After Wei Ran finished the bowl of Qianghuo soup, everyone sitting around the table started chatting with each other.
According to their respective accounts, Zhang Yang, who they met by chance, had just graduated from college this year, and then used the money he saved from part-time work in college to buy the eight-hand van outside. He also cleaned it up by himself for a whole month, and then just a week ago, he bought the van from where he was studying in college.
Depart from Chengdu.
In other words, his journey around China is currently in an embarrassing state of failure.
As for the girl from the Zang ethnic group named Lamu, she is still an active soldier, but she happens to be on family leave. Coincidentally, the day she returned home happened to be the same day that Zhang Yang started his self-driving trip from Chengdu.
.
This little coincidence made Zhang Yang secretly insist that this was the so-called "fate".
Of course, compared to the publicity of peeking at the girl, Wei Ran, who claimed to be here on a "business trip", was more curious about the family and the old man in the photo.
Because of this, his words naturally guided him in relevant directions intentionally or unintentionally.
Through some insinuations, he successfully learned that in addition to running a herbal medicine purchasing station, Uncle Jiang and his wife also raised dozens of milk-producing yaks. Although their lives were not rich, they were still considered well-off.
Right now, it is the season for digging Qianghuo and Duhuo. The couple originally planned to dig some truly wild Qianghuo and Duhuo, and then prepare them for their daughter to take with her to prevent colds when she returns to the army.
In addition, they are also planning to send some to their son, who is also serving in the military.
Speaking of their son, Uncle Jiang said proudly, "Our family Zhuangzhuang won a second-class merit award last time! People from the district came to give us big red flowers and honors!"
At this point, Uncle Jiang, who had already changed into a set of clean clothes, proudly and enthusiastically invited Wei Ran and Zhang Yang to go next door to have a look. However, the girl named Lamu blushed and quickly got up and slipped into the kitchen to help.
Her mother prepares meals for the guests together.
Regardless of peeking at the girl, and eager to go to the kitchen and use himself as food to show off, Wei Ran drank all the butter tea, got up and followed Uncle Jiang to an empty room on the first floor.
As he lifted the curtain, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. Apart from a wall of display cabinets, there was no other furniture in the room.
But on the wall opposite the display cabinet, there are two plaques that read "Home of Third-Class Meritorious Officials" and one plaque that says "Home of Second-Class Meritorious Officials." There is also a big red flower on each of these three plaques.
"These are the honors Maomao and Zhuangzhuang received in the army."
Uncle Jiang casually picked up a clean white towel placed on the radiator, and while wiping the three plaques, he proudly introduced them, "It's also in the display cabinet over there. I originally wanted to put them all in the living room."
When Wei Ran turned to look at the display cabinet, Uncle Jiang also introduced, "Maomao has good academic performance. When he was studying, he got a certificate every semester. If Zhuangzhuang is not good enough, he is poor in studies, oh my!"
At this point, Uncle Jiang, who was having a headache and was slapping his head, pointed to the trophies, honors and other items in the display cabinet, and then continued with a smile, "But it's different when you get to the army. This kid already got a
Third-class meritorious service, and this year I got a second-class meritorious service, and now I am already a platoon leader."
Little Lama and Nurse Ji should both be very pleased...
Wei Ran listened quietly as Uncle Jiang "showed off" his children and how much he cared about his son who was "almost as old as you". At the same time, he also secretly regretted that he didn't see anything familiar in this glass showcase.
thing.
Just at this moment, following the movement of the iron door outside the window being pushed open, a stocky old man also walked in from the outside.
The old man wore a red felt hat and a white coat. On his neck, in addition to a string of rosary beads, there was also a stethoscope hanging.
"My father is back," Uncle Jiang explained with a smile, "He runs a clinic in the town."
"How old is the old man?" Zhang Yang subconsciously asked the question Wei Ran wanted to ask.
"Already 75"
Uncle Jiang greeted Wei Ran and the two of them to go out, and replied with a smile, "He was a barefoot doctor when he was young. He has been running the clinic all his life. He said he would work until the day he can no longer work."
Nurse Ji's wish also came true...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and when he and Zhang Yang followed Uncle Jiang back to the living room, the old man just walked in.
"Are these two young men here to buy medicinal materials or to see a doctor?" The old man asked with a smile in Chinese as he entered the door.
"neither"
Uncle Jiang quickly introduced Wei Ran and Zhang Yang, and the two young men also greeted Mr. Jiang very politely.
"You little kid, have you caught a cold?" Mr. Jiang suddenly developed an occupational disease after Wei Ran couldn't help but sneeze again.
"It's okay," Wei Ran said quickly, "Uncle just gave me Qianghuo soup."
“How long will it take for you to drink those drinks?”
Mr. Jiang, who had already sat down, moved to sit next to Wei Ran as he spoke. He then put on the stethoscope and motioned to Wei Ran to lift up his clothes.
Seeing Uncle Jiang's helpless expression, Wei Ran smiled and unzipped his jacket and down vest, letting Mr. Jiang put the stethoscope against his chest through his thermal underwear.
After waiting patiently for a moment, the old man nodded, "It's not a big problem. The altitude here is somewhat higher for you mainlanders. If you are not in good health, a common cold may turn into pulmonary edema. So, you continue to sit.
, I will go back to the clinic and prescribe some medicine for you."
"No..."
"Don't worry, I don't want your money." The old man took the initiative to make a promise before Wei Ran could refuse.
"Let him be"
Uncle Jiang seemed not to be surprised, "My father can't see anyone getting sick."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "In that case, old man, why don't I go with you?"
Wei Ran, who was about to refuse, said proactively, and as he spoke, he drank the refilled cup of butter tea in front of him and stood up, "I'll drive you there, because I just want to go to the town to buy some things."
"That's fine." The old man was very happy. As he spoke, everyone had already reached the door of the living room.
After bidding farewell to Zhang Yang, Uncle Jiang and others for the time being, Wei Ran followed this tough old man out of the small courtyard.
Helping the old man to sit in the passenger seat, Wei Ran followed the other party's guidance and drove the car to the center of the town, finally stopping at the entrance of a small store.
This small store doesn't even have a name, and the only sign is the red cross on the roof.
When Mr. Jiang opened the locked door and walked in, Wei Ran felt as if he had returned to Grandpa Suisui's pharmacy when he was a child.
The store is only about 20 square meters in total. There are two benches covered with beautiful blankets on both sides of the door. Facing the door is a wooden table that has been coated with pulp.
Behind the medicine table is a shelf with various large and small medicine bottles. On one side of the shelf is a cabinet with a glass window, which seems to contain some trauma treatment equipment, and on the other side are two fixed
Oxygen bottles on a trolley.
Compared to these scenes, which seemed like a return to the rural clinic of his childhood, what really caught Wei Ran's attention was directly above the medicine table.
Hanging on the thin iron chain hanging from the ceiling was an oil lamp that looked very familiar to him!
Next to the oil lamp, two other thin iron chains were used to hang the medical qualification certificate in a photo frame. The name column of this certificate happened to be "Jiang Ji".
"Old man, why is there still an oil lamp hanging here?"
Wei Ran pretended to be curious and asked Mr. Jiang, who had already walked to the other side of the medicine table and started working.
"It..."
Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "We didn't have electricity here before. It was used for lighting. I have been using it since I started practicing medicine."
"This...is like this..."
Wei Ran wisely did not continue to ask. After a while, the old man had already got the medicine for him.
There were a few pills of Gankang that were packaged like small medals, plus five or six bags of cold medicine. In addition, the old man also opened the drawer of the medicine table, took out a small empty medicine bottle, unscrewed it, and knocked it on the table.
After a while, he turned around and opened a 1,000-pellet vitamin C pill bottle, dug out dozens of pills from it with a small medicine spoon, and put them into the empty pill bottle.
It was at this opportunity that Wei Ran also discovered a second familiar object in the unclosed drawer of the medicine table - the copper lunch box that Nurse Ji inherited from Wang Zhen.
Just from the patina on the outside, you can tell that this lunch box is a commonly used item. It is clean on the outside, not to mention rust, and not even dust can be seen.
"That's enough"
Mr. Jiang said, "If you think it's not serious, just drink cold medicine. If it's serious, just take this big pill."
There is also this vitamin tablet. Taking one every day can increase your resistance. We have a high altitude here and the temperature changes greatly. If you are not careful, you will catch a cold."
"Thank...thank you"
Wei Ran came to his senses and quickly thanked him, "Old man, how much do these cost?"
"I told you I don't want your money." The old man waved his hand, "Let's go to my son's house for dinner."
