The old Chinese doctor in the courtyard

Chapter 898 Proving Ground (Part )
All the way to the northwest, the other teams were doing business, but Li Shengli's team was not doing business.

When others arrived, they were discussing water conservancy, coal mines, or investment, but Li Shengli's motorcade turned into a free clinic motorcade.

Groups of students took trains from the city to the place. Li Shengli took the zoning map drawn by the correspondence school, and sent groups of students to arrange for free medical consultations.

Unlike other teams that went straight to their destinations, Li Shengli's team was only three hundred kilometers away from Forty-Nine City in three months.

Various teams are discussing coal mines with an annual output of hundreds of thousands of tons, millions of tons, or even larger coal mines.

However, Li Shengli took Ding Lan on a rural road, talking about whether the village should raise pigs or sheep, or whether it should weave baskets or baskets.

Along the way, the lambskin boots that Miss Ding wore when she went out into the city had lost their original look.

Li Shengli, who was wearing leggings, was covered in dirt below his knees.

Using a yellow handkerchief, she wiped the gray sweat stains on her face that were obvious even without looking at them. Ding Lan also knew her own pain.

Fortunately, when I went out of the city, I listened to the little old man's advice and wore small leather boots with flat soles. Otherwise, it would have been even more uncomfortable to walk on the hillside in high heels.

The little old man got off the train himself and said, "If you can walk to the train station by yourself, I will let you move around freely." The couple walked from the evening to the early morning of the next day.

Ding Lan had seen this kind of world with her own eyes on her way to school. She had been to Italy and France.

After three days of starvation, Ding Lan felt that this was his limit. Even when he was hungry, he was forced to run all over the mountains and plains by the little old man.

The little old man Li Shengli's unity of knowledge and action was really hard and tiring for Ding Lan, but for the first time she truly admired her little old man.

Just like the little old man Li Shengli, the clothes Ding Lan wears are not as arrogant as those of her sister-in-law Li Yinghong, but they are basically custom-made by Du Jiaoyang and others according to her size.

Ding Lan also admired the little old man who could mingle with the villagers wherever he went.

Ding Lan, who was so tired that she almost collapsed, lay on the edge of the ditch and cried loudly, and did not dare to have any more opinions.

This was something she couldn't eat at noon, so she secretly hid it in her pocket. She wouldn't dare to throw it away. When staying at night, the little old man would eat it.

Ding Lan also thought about changing into a military uniform, but according to the little old man's opinion, wearing this outfit meant the outside world to many people in the village.

But after chasing the handkerchief, Ding Lan's legs hurt for five or six days.

Thinking about some clothes that were not good-looking but extremely expensive, Miss Ding had a new idea in her mind.

Unlike others, Ding Lan still needs to know about this kind of suffering. Sometimes the topics are different depending on the identity.

The two walked to the train station. In addition to being tired, they also had to be re-educated by the little old man. The feeling was even more unbearable than sleeping on the street in the wind and rain.

Li Shengli only gave Ding Lan a meal after she really fainted from hunger and exhaustion.

From mid-afternoon to evening, the little old man next to me was considerate and followed him all the way, shining a light with his flashlight.

In addition to being tired, I also didn't eat well. The staple food along the way was either steamed steamed buns and pickled vegetables, or the dark, bitter buckwheat steamed buns.

The day before yesterday, the old man at home also contacted her and praised her.

Hundreds and thousands of yuan are not as expensive as the boots on my feet. These are high-end shoes from abroad, and a pair costs tens of thousands of yuan.

Ding Lan felt a little ashamed as she touched the half-cheeked wotou in her pocket.

According to the little old man, her silk handkerchief costs more than ten yuan, which is enough for some people to eat for a month.

At first, Ding Lan thought the handkerchief was too dirty and threw it away after use. However, the little old man in front of her forced her to run several ravines with the wind before she could recover the lost handkerchief.

Ever since he threw away his bun and was seen by the little old man, Ding Lan really knew what it meant to be hungry and feel exhausted.

A pig farm or a chicken farm can change the food of a village.

When Li Shengli finished talking and walked towards the village, Ding Lan tugged on the corner of his clothes and said:
"Little old man, I want to make clothes..."

The communication car at the foot of the mountain rang every day with the news that a contract worth several million or tens of millions was signed, but her little old man took her to eat glutinous rice in the village.

"Just do it!
If you want any clothes, ask the communication vehicle to send a report to the port city, and it will be delivered within ten days. "

They also took photos or videos of the local conditions and sent people back to the city.

Those who really went to the countryside were the ones who really suffered. The yellow handkerchief in their hands was originally pure silk and jade white, and there were a few more dirty ones in their pockets.

Although I am willful sometimes, I have made a lot of progress.

Thinking about the pile of dirty clothes she had accumulated in the supply truck, Ding Lan began to calculate the value of those clothes for the first time.

The little old man, with no trace of fatigue on his face, instructed the barefoot doctor to plant medicinal herbs on the hillside.

It took three months for Ding Lan to realize that she was not suffering during the storm, but was just a moment of bad luck.

I heard the little old man talk about the feeling of starvation before, and Ding Lan was not impressed either.

Thinking of the envious eyes of the children in the village when they looked at her, and the happy expressions on their faces when eating sweets, Ding Lan felt that she had missed many precious things.

Ding Lan, who has gradually become accustomed to traveling across mountains and rivers, has some opinions in her heart, but she really doesn't dare to mention them.

My stomach hurts terribly at night, and during the day my eyesight goes dark.

After listening to Ding Lan's request, Li Shengli took a look. In the past few months, this young lady from the Ding family has really seen suffering.

