The mist filled the air and turned the entire capital into a fairyland on earth.
Li Donglai rode his bicycle through most of the capital and came to an ancient alley in Changqiao Street.
The alley has a weird name, called Shoupi Hutong.
During the Ming Dynasty, there were a large number of leather-cooked leather workshops here. The workshops overflowed with stench when the leather was cooked, hence the name.
Before liberation, it was also called Shoubi Hutong, but nearby residents still think the name Shoupi Hutong is more interesting.
The houses here are dilapidated and cramped, and the residents are a mixed bag.
According to Gu Shen, Wang Wuye lived in a large courtyard in Shoupi Hutong.
The narrow alley is dark, damp, and covered with moss. The green brick walls on both sides have been completely weathered. The surrounding houses are also low-rise bungalows with asbestos tiles covering the roofs.
At the end of the alley, there was a rotten wooden door with a large gaping hole underneath. The threshold had disappeared, leaving only two black holes.
The door was unlocked, and with a slight push, a "squeaking" sound broke the early morning silence of the courtyard.
A young man who was exercising his fists and kicks ran over and asked: "Comrade, who are you looking for?"
His eyes fell on Li Donglai's bicycle, his expression wary.
Li Donglai saw the young man's tiger's mouth covered with calluses, and he probably had an idea in his mind.
He smiled and said, "Wang Wuye lives here, right? I..."
Before he finished speaking, a thunderous voice came from the distance: "Huaisheng, who is it?"
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man walked over, his bright bald head shining brightly under the sunlight.
Li Dong came to say hello: "Director Wang, do you live here too?"
Yes, the middle-aged man is the bald old man from the security department.
The appearance of the bald old man made Li Donglai feel strange. He was a formal employee of the steel rolling mill, and most of the rental housing allocated by the steel rolling mill were located near the factory. How could he live in a courtyard?
Could it be that he is related to the fifth king of the pigeon market?
The bald old Wang was stunned for a moment when he saw Li Donglai, and then smiled awkwardly: "Dr. Li, are you here to see Fifth Master Wang?"
He was not as cold as he was at the steel rolling mill, and his tone and expression revealed kindness.
"Yeah, I have something to do and I want to ask his old man for help."
"this way please."
Under the guidance of the bald old man, Li Donglai walked deep into the courtyard.
The conditions here are obviously not as good as those in a courtyard house. The dirt floor is bumpy and the houses are all crooked.
There are no flower beds in the yard, instead there are several vegetable beds.
In the vegetable garden, there are lettuce, vegetables, and several cucumbers climbing to the big tree nearby, with scattered small white flowers swaying in the wind.
Thick branches and leaves blocked the sun and formed a large shady area.
There is a stone table on the shady ground. The stone table is an old grinding mill, and there are two old small stone rollers, which are also used as stone benches.
Several gray-haired old men were sitting on stone benches with enamel jars in their hands, chatting.
Seeing Li Donglai, they all looked at him with surprise.
"Bald, who is this?"
"Fifth Master's friend."
Li Donglai responded with a kind smile in response to this surprise.
These people are probably Wang Wuye's old brothers before liberation.
Soon, the two came to a small bungalow.
The house, like other residents' houses, has the tears of time engraved on the walls.
However, the dilapidated door panels were painted red.
The bald old man knocked on the door gently, and a vicissitudes of voice came from inside the door: "Who is it?"
"I brought a guest, Dr. Li from the steel rolling mill."
The door slowly opened, and Mr. Wang Wu looked Li Donglai up and down, his expression seemed to be surprised, but also a little happy.
He nodded to the bald old Wang: "Go and do your work."
Then, he let Li Donglai into the house.
There are three rooms in the house. In the main hall, there is a table with an unclear color, a few stools, and a slightly worn wicker chair.
Li Donglai had some doubts in his heart.
Logically speaking, Wang Wuye was a powerful figure before liberation and had accumulated a lot of property.
Life shouldn't be so difficult.
The door was closed, and the sunlight poured in through the two small windows, but it still couldn't dispel the darkness in the room.
Mr. Wang Wu didn't turn on the light, took out two teacups from the cabinet, poured boiling water in them, and placed them in front of Li Donglai.
"Crack."
"hiss--"
Cigarette pot, slowly lit by a match.
