Chapter 153 Eastward
As various orders were issued, the health system acted quickly from top to bottom like a fast-running machine, and various epidemic prevention and control work was carried out rapidly.

Ha Yumin and others led several anti-epidemic teams from the Chinese Medicine Association and set off on February 2. In addition to the luggage, each person also carried a large bag of various Chinese patent medicines prepared overtime by the Suzhou Hutong Chinese Medicine Factory.

There are Chinese patent medicines and processed sliced ​​herbs, such as Niuhuang Jiedu Pills, Qingwen Powder, Ephedra, Cassia Twig, Licorice, Shuanghuanglian, Houttuynia Cordata, Forsythia suspensa, etc.

The group boarded the Zhengyangmen East Station in a high-spirited manner, along with Dean Zhang Zhu of the Infectious Disease Hospital and other teachers and students.

Each of them had a big red silk flower on their chest, their faces were flushed, behind them was the tall gray-black front gate building, in front of them was a big, black and thick green train that looked like a caterpillar.

"Woo!"

"Pfft!"

The locomotive instantly spewed out a large amount of water vapor, dispersing the coal dust floating in the air due to the dry winter, creating a clear sky, and then slowly started and headed north.

The next day was the second day of the second month of the lunar calendar, the day when the dragon raises its head, and the Suzhou Hutong Chinese Medicine Factory officially opened.

The opening ceremony, which should have been more lively, seemed very deserted as people from the Chinese Medicine Association went to various places. Only a few old men in their 60s, Zhao Shuping, Xia Xiwu, and a few people from the Pharmaceutical Guild came to celebrate.

In addition to dozens of workers from the traditional Chinese medicine factory, the people gathered at the gate of the courtyard were also the neighbors in the alley.

Wang Deming looked down at his watch and saw that it was already 11 a.m. He then looked towards the entrance of the alley again and sighed inaudibly. The cards were not good enough.

The plan I had in mind was a pretty good one: on the one hand, opening a Chinese medicine factory would poach customers from Tong Ren Tang and quickly expand into the Chinese patent medicine market. On the other hand, as I was in the Chinese Medicine Association, I had channel advantages, so I could make money while hitting Tong Ren Tang.

Who let that damn young master from the fourth branch of the Le family offend me?
A person who sells Chinese patent medicines makes a lot of money and has status.
However, Chinese medicine is getting worse and worse. How can Chinese medicine be separated from Chinese medicine? Can a Chinese medicine practitioner who doesn't know Chinese medicine cure diseases? What the hell!
In this era, Tong Ren Tang has a monthly turnover of more than 30 yuan! It can buy more than 30 three-entry courtyard houses. All other pharmacies in the whole capital, including the other four-room Lejia old shop, only have a monthly turnover of at most 30 yuan.

How similar is this to the past? How many richest people have been created by Chinese patent medicine?

One of the richest men in Yangzhou and the other in Shijiazhuang make their livings by selling traditional Chinese medicines for clearing away heat and detoxifying. As to whether they are effective or how many active ingredients they contain, only God knows.

Even worse! The Chinese patent medicines sold by Tong Ren Tang in this era are at least made with sincerity, such as the Niuhuang Angong Pills that many people knew in the past, which cost at least hundreds of thousands of yuan per pill in the 70s and 80s.

On the other hand, the innovative system of "collective ownership" was used to attract the attention of senior management and dilute Tong Ren Tang's special status.

We don't ask for a deputy mayor in the capital, a position one level lower is fine.
As for whitewashing the identities of his brother-in-law, second brother-in-law Cha Kuiyuan, and elder brother-in-law Zhang Shouchong, it was just a by-product and was mainly for Zhang Shouchun.

Unfortunately, my second goal was not achieved. None of the senior leaders from Beijing came, and no cars came.

Although I didn't send any invitations to the leaders, I don't have a direct channel, but the recent movement is not small, right? Donating antifreeze cream and providing free anti-epidemic medicines.

All I can say is that man proposes, God disposes!

Wang Deming, whose hopes were dashed, sighed again, raised his arm, and pointed at his watch at Lao Guantou.

Lao Guan, who had been prepared for a long time, grinned and instantly lit the firecrackers, "crackling".

