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Chapter 232 An accident happened in Banzhuhe Village (1 more coming, ask for the moon!)

Zao Wou-Ki did not exaggerate at all. Felina is indeed talented, and she is very good. However, in this world, there are so many talented people, but there are not many people who truly become writers and make a living from it.

many.

Some writers within the Chinese system, not to mention Zao Wou-ki after his rebirth, even in his previous life, Zao Wou-ki did not think there were any extraordinary writers. Some so-called masterpieces were obviously written because of something that needed to be written, and some so-called celebrities

, it’s just blown out.

In China, the living conditions of real writers are not good. For example, after online writing has become a spontaneous choice of the young generation, only a few "great masters" can really live a better life. Most of them earn one to two thousand yuan or more a month.

Three to five thousand yuan is just enough to make ends meet.

Therefore, being a writer is not a good profession in China. In the 1980s, if someone introduced you as a talented person who has published many masterpieces, you would be very happy; in the 1990s, if someone introduced you as a talented person and has written many works, you would be happy.

You will feel a little embarrassed; in the 21st century, if someone introduces you as a genius, you will scold him in turn: You are the genius, and your whole family is a genius!

This is also the reason why Zao Wou-Ki asked Felina "What do you want in this life?" This choice seems easy, because it is very glorious to publish works; but if you don't study and accumulate, your talents will be exhausted.

When time passes, and youth is gone, it will be troublesome to adjust your life at that time.

This is also the reason why in this era, many people who were able to write when they were young, after reaching their thirties, went into the propaganda department and became copycats. With the salary of civil servants, they had a full-time official position, and occasionally they were arty, that's it.

After spending a lifetime, if the salary of civil servants had not been greatly improved later, such a person would not be as successful as an ordinary primary school teacher.

After receiving personal guidance from Zhao Wuji, Felina left with satisfaction.

Not long after lunch, the Fengshan Township cadres who had arrived at the township government early for work were also satisfied. The satisfaction of the cadres was not due to the good food or the high-end wine, but to Zhao Wuji's attitude.

Among all the more than forty people, each one of Zhao Wuji proposed a toast, and he did so first. His open-minded and easy-going attitude immediately relaxed the nervous mood of some ordinary cadres.

Although equality is called for every day, there is a hierarchy everywhere in China. When we go to the countryside for dinner, the main leaders will sit at one table, the middle-level cadres will sit at a table, and the ordinary cadres will squeeze into a few tables. If anyone is ignorant, he will go to the leaders or middle-level cadres.

If you go to a table, people may not say that this guy is awesome to your face, but behind his back they will definitely say that this guy is not sensible at all.

Although Zao Wou-ki couldn't change this situation, he had his own ways. For example, when he went down to toast, he held a cup and wine bottle in one hand, and bowls and chopsticks in the other. When he got to a table, he didn't just stand and give a signal before leaving.

, but you have to sit down and eat every three cups of food. When you encounter a dish you particularly like, you will deliberately put a piece of it in the bowl, and say that if you are quick, you will eat it if you are slow.

Ni mediator, Mayor Zhao doesn’t mind the food he cooked. Zhao Wuji is so approachable.

Zao Wuji also has a principle when it comes to drinking, that is, within his own ability, everyone can have a drink, and he will never come to lead a drink. Colleagues can have a drink. But everyone can only toast. If you want to drink more, find someone else to challenge you.

Go ahead.

Of course, this refers to dining with a large number of people, as well as drinking in a small area with a few people at a table. Zao Wuji is more easy-going, that is, he can do it casually and do whatever he wants.

After Zhao Wuji became the mayor of the township, he had the opportunity to move back to the township government dormitory. Each deputy township-level cadre had a room. However, Zhao Wuji was obviously not satisfied with the current situation of one room per person, so he continued to stay in the villager Ouyang Fu's dormitory.

at home.

After drinking and eating, Zao Wou-ki returned to the rental house to rest on the pretext of drinking too much. In fact, he was studying his medicine. Although Zao Wou-ki's traditional medicine and acupuncture have reached the "grandmaster" level, that is just

It is "tradition". Zao Wuji discovered that due to the continuous deterioration of human settlements, the modern intractable diseases that humans suffer from are far more complicated than those in ancient times. Although ancient medicine was very effective in treating certain diseases, it could not cure all diseases.

.

In addition, there is another important factor in Zao Wuji's "Grandmaster" level, and that is his true essence. In front of the true essence, there are no injuries that cannot be cured. But this is also the problem. So many people in this world,

There are so many diseases that even if Zao Wou-Ki had as many incarnations as Sun Wukong, it would be impossible for him to treat everyone personally.

Therefore, Zhao Wuji wanted to develop some cheap and high-quality drugs, especially drugs for rural patients. Such drugs must be industrially produced.

Due to the differences in the working and living environment between urban and rural areas, the diseases suffered by farmers have typical environmental characteristics or occupational characteristics. For example, Feng Jiaping's mother's rheumatic heart disease, such as Nangongping's mother's tuberculosis. Although these diseases also occur in cities, the incidence in rural areas is not

The rate is higher.

