Chapter 259 Blessed

"what's up?"

The two tax comrades felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy and reached for their waists almost at the same time, while the accompanying PLA soldier loaded the gun with bullets with two "clicks".

Wang Deming remained calm, pointing to the Luohu coast outside the car window, and said passionately: "Xiangjiang has been a part of China since ancient times. I have carefully observed that England has only deployed a battalion of troops in Xiangjiang, without any heavy weapons, and can be said to be internally empty. Moreover, its soldiers have no fighting spirit and can be defeated with a flick of the finger.
The common people of Hong Kong had long been looking forward to the royal army coming south to liberate them;
If you give me 3000 city management officers, I will be the pioneer and take this place back for the country! I will sacrifice my life and blood at any cost!

Wouldn't it be better to set up a tax inspection station at Kowloon Railway Station at that time? "

Everyone in the entire car was stunned by the handsome young man's remarks. What kind of lewd words were these?

But it sounds like it makes some sense. In the Korean War, we defeated the 17-nation coalition led by the United States, let alone a mere island country like England?

Liu Yuchen and others who were sitting around Wang Deming's seat, when they heard that Wang Deming was not reporting them for transferring assets, first breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at him as if he was a lunatic.

The same thing happened to the two tax comrades who were waiting for the car to check the packages. They relaxed their bodies and removed their hands from the holsters at their waists. "Click", the soldiers holding the guns also put the safety back on.

Several people looked at each other with amusement at first, and then a slightly older tax collector turned to face Wang Deming and patiently explained to him: "Comrade, we also understand your feelings of looking forward to the early return of the motherland's territory, and we also understand your ideal of making achievements."

"But we as individuals must obey the policies and overall situation of the Party Central Committee and the State Council!"

A PLA soldier nearby added: "Comrade, if one day the Party Central Committee and the State Council issue an order, I will inform you immediately. I hope we can fight side by side at that time!"

As he spoke, he tightened the gun in his hand.

"Well, okay then." Wang De sat back in his seat, obviously feeling a little lonely, waiting for the tax inspection.

After this little episode, the tax comrades moved much more efficiently and quickly finished checking the carriage. Before getting off the train, they even shook hands warmly with Wang Deming.

Although this young comrade's ideas are still immature, his patriotism still needs to be encouraged.
The train started again and headed towards Hankou. During the rest of the journey, except for Ge Maozhai chatting with Wang Deming from time to time, Liu Yuchen and others avoided Wang Deming as much as possible, for fear that he would cause some trouble and implicate them.

They all carry huge sums of money.

The group continued to transfer trains in Hankou and headed north along the Beijing-Hankou Railway.

When we set out from Tianjin, it was still the cool golden October, but when we returned to the city from Hong Kong, it was already the cold winter November with howling north winds. The train passed the Western Hills where there was still some snow, the desolate but bustling fields, and finally approached the capital.

It’s a pity that I can no longer see the endless, tall and wide city walls surrounding the capital from the train; I can no longer see the jujube trees growing tenaciously in the cracks of the city walls and the children playing everywhere.

Fortunately, the towering Zhengyangmen city gate tower and the Zhengyangmen arrow tower are still there.

Unfortunately, the Zhengyangmen Archway with five pillars, three gates, red columns and green tiles opposite the Zhengyangmen Railway Station could not escape the fate of being demolished, and the site is now bare with nothing left.

Following the bustling crowd, they came out of the train station and arrived at the square in front of the station. Then the group parted ways and got into several cars parked on one side of the square and drove away.

Wang Deming watched the car speed away, leaving behind a faint black exhaust, and the corners of his mouth inexplicably curled up, as if he had thought of something good.

Lifting the canvas bag in his hand to make it more comfortable, Wang Deming exhaled a breath of white cold air and walked out of the square in front of the station. After politely declining several tricycle drivers, he first went to Yueshengzhai on Qianmen Street to buy a few pounds of marinated mutton, then hailed a tricycle on the side of the road to go to the home of his master Xia Xiwu in Baoyu Hutong.