A pair of boots costs tens of thousands of yuan, and a shirt costs tens of thousands of yuan. When compared, it is not much different from the good quality shirts in the supply and marketing cooperative, but it is just "expensive"!
Her shirt is not made of jade buttons or pure gold threads, but it is really expensive in one word.

Once you see it, you come into contact with it, and you have the opportunity to leave the land and contact the outside world.

Although there are a lot of snacks in the car, the little old man Li Shengli has strict requirements. If he does not eat a steamed bun with a meal, he will not be allowed to eat snacks for three days.

When she wanted to go back, Li Shengli, a bad old man, just left her in the wasteland.

Li Shengli really didn't care much about Ding Lan's daily expenses, and Du Jiaoyang and others from abroad didn't even care.

Regardless of Ding Lan's outfit, it is similar to what is popular on the street now, but it is designed by foreign designers in accordance with domestic trends.

Although it doesn't look good, it is really expensive.

"oops!

I didn't mean that, I just thought about it!

Why do high-end products outside cost tens of thousands of yuan?
Our silk cheongsam only costs a few dozen yuan?
The brocade cheongsams on the market today only cost a few hundred yuan each, and the craftsmanship is much better than the suit I am wearing.

I want to earn money from foreigners..."

Li Shengli couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Ding Lan's ambition.

He also thought about it when Du Jiaoyang went abroad, but it went too smoothly after going abroad, so he put it on hold.

When Li Shengli went to Hong Kong to treat the epidemic, he also made a batch of filigree silver incense boxes.

How did you bring it there, and how did you bring it back?

In recent years, because of this festival, Du Jiaoyang has placed a big order with handicraft companies from various places every year.

There are many imitation antique handicrafts, and there are several warehouses in Madianji.

In recent years, Jingdezhen's daily-use porcelain has also become a focus of Du Jiaoyang's attention. Every year, a batch of antique porcelain comes in batches, hundreds of thousands of pieces a year, and it is also expensive. "Ah……

The brocade you are talking about is still different from the real brocade.

In the early years, Du Jiaoyang ordered a batch of brocades in the south and delivered a few pieces the year before last.

One hundred thousand dollars per foot was the price she set.

Our high-end luxury goods cannot be understood by those ignorant monkeys outside.

Your sister Jiaoyang has already decided on the fabrics that her daughter-in-law will use for her wedding.

It has been more than ten years, and what Ping An and the others want to use has not yet been completed!

It is estimated that when Ping An and the others are talking about marriage, they will hand it over one by one.

Let’s not talk about clothes, just ask a teacher in the history department for a button. Hundreds of thousands of styles, and all kinds of materials you can think of or can’t think of, will be used.

I heard that some people in the south use clam shells to make shirt buttons and make a lot of money.

That person's vision is still shallow. If he asked me to sell a button, it would cost several hundred dollars.

Couture is nothing more than killing the wronged.

There are so many injustices abroad. The brocade in your sister Jiaoyang's hands costs one hundred thousand dollars per square foot, which is just a price paid for in words.

If you don't have any aristocratic blood, why don't you sell it to them..."

Ding Lan immediately felt a little depressed when he heard that his good idea was just a piece of advice.

But Li Shengli didn't pour cold water on the girl's enthusiasm, and continued:
“For knitting, you can go find Sister Lou. She has several factories there and they are still weaving silk and brocade using ancient methods.

There is no need to look elsewhere for tailors. The tailors at Madianji have the heritage of the manufacturing office back then.

Haute couture shops are now only sold in Hong Kong cities. You can give them a try.

You might as well get in touch with the one I mentioned earlier that uses clam shells to make shirt buttons. You can’t make luxury goods without some cultural heritage.

Furthermore, you are Mr. Liu’s student, so you should do this with a cultural mindset.

In Jingdezhen today, the export of porcelain has failed.

The culture is there, but it has not been integrated with the outside world.

We are taking money from other people’s pockets. Although there are many injustices abroad, it is not easy to cheat..."

After listening to the business advice given by the little old man, Ding Lan immediately regained her confidence, but she still couldn't accept the rhetoric of foreign enemies.

On today's campus, foreign countries are still the boundaries of the full moon. This cannot be changed by canceling a friendship store and the external service department.

"Little old man, why do you look like Min Que?"

Listening to Ding Lan's question, Li Shengli sneered and said:
"Xiao Ding, just be happy!
Born in the country, you still have personality.

Born in a foreign country, even if you have an old man as your father, and you catch my eye and I'm attracted to you, the next moment you will be treated like a white-striped pig and sent to my table.

To me, they are all human beings at home. When I go abroad, that’s a different story..."

Seeing his little old man showing his cruel side, Ding Lan immediately stopped talking.

Miss Ding also shuddered when thinking about the little foreign girl that sister Du family kept in captivity in Laomei Manor.

They were all raised since childhood. Ding Lan, who knew almost everything about where he came from, didn't even dare to ask.

Seeing the little old man walking past her and walking down the mountain through the dirt, Ding Lan swallowed and followed him quickly.

After coming down, Li Shengli and his wife, who had planned to live in the village, were called to the communication vehicle by a telegram from the northwest.

Even Li Shengli could only destroy some classified telegrams after reading them on the communications vehicle. The originals were not allowed to be taken off the vehicle.

The telegram from the northwest was sent by an acquaintance, Master Wang, who was treated for radiation sickness at the Shengli Clinic.

Subsequently, many people from the northwest came to Shengli Clinic for treatment. The most recent celebrity was Master Deng, who was seriously ill.

When radiation sickness becomes severe, all Chinese medicine can do is improve it.

Nowadays, in addition to chemical agents, traditional Chinese medicine also accounts for a large proportion of the agents used to treat radiation sickness in the Radiology Institute of the Medