Chapter 171 Brewing
The people’s eyes are sharp!
Wang Deming, who had experienced past life, felt for the first time that this sentence was extremely correct and important!
At the same time, I also understand why "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" has always emphasized: go deep into the masses, understand the masses, and mobilize the masses.

Time passed quickly from the beginning of summer to the autumnal equinox. To everyone's surprise, the first edition of 5 copies of the "Rural Doctor's Handbook" was reprinted again and again and was in short supply.

A large-scale literacy campaign started at the end of May. Many local governments found that literacy based on the names of traditional Chinese medicines in this book was particularly effective.

In addition, there is the Chairman’s inscription in the People’s Daily “All-China Sports Federation” in early June: Develop sports and enhance the people’s physique.

It also sparked a rush among the public to buy the "Rural Doctor's Handbook", and 5 million copies have been printed in 100 months!

The reason is very simple. If you are sick, you can protect yourself. If you are healthy, you can sell them for money. These Chinese medicines can also be sold for money! Even if there are no herbs around your home, you can still scrape the ash from the bottom of the pot.
Of course, the widow's bed dirt will definitely not be written into the book.
At Dongsi Pailou, on the south side of Chaoyangmen Street, in the newly opened orthopedic clinic of the Chinese Medicine Association, Xia Xiwu walked out with square steps, and Wang Deming turned off the lights and locked the door, following closely behind him.

"Ding ding ding" the red and white tram slowly passed through the middle of the road. The traffic booth standing in the air above the intersection had already gone off work.

The master and his disciple followed the crowd across the street and slowly strolled towards Baoyu Hutong.

After the autumnal equinox, although it is still a bit hot during the day in the capital, the nights are extremely comfortable with a cool breeze. As soon as you turn into Nangongjiangying Hutong, you will find people sitting in front of the courtyards, holding cattail leaf fans to enjoy the cool air.

They might play chess against each other, listen to Peking opera on a semiconductor box, or brag while holding a big teacup.

Xia Xiwu greeted everyone and chatted with Wang Deming along the way.

"De Ming, fortunately Mr. Shu Ping works at the Ministry of Health, and the orthopedic clinic opened by our Chinese Medicine Association is right next to my house, so it's convenient to go back and forth. Otherwise, going to the Deshengmen Chinese and Western Medicine Clinic every day would be really hard on my old bones."

Wang Deming was not proud of his achievements. He followed Xia Xiwu's words and replied, "It was indeed not easy. Mr. Shuping fought hard to get the orthopedic clinic license approved. Fortunately, my senior brother made a lot of contributions on the front line."

"Master, will my brother be back soon?"

"Well," Xia Xiwu stroked his beard, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Last time you wrote to me, you said you would be home before National Day. I didn't expect that you would be at the front for more than half a year."

"Indeed." Wang Deming did not expect that the team of traditional Chinese medicine supporting the Liaodong region had not returned yet. In June, the teams of traditional Chinese medicine supporting other regions came back one after another. Of course, many traditional Chinese medicine doctors were arranged by the government to stay in the local area.

In addition, many local Chinese medicine doctors have joined the Chinese Medicine Association and come to the Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School in Beijing for training.

Not only the main campus in Xiaoshun Hutong, but also the branch campus at No. 18 Qinlao Hutong is overcrowded.

"However, our Chinese Medicine Association has made so many contributions to the prevention and control of the plague. The National Health Conference has been postponed to December. The status of our Chinese medicine doctors will be improved to a certain extent!"

"Haha, for sure." Xia Xiwu was confident about this.

As soon as the two entered the yard, sister-in-law Huizhen immediately brought over two bowls of noodles with soybean paste and a few chopped garlic cloves.

The fragrance is immediately fragrant and the color is bright.

Many people know Beijing's fried noodles with soybean paste. Simply put, fried noodles with soybean paste is meat sauce: diced meat fried noodles, minced meat fried noodles, and osmanthus (egg) fried noodles. Most of the sauces bought by people in Beijing are from famous brands: Liubiju, Tianyuan and other large soybean paste factories.

