice, it is impossible to cut so thin. It requires light transmittance and less than 0.5mm.

Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong rushed out from the east wing as if they had seen a relative. "Deming, why are you here today?"

Wang Deming looked around at the two brothers. They were wearing Zhongshan suits, white aprons, white sleeves, and white hats. They looked quite realistic.

He asked irrelevantly, "How is it? Have you adapted to it recently?"

"Hehe," the two brothers also answered the question irrelevantly. After looking at each other, they each carefully took out a piece of paper from their pocket and handed it to Wang Deming as if to show off.

Wang Deming took it in confusion and unfolded it to see that they were two certificates of commendation: in the middle were six five-star red flags like wings surrounding the Chairman’s portrait; on the far right were three large handwritten characters: Certificate of Commendation.

The font is still arranged vertically from right to left. Comrade Kuiyuan and Comrade Zhang Shouchong collected Yu Shinan's "Ji Shi Tie" and Wang Xizhi's "Er Xie Tie" and donated them to the government, turning private property into public property. This is highly commendable and this commendation is specially given.

Minister: Shen Yanbing.

February 18, 1952, with the bright red seal of the Ministry of Culture of the People’s Republic of China.

After carefully folding it and returning it to the two, Wang Deming jokingly asked, "Since we have the commendation letter, the government has not contacted you two?"

The two of them laughed like idiots, grinning, "We found one, we both joined the CPPCC, and Shou Chong was even assigned to the Civil Affairs Department as a small section chief. I'm worried that the Chinese Medicine Factory will be delayed!"

Wang Deming looked at Cha Kuiyuan in surprise, wondering whether it was he who thought of this or his wife Zhang Shouying. Why would anyone want to be a cadre when you can be a worker these days?

Do you think your goals are small?

However, as long as Zhang Shouchong continues to listen to me, there won’t be any major problems.

"Now you can sleep more peacefully at night, right?" Wang Deming joked, "Let's go to the backyard to talk to Master Jia and Master Li. We need to make some changes to the production of Chinese patent medicine in the future."

Tong Ren Tang’s Chinese patent medicine is famous, but Wang Deming’s collection of various prescriptions from many medical experts is also good and has been tested over time.

After communicating with Master Jia Yinsheng about the anti-epidemic prescriptions, detoxification prescriptions and trauma medicines that needed to be increased in production in the near future, Wang Deming prepared to leave.

As a result, Cha Kuiyuan secretly pulled him aside and whispered, "After the second day of the second month, Liu Yuchen of the pawnshop will leave for Hong Kong to exchange for American dollars. The 20,000 dollars have already been handed over to him."

"Deming, there are still a few days left. Do you have any other ideas?"

(End of this chapter)