Mr. Wang Wu held the pipe in his mouth and took a puff.
As the fire burned, wisps of light blue mist lingered and slowly rose.
He leaned back on the chair with squinted eyes and turned to look at Li Donglai: "How about it, do you want to have a bite?"
"...I have it." Li Donglai took out a pack of large qianmen from his trouser pocket, pulled out one of them and stuffed it into his mouth.
When he was in Qinjiagou, he tasted the village chief's native smoke, which was extremely strong.
If swallowed, one will feel dizzy.
Smoking a cigarette, Li Donglai talked about the preparations for renovating the house.
Mr. Wang Wu nodded: "This is a trivial matter. I have an old friend, his surname is Lei. It is said that my ancestor built the palace specifically, and now he works as a carpenter in a furniture factory."
Lei? The previous dynasty built the palace?
Isn’t that just style thunder?
Style Lei is a miracle in the history of Chinese architecture.
For more than two hundred years in the previous dynasty, palaces, imperial mausoleums, imperial gardens and other important palace buildings and royal projects of the Qing Dynasty were almost all produced by the Lei Shi family.
Li Donglai was in high spirits.
In his previous life, he often took his little sister to visit the palace together, and he admired the architecture inside.
It would be great to have such a master help renovate the house.
Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Mr. Wang Wu stood up and said, "I just have something to ask you."
Li Donglai put down the enamel jar: "You say."
Mr. Wang Wu: "I heard from that boy Gu Shen that you have good medical skills, and you are especially good at using earth prescriptions."
Li Donglai nodded: "I am a barefoot doctor."
Wang Wuye: "That's just right. I have some patients here and I need your help to look at them."
As he spoke, he opened the door and walked out.
...
Twenty minutes later, a long queue formed in front of the stone table under the loofah shelf, including old people, young people, and children.
Li Donglai activates the barefoot doctor system.
Patient Zhang Daliang.
The cause of the disease is Keshan disease.
Diagnosis and treatment plan:***【The effect has been enhanced】
Bonus points: 1 point
Current points: 540 points.
...
Two hours later, all twenty-three patients had seen it again.
Bald Lao Wang, who had been waiting aside for a long time, took the medicine order and was about to go to the Chinese medicine store to get some medicine.
After just one glance, the corner of his mouth twitched.
Eel, crucian carp, half a fat chicken, onions soaked in vinegar, celery and bitter melon juice, boiled cucumber and vine water, and an appropriate amount of fresh wild tobacco leaves.
...
Is this medicine?
The bald old Wang looked at Li Donglai blankly: "Doctor Li, this, this..."
Li Donglai moved his fingers to feel the pulse, which was a laborious task. When he heard the question, he smiled and explained: "The first three items are what I ordered for lunch."
"It's already noon, you can't let me go home for dinner, right?"
Bald Lao Wang:....
Next to him, Mr. Wang Wu was smoking a pipe and a pot. He couldn't help but take a puff of smoke into his stomach, which made him cough and blush.
...
After dinner, on the way back, the smile on Li Donglai's face faded.
While seeing a doctor in a large hospital, he discovered something strange.
That is, the diseases of young people and children are generally minor illnesses, such as colds, runny noses, etc., which can be cured without treatment and can be cured by drinking at most two bowls of boiled water.
The diseases of the elderly are generally more serious, and many of them are chronic diseases.
In this case, the best thing to do is to send them to the hospital for treatment.
Although the hospital is short of medicines, it is still generous to these critically ill patients.
Why didn’t Mr. Wang do that?
Li Donglai thought about it for a while, but he didn't understand it, so he stopped thinking about it.
He is just a barefoot doctor, this is not his scope of business.
Anyway, I earned 23 points for nothing.
...
The renovation of the house has been finalized, and the next step is to visit my father-in-law’s house.
If the Chinese cabbage that has been raised for so many years is going to be eaten by pigs, the vegetable farmer will definitely feel uncomfortable.
No matter what age you are in, when you visit your home for the first time, you must bring more gifts and say more nice things.
Of course, supplies are scarce now.
Usually the gifts people bring are cigarettes, wine, big carps, and preferably two pounds of fat.
The coupons required for these supplies are issued by the factory.
Every young man who gets married can receive the corresponding coupons from the Materials Section of the Logistics Department as long as he reports in advance and gets approval.