In later generations, rural medical and health care is the hardest hit area by fake drugs and inferior doctors, which is more harmful than cities. The biggest problem in cities is not fake flowers, but inflated drug prices and arbitrary charges.

Most of those who were deceived were farmers who went to the city to seek medical treatment.

Zhao Wuji wanted to research some drugs that were more suitable for the conditions of rural areas and farmers, similar to the national essential drug catalog of later generations, to provide the most basic guarantee for health.

Originally, there were all kinds of medicines and doctors in the system, and Zao Wou-Ki could have obtained those medicines with very few points. However, with the improvement of Zhao Wuji's overall scientific literacy, especially in physics and traditional medicine, he reached the level of a master.

After reaching the realm, his thoughts also underwent some changes.

This change is a love of research, exploration and hands-on work.

In his previous life, Zao Wou-Ki spent his whole life as a swordsman, doing research, and exploring things that could not be compared with him. As for doing things, it might be limited to cleaning the office, cooking home-cooked meals at home, washing dishes, washing clothes, and so on.

This is equivalent to writing an article. It is very easy for future generations to copy someone else's article, but apart from getting a professional title and rice, there is no happiness or joy. But the fruits of one's own labor are different. It has a sense of accomplishment and an inner feeling.

A deep sense of honor and dignity. The essential power of human beings is reflected in this creative activity.

However, not long after Zhao Wuji entered the research state, there was a shout from the road outside: "Head Zhao, Head Zhao, something has happened, something big has happened!"

"What's the matter? Speak slowly." Zhao Wuji's voice almost touched the ground outside, and he appeared at the door. The person's name was Ye Ligui, an old secretary in the Party and Government Office, and he was very good at wax board skills.

"Someone was beaten to death in Banzhuhe Village. The dead person was carried to the door of the township government office by the villagers. Secretary Wei and others are trying to understand the situation. They asked you to go there." Ye Ligui said.

"Okay, get in the car. Let's go there." Zhao Wuji started the car without saying a word.

However, Zhao Wuji didn't understand why there were so many cadres in the countryside, so an old comrade came to call him. Although the road was not far, it was almost a mile.

This was actually Zhao Wuji's fault. Most of the others were drunk. Only Ye Ligui, because he didn't drink much, only drank a small glass at noon, so he was sober.

"Old Ye, tell me, what's going on?" Zhao Wuji asked while reversing the car after Ye Ligui got in the car.

"I'm not very sure. I just heard from Secretary Wei that the deceased's name was Kang Mingquan, and he was the president and party member of the No. 2 community in Banzhuhe Village." Ye Ligui said.

"President, party member?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji subconsciously kicked the accelerator.

Zhao Wuji didn't ask any more questions, because he arrived quickly after only one mile.

The township government compound was crowded with onlookers and neighbors, as well as some red-faced township cadres. Alas, drinking is really a bad habit.

"Oh, Mayor Zhao is here, that's great!" Someone shouted before Zhao Wuji could stop the car.

"Town chief, you have to make decisions for us orphans and widows..." Following that cry, a village woman in her early thirties, holding three children, ran to Zhao Wuji, knelt down and cried.

"Hey, sister-in-law, if you have anything to say, please speak slowly." Zhao Wuji gently held his hands, and the village woman could no longer kneel down, "Felina, He Shaofang, you two come and take care of the big kidney, and the rest

People, go bring some stools and chairs out."

"Where are they? I'll go check on them first." After Felina and He Shaofang helped the village woman, Zhao Wuji walked towards the crowd of onlookers. In the middle of the crowd, there was a door panel with a man lying on it.

A man of nearly forty years old, with a lot of mud on his clothes and blood on his face, had completely lost all signs of life. Zhao Wuji used his spiritual sense to observe and found that there were marks on his waist and a blunt blow on the back of his head.

The traces of being struck by an object indicate that it was the blow to the back of the head that caused the fatal wound. If Zhao Wuji's estimate was correct, this should have been caused by a blow with a carrying pole.

"Are the people from the police station here?" Zhao Wuji asked loudly.

"No one is on duty at the police station. Someone has been sent to call." Wei Changqing walked over, his face full of melancholy.

"What's going on? If anyone knows the situation, please come forward and tell us." Zhao Wuji glanced at Wei Changqing without any expression. However, he saw Wei Changqing's look clearly.

"I know, I know." A young man in his 20s and two other young men of similar age stood out from the crowd.

"Okay, when the people from the police station arrive, tell me everything you know. Also, what is your name, where do you live, who are your parents, and what is your relationship with the deceased?" Zhao Wuji asked calmly.

"Oh, Mayor Zhao, I'm sorry. Two of my friends are here and just went out." At this moment, a police officer named Cai Zhaoming from the police station ran over panting.

"Where is Director Wang? Are you the only one on duty at the police station?" Zhao Wuji asked calmly.

"Yes. Director Wang has gone to the bureau to do some work." Cai Zhaoming answered carefully. Wang Dajiang was playing cards at a certain village chief's house at this time. How could he dare to tell the truth? And this Cai Zhaoming is only 27 years old this year and is fat.

There is too much meat, and you are already exhausted after running a few steps. Such a person feels tired just by looking at him. (To be continued.,,,

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