The fried sauce is made with vegetable oil, preferably sesame oil, followed by peanut oil. The fried sauce is poured into a bowl, sizzling like the "fried eel shreds" in Jiangnan, with the sauce in the middle and the clear oil all around.
Noodles must be pulled noodles, also called stretched noodles. People in Beijing call them big noodles. Noodles bought from small restaurants and meat shops are put into boiling water, then cold water is added to the boiling water, and then the noodles are cooked. The hot noodles are put into cold boiled water and rinsed, and served in a bowl, which is called mianpi.
In addition to noodles and sauce, there must also be vegetables: evenly thick and thin cucumber shreds, water radish shreds, and blanched mung bean sprouts, carefully layered on the noodles, poured with fried sauce, and mixed together.

The noodles are chewy and smooth, the sauce is fragrant, the vegetables are fresh and crispy, and the garlic is delicious. The most famous small restaurant selling noodles with soybean paste in Beijing is Xiamiju on the north side of Fuchengmenwai Road. Although the word "Ju" is in the name, it is just a meat shop opened by a southerner and is also the southern wine shop in Beijing. There is also a Liuquanju restaurant that is as famous as it.

As the name suggests, Nanhuang wine is the rice wine from the south; there are five types of Beijing rice wine: Nanhuang wine, Neihuang wine, Jinghuang wine, Fanghuang wine, Xihuang wine.
After finishing his noodles, Wang Deming wiped his mouth, ran away, and drove his carriage back to Xiaojingchang at lightning speed.

At the gate, Aunt Zhang and a middle-aged woman were sitting together enjoying the cool breeze. When they saw Wang Deming coming back, they stood up immediately and asked in unison, "Son-in-law is back. Have you had dinner yet?"

Wang Deming waved his hand and carried the cart into the courtyard. "We have already eaten at Master's house. You two can take a rest."

The two middle-aged women glanced at each other imperceptibly, forced a smile on their faces, and continued to enjoy the cool air.

After entering the hospital, Wang Deming shook his head in distress. Ever since Jin Yuqing's nanny was invited back to live in the small factory, Wang Deming had always felt that there was a sword and a sword in the house.
In my previous life, I was a master of medicine, not an EMBA, so I really don’t know how to manage a harem. Especially since I haven’t succeeded yet!

As expected, if you want to be uncomfortable for the rest of your life, you should marry two wives. Lao Guo really has a good life. I already have three.
Fortunately, Jin Yuqing and Zhang Shouchun were brought up in feudal families and are well-mannered. They are still sisters.

In the east wing of the second courtyard, two women were doing accounts together, the abacus clattering loudly, turning a page of the account book from time to time. Wang Deming came in, but did not even look up and continued to work.

Wang Deming poured himself a cup of tea, but as soon as he sat down, he was disliked, "Oh, your mouth reeks of garlic, stay away from us."

"Shouldn't you go to Nanluoguxiang today? Don't waste your time here, hurry over there."

Zhang Shouchun waved his hands as if to shoo away flies, and Jin Yuqing covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed.

As expected, love will disappear, right? Wang Deming's face almost turned into an embarrassed expression, "Don't you also eat garlic when you eat noodles with soybean paste?"

"But I will eat peanuts and then brush my teeth and rinse my mouth to get rid of the smell."

Well, I won't argue with a woman. Wang Deming glanced at the account book and asked, "How is the profit of the Chinese medicine factory recently?"

When this was mentioned, Zhang Shouchun's eyes suddenly became square and glowed red, "No wonder Tongrentang Le's family is so rich! This Chinese medicine factory is so profitable! Now the monthly turnover is over one million, and the profit is over 300,000, and this is still because we often give free medicine to poor people in the countryside."

"We now have five factories producing at the same time, and we are often rushed; especially in Hong Kong, where people are really rich and buy tiger bone wine by the hundreds of kilograms."

Hearing this figure, Wang Deming also nodded with satisfaction, "When the Chinese medicine doctors who have received further training return to their local areas, the sales of our out-of-town medicine shops will gradually increase. In addition, the national army is now fighting tigers, so we can collect more tiger bones and bear gallbladders."

"You're not the one who tells me."

"Ouch, hurry to Nanluoguxiang, I miscalculated again when I was talking to you just now!" Zhang Shouchun scratched his head in annoyance and chased him away again.
Well, no wonder women were not allowed to work in the feudal era.

A few days later, on September 9, my senior brother Wu Dinghuan finally returned to Beijing. At the same time, the two leaders He and Wang also returned to Beijing.

Old Man Yu immediately went to the two leaders to complain in person.

(End of this chapter)