Chapter 261 There is a Purpose

If ordinary people want to reverse their class structure, they must follow the trend, whether it is national policy or social development.

In his previous life, Lei PLUS had a famous saying: If you stand on the right spot, even a pig can fly.

Now we are just calling on Western medicine doctors to learn Chinese medicine. I believe that it will not be long before this call will become mandatory.

It is conceivable that as the situation of traditional Chinese medicine changes, it will get better and better, and traditional Chinese medicine doctors will become more and more popular. Traditional Chinese medicine continuing education schools may even cancel the word "continuing education" and become truly formal traditional Chinese medicine schools.

Don’t say that good Chinese medicine practitioners cannot be trained in schools.

During the Republic of China period, there were well-known Chinese medicine doctors who planned to build and open Chinese medicine schools in Shengjing, Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou: Kong Bohua and Xiao Longyou in Beijing, Zhang Xichun in Shengjing, Ding Ganren in Shanghai, Wu Yaoting in Guangzhou and others.

To be honest, these famous Chinese medicine practitioners are not short of money, and they have only one goal: to preserve the national quintessence forever.

Being able to enter a traditional Chinese medicine school and then transfer to a formal university after a few years, you can become a lecturer or professor, with a high and noble status and first-class income. This may be an opportunity that others dream of.

But Wang Deming didn't need it. He was not short of money, and he attached great importance to his working-class identity.

What status is better than being a worker these days? Didn’t you see that he writes novels and translates, but he just refuses to join the Writers Association…

So he just thought for a moment and shook his head to refuse: "Master, I am not doing well in the steel mill now. Just like what my senior brother said, it is easy and not too much work, which is just right for me. I will just go back to being a lecturer."

"You, Yumin shouldn't have been so soft-hearted. It was so difficult to let you leave the Traditional Chinese Medicine Continuing Education School, but you insisted on helping you to get through it. But after you got better..." Originally, Xia Xiwu was angry at him for not fighting back and wanted to scold him.

However, looking at his apprentice's solemn refusal, he could only sigh.

After a long silence, Xia Xiwu slowly said, "Working in a steel mill is good, after all, you are part of the working class. But learning is endless. Deming, I know you have talent, but you must not waste it."

"Yes, Master."

"Hurry up and eat, the dumplings are ready." The master's wife brought two plates of dumplings that were just out of the pot and steaming to the table, and scolded Xia Xiwu: "You old man, De Ming just came back from a long business trip, and he came to see you without going home, and even specially cut Yueshengzhai's marinated mutton for you.

It's good for the child to have his own ideas when he grows up. Ever since Deming became your disciple, he has never made a mistake. If you ask me, Deming's perspective on things is first-class, much better than you and Dinghuan."

"What do you know, an old woman who never leaves home? Hurry up and bring the hot wine over."

"Why shouldn't I understand? I read books and newspapers every day." The master's wife put her hands on her waist and said with great vigor, "Even our street office and neighborhood committee will come to me to discuss giving me their children when they have any problems."

"Okay, okay, you have good taste."

Ever since their grandson was born, the old couple's daily quarrels were always easily won by the master's wife.

Dumplings go well with wine, the more you drink, the better it tastes. Dumplings stuffed with mutton and green onions, paired with Shanxi aged vinegar, green Laba garlic, and sliced ​​marinated mutton, and topped with a pot of hot Beijing yellow wine, the taste is simply amazing.

After the three of them had eaten their fill, they drank a bowl of dumpling soup to digest the original food.

After staying a little longer to chat with his master, Wang Deming took out the gifts he brought back from Hong Kong from his canvas bag before leaving. He prepared soft-boiled abalone and isinglass for his master and his mistress, and two sweaters for each of the four people.

As the second largest shareholder of Taiping Woolen Mill, he filled his bag with all kinds of sweaters this time, ready to give them away.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost any money…

Although he had repeatedly postponed and said that he was not cold, facing the strong enthusiasm and care of his master's wife, Wang Deming could only reluctantly put on his senior brother's worn-out cotton coat. The gray-black fabric had turned white in many places, and the cuffs and collars, which were prone to unraveling, had been carefully patched with the same color fabric, but if you looked closely, you could still see the difference.

Alas, even Edward and Daniel can’t hold back in such an outfit…Even Edward can only wear a military coat at best…

The tricycle turned out of Baoyu Hutong and the figure of the master's wife disappeared. Wang Deming tightened the collar of his cotton coat to block the cold north wind. It was really warm, and there was a faint smell of the sun.

The driver of the tricycle was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He had a white towel tied around his neck and a gray dog-skin hat on his head that covered his ears tightly.

Very talkative: "Comrade, that was your master's wife just now, right? Hey, you two have a really good relationship, like real mother and daughter, which is rare, wow..."

"It's nothing like me. When I was a carpenter apprentice, I was often slapped in the face... That's how it was. In the end, I didn't learn anything. Now I can only make a living by riding a tricycle."

"I am lucky," Wang Deming said modestly at first, and then consoled him: "Comrade, this is not the new China. The exploitation of the old society has ended. Whatever work we do now is to serve the people."

"Well, are you a party member or a candidate cadre? You're right..." The driver pedaled hard against the wind. The kerosene lamp in front of the car illuminated the road not far ahead. He laughed twice, "Aren't the rich still very rich?"

"When I was driving for a wealthy family on a monthly basis, we could not earn what they earned in a day..."

"Not really..." Wang Deming felt a little guilty for some reason when he said this.

"How could it be possible? My goodness, the meal has chicken, duck, fish and meat, and we eat pure white flour buns. We may not be able to eat such a complete meal during the Chinese New Year..."

Wang Deming touched his nose and smiled awkwardly: "We will definitely get better and better in the future."

"I believe it!" The driver seemed to be suddenly full of strength, pedaling hard a few times and turning into Jiaodaokou Street. "My wife is now arranged to work in the Silk Flower Society organized by the street, and she is paid every month."

He took a breath and said, "The key is not to be afraid of getting sick, because medical expenses will be reimbursed!"

"Both of our children can now go to the new school near our home. Although it costs a few dollars a month, it is affordable. Isn't life more promising now?"

"So, I don't rest on Sundays. I either continue to ride my bike or do some voluntary labor. Hey, I have to be a man too."

"Hey, comrade, here we are."

Time flies so fast. Along the way, I listened to the tricycle driver's complaints about the old society and his yearning for a new life. Before I knew it, I arrived at Xiaojingchang Hutong.

Looking at the beads of sweat rolling down the tricycle driver's dark face, Wang Deming wanted to give him two more cents in fare.

The other party refused to accept it, firmly stating that he had enough money at home and suggested that Wang Deming donate the money to people who needed it more through charity organizations such as the Red Cross.

Wang Deming had no choice but to give up, but he was a little conflicted.

"Son-in-law, please come into the yard quickly..." The doorman, Old Zhao, heard the noise but didn't see Wang Deming come in. He went out of the yard and saw him standing there blankly. He didn't know what he was thinking about, so he reminded him.

"Oh, haha, I just suddenly thought of something, so I'm back right away."

We'll talk about it later when we have the chance... I've read too much news in my previous life and I have lost all confidence...

(End of this chapter)