After suppressing all the questions in his mind that he couldn't wait to ask, Wei Ran helped the old man get into the car, then went to a small supermarket on the roadside to buy some fruits as gifts, and then drove back to Uncle Jiang's house.
The next noon, Wei Ran and Zhang Yang were entertained by Uncle Jiang's family and had a sumptuous lunch of local specialties. By the way, they also learned how to make tsampa and added WeChat with Uncle Jiang - this is Wei Ran
The main purpose.
After lunch, Wei Ran took advantage of a phone call from Xia Shushi to say goodbye, and the enthusiastic Uncle Jiang also gave him some small gifts - a pot full of steaming butter tea, a pack of yak jerky and a
Box of milk residue.
Ignoring Zhang Yang, who didn't know whether he would stay or continue his self-driving tour around China, Wei Ran said goodbye to the hospitable family and drove back to the hotel in Songpan County alone.
"What have you been doing for most of the day?" Xia Shushi, who had been waiting at the hotel entrance, asked before Wei Ran could get out of the car.
“Went to where we camped”
Wei Ran shook his satellite phone in a prepared manner, "I left my satellite phone there. I rushed back to get it. What about you? Are you okay?"
"It was nothing, you're the one who made the fuss."
Xia Shushi sniffed, and while beckoning Wei Ran to the hotel, he said, "My teacher has hired someone to restore the photos. Hurry up and take out the second medicine bottle you found. I'll take some photos."
Send the photo to my teacher."
"So fast?" Wei Ran asked as he walked inside.
"What's so fast? It's been several days." Xia Shushi said, "How come you've been gone for so long? By the way, that car is still there, right?"
"here I am"
Wei Ran smiled and replied, "I towed someone's car on the road, and by the way, I was treated to a meal by fellow Zang people."
After chatting here, the two of them took the elevator upstairs and arrived at the door of the room.
After opening the door and letting Xia Shushi in, Wei Ran first put the food and drinks brought by Uncle Jiang on the table, then opened the safe, took out the things he found, and placed them again on the newly spread bath towel.
"Where are the photos? Send them to me for a look?" Wei Ran said quickly before Xia Shushi took out a mirrorless camera from his bag.
"Make it yourself"
As Xia Shushi said this, he unlocked his cell phone, retrieved the chat history between him and his teacher, and handed it to Wei Ran.
Clicking on the photo in the chat, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. The photo was only half restored. Only the two children in the arms of Monitor Liu's wife could be seen, but her wife could only see
The appearance is from the bridge of the nose downwards. The bridge of the nose is upward, but it is still blurry.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fortunately, on the back of the restored photo taken in the second picture, you can vaguely see the two blurry words "Xinmin" and "Xinshu"
name.
This was not in the original photo, and it was also part of the historical episode Wei Ran experienced. He had never noticed who had written it.
"What are you and your teacher going to do next?"
Wei Ran was flipping through the chats between Xia Shushi and his teacher, and asked Xia Shushi who was taking pictures.
"My teacher plans to contact the official media," Xia Shushi said, "to see if we can find relevant people through official channels, but this involves a prerequisite."
"What's the premise?" Wei Ran asked while forwarding the two photos to his WeChat.
"First of all, we must at least make sure that these things found are indeed the relics of the Red Army." Xia Shushi stopped what he was doing, took the mobile phone from Wei Ran and said with great caution, "This is different from posting a missing person notice.
, if it is found and it turns out that it is not a relic of the Workers’ and Peasants’ Red Army, it is inevitable that many people will be disappointed, which will turn into dissatisfaction. If it is further enriched by someone with malicious intentions, it will actually discredit the Workers’ and Peasants’ Red Army.”
"Understood" Wei Ran nodded, "Doesn't this photo need to be kept secret?"
"That's not necessary"
Xia Shushi replied, "I have already sent it to WeChat Moments to ask my friends in the industry to help me find it."
"If you want to say that, I'll try posting it on WeChat Moments," Wei Ran said, following the topic.
"casual"
Xia Shushi responded nonchalantly, gently turned the bottle Wei Ran found, and continued shooting from a different angle.
After thinking for a while, Wei Ran looked at the time, and then sent the restored appearance of the front and back of the photo, as well as the original appearance, to his circle of friends, and attached a blank line like "Looking for Liu Xinmin, Liu Xinshu"
Endless copywriting.