"Kacha" the photographer from the Red Star Photo Studio quickly pressed the shutter. Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong were at one end of the courtyard gate, and Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun were at the other. They simultaneously pulled off the red silk cloth on the horizontal plaque, revealing a few golden characters: "Beijing People's Traditional Chinese Medicine Factory", and the person writing in the lower right corner: Shen Yanbing.

This was of course Wang Deming's idea, with donations of antifreeze cream, the "collective ownership" written in black and white, and signatures from investors and all workers. This is a third economic system in addition to the public and private sectors.

What a great system! It fully embodies the Three Principles of the People and socialism.

Mr. Mao Dun was happy to write!
Thanks to Henan Pangdonglai, a wonderful flower in the mud.

Warm applause broke out. Since no leader was coming, there would be no endless speeches by leaders.

Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong bowed to the people around them. They felt that they had reached the peak of their lives. Their eyes narrowed into slits as they smiled. They invited loudly: "Dear guests, neighbors and workers, let's go into the courtyard together."

"We are going to eat "Chef Li" today. Thank you all for your support!"

Smelling the aroma of meat wafting from the courtyard, the crowd watching the opening ceremony at the gate of the courtyard had already become thirsty. After hearing the words, they rushed into the courtyard like a school of fish scrambling for food in a reservoir.
There was a table next to the Chuihua Gate. Zhang Shouchun, who had not appeared for a long time, followed Zhang Shouying in counting the gifts, ranging from a few cents to a few dollars.

Sheds have been built in the middle of the second and third courtyards, and there are large stoves in front of the east wing. Building a shed is also a manual labor, without digging a pit or laying bricks, it is all supported by wood, and the edges must not be lifted or collapsed.

In the summer, wealthy families in Beijing would inevitably build sheds in their yards; and sheds were also needed for all kinds of weddings and funerals in Beijing.

At that time, there were various service industries in the capital. Those who specialized in setting up sheds were called shed shops; those who specialized in providing bowls, chopsticks, tables, chairs and benches were called wedding and funeral shops; and those who prepared buffets at home all added the word "cook" in front of their surnames.

Chef Li is from a family outside Andingmen. His brothers have been hosting buffets since their grandfather's generation and are quite famous in the capital.

When most of the people outside the hospital had entered, Wang Deming, the brothers Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong who were welcoming guests at the gate, and the two masters Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun, led Zhao Shuping and Xia Xiwu, several old men from the Chinese Medicine Association, into the hospital and came to the special main table in the third courtyard.

Mixed three kinds of shredded vegetables, peanuts, Qianlong cabbage, and pork head; steaming mutton offal soup, stewed mutton with skin, cabbage stewed with tofu, and braised carp; four cold dishes and four hot dishes, the wine is Niulanshan Erguotou, and the staple food is white flour steamed buns.

The dishes on every table are the same, everyone is equal, but it's a pity that the flirting is blinding
Today, Cha Kuiyuan, Zhang Shouchong and others were the protagonists. After asking Wang Deming to help greet the main table and toast, he took Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun, two chefs, to stroll from table to table with bowls in hand, "Haha, eat more mutton and drink less mutton offal soup and cabbage and tofu, which are not worth much."

"Haha, there's plenty of wine, let's eat some steamed buns first, otherwise you'll get drunk easily and you'll suffer if you don't eat enough meat."

Zhao Shuping looked at the lively scene, and the pent-up emotions in his heart eased. He stroked his beard with a smile and praised Xia Xiwu: "Brother Xiwu, you have accepted a good disciple!"

He raised his chin towards Cha Kuiyuan and the others and said, "It's not easy to get the two major families of the former Qing Dynasty's Ministry of Internal Affairs to contribute money and effort to open a Chinese medicine factory!"

"Haha!" Xia Xiwu was pleased and stroked his beard. "Deming is young but has a long-term vision. He secretly told me that Suzhou Hutong is just the beginning. He..."

I was only halfway through my speech when I heard a sudden uproar in the second courtyard. “Welcome, welcome!”

"It is a great honor for us to have you here!"

"Haha, hello comrades, wow, the food is good"

(End of this chapter)