After getting off the tricycle and paying the driver, Wang Deming subconsciously glanced at the gate before entering the hospital.

At the entrance to the courtyard, where the signboard of "Xia's Palace Bone Correction" had originally been hung, there were only two half-exposed nails left. He raised his hand to check his watch; it was already past 4 p.m.

Is it possible that the master is not at home for consultation today?
"Master's wife, sister-in-law," Wang Deming shouted as he pushed open the gate.

After passing the screen wall, he turned his head to look at the several back rooms at the entrance to the courtyard. They were closed tightly and there was indeed no sign of any patients visiting today.

As I stepped onto the steps of the hanging flower gate, I looked up and saw my master's wife and sister-in-law coming out from the central hall of the north room. The two of them were wearing aprons and holding rolling pins in their hands. I guess they had just been cooking in the house.

"Deming, you're back? Oh, the old man keeps talking about you, saying it's been snowing twice, why haven't you come back yet?"

"You too, why do you have to go so far? You are an unfamiliar place. You are a doctor who treats patients. The purchasing is left to the supply and marketing department of your factory. You are now an employee of a company and you have to rely on the organization and the company."

As soon as they met, the master's wife scolded Wang Deming. She walked up to him, pulled his clothes, looked him up and down carefully, and then quickly pushed him into the house, complaining again: "Did you not even bring your cotton-padded jacket before you went out?"

"Hurry into the house, Huizhen, find one of Dinghuan's cotton-padded jackets and put it on Deming! This stupid kid is only wearing a sweater in such a cold weather!"

If it weren’t for Cao Guangbiao’s newly opened Taiping Woolen Mill, Wang Deming wouldn’t even have the knitted sweater he’s wearing.

The sweater he was wearing was completely machine-knitted, breaking the situation where sweaters could only be knitted using traditional methods.

Wang Deming was pulled by his master's wife to the stove in the house. He rubbed his hands together to warm himself by the fire, put on the black cotton-padded jacket that his master's wife had found, and then asked with a smile: "Master's wife, why is Master not at home to see patients in the afternoon now?"

"Hurry up and drink the ginger soup. I put some brown sugar in it." The master's wife came over with a large bowl of steaming water and told him to drink it quickly. Then she watched Wang Deming drink it all in one gulp and replied with satisfaction, "Isn't it a public-private partnership now?"

"All the joint clinics under the Chinese Medicine Association have been cooperating at the first opportunity. The old man is now on duty every day." The master's wife looked up at the wall clock, "He will be back soon. He will get off work on time at 5 o'clock. When Dinghuan gets off work at the steel rolling mill and arrives at Dongsi, it will be just in time for the two of them to go home together."

The prerequisite for Wang Deming to take leave from the steel rolling mill was to get his senior brother Wu Dinghuan to take the blame. This was also because he had someone in the court to help, so he didn't even have to go through the factory director. Yin Mei from the personnel department did it directly.

"Deming, make yourself some tea. You are a lucky person. Your sister-in-law and I suddenly thought of making dumplings today, so we went to Niujie to buy some mutton. It just so happens that you and your grandpa can have a few cups of tea together tonight."

Wang Deming agreed with a smile and used the boiling water on the stove to make himself a large pot of Pu'er tea. While sipping the tea, he listened to his master's wife nagging about the family and the changes in his master.

Especially about the Master.

Although Master Xia Xiwu now works in the outpatient department every day and his income has decreased a lot, he can only make more than 100 yuan a month, but he never thought that he would be able to retire in two years and have a pension!
This means that even if he gets old and can no longer work, he will not have to worry about having no food to eat and will not starve to death.

The master's wife came from the old society and had seen many old men starving to death or freezing to death on the streets in winter, and old men who could not work and earn money.

When she said this, the master's wife's face was full of joy, and she kept praising the party's policies.

Really consider us, the grassroots people!
It really is a great opportunity to come here at the right time. I am so blessed!
(End of this chapter)