After waiting for a while, he clicked into Uncle Jiang's circle of friends and liked a few videos of him playing Zhamuni and singing on the grassland, and his wife and daughter dancing in the distance. By the way, he also attached a video
Here are a few complimentary messages that middle-aged and elderly people like to hear.
I hope you can still keep in touch...
Wei Ran prayed secretly, and at the same time secretly expected Uncle Jiang to "courteously" browse through his circle of friends and give him a like, and by the way...
Before he had even finished praying, a series of message notifications rang out from the cell phone he was holding in his hand.
Before he could click on it, he found that Uncle Jiang had already made a video call.
"Where is your lady Queen checking the post?" Xia Shushi asked happily.
"My fellow Tibetan friends who just invited me to their home for dinner," Wei Ran said, having already pressed the answer button and even turned up the volume a bit.
"Jiang Da..."
"Young man, where did you see the photos in your circle of friends?" Before Wei Ran could finish being polite, Uncle Jiang, who was holding up his mobile phone, asked.
Feigning surprise, Wei Ran glanced at Xia Shushi, whose eyes were rounded next to him. Wei Ran "reacted for a moment" and then asked excitedly, "Uncle Jiang, do you know the person in the photo?!"
"We know! Oh! We know!"
Uncle Jiang suppressed his excitement and said, "Those two dolls in the photo are my uncles..."
Before he could finish his words, the camera focused on Mr. Jiang, "Young man, did you find the photo in a glass bottle?"
This sentence alone explains enough things.
"Yes, old man, that photo was indeed found from a medicine bottle." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he glanced at Xia Shushi, who had already picked up his cell phone and started making a call, "Old man, I wonder if it would be convenient to see you again.
Let’s talk in person?”
"Convenient, convenient!" Mr. Jiang Ji nodded quickly, "Where are you? I'll go find you, I..."
"No, let's go find you. We'll leave now." Wei Ran said first.
"Okay, okay! I'll wait for you at home." Mr. Jiang Ji said quickly.
"We'll leave now," Weiran promised again before hanging up the video.
"So... found it?"
Xia Shushi, who had also just hung up the phone, looked at Wei Ran in astonishment, "You are so lucky, aren't you?"
"lucky?"
Wei Ran grinned, "I'm really lucky. I was almost killed in a plane some time ago."
"Hey, pretend I didn't say anything." Xia Shushi patted the back of his neck, "Shall we set off now?"
"Let's go." Wei Ran stood up as he spoke, "Have you contacted your teacher?"
"I contacted you," Xia Shushi said quickly, "He said he would come over tomorrow with another bottle."
"Then let's go"
Wei Ran wrapped the items on the bath towel one by one and stuffed them into his bag. At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder how many stories about his father's generation Mr. Jiang Ji knew.
Of course, at the same time, neither Wei Ran nor Uncle Jiang knew it, just as they were busy preparing for their second meeting.
Zhang Yang, who had already driven his broken bread to Hongyuan County, had already edited the video taken by his driving recorder and posted it on his social platform, praising "Uncle Jiang" for his selfless help.
" and "Brother Wei", and by the way, he also deliberately posted a photo he took with Uncle Jiang's family and "Brother Wei" in front of his broken bread before leaving.
Although he didn't have many fans on social platforms, and even though he mistook Wei and Wei, it still didn't prevent someone from immediately recognizing Wei Ran, who almost died in a plane crash not long ago.
"Wucao! He's really special as the Soviet Union's chief prostitute!"
In a small hotel in Hongyuan County that was not very good, Zhang Yangteng sat up from the single bed and said, "I just said, why does he look so familiar! It's over, it's over! Sister Ram is in danger!"
"A--a sneeze! A sneeze--!" At the door of the hotel, Wei Ran sneezed two bosses in succession.
"You also have a cold?" Xia Shushi asked gloatingly, "How about I send you to get oxygen?"
"It's okay, just hurry up and get on your way."
Wei Ran took out a tissue and blew his nose, then asked Xia Shushi to get into the pickup truck that had not had time to be washed and left Songpan County again.
He had no idea that while one of the brothers was busy driving and the other was busy calling to report new discoveries, the video that Zhang Yang edited and posted on the social platform was blocked because of a certain flowering wall that appeared in it.
A well-known historian from outside Hong Kong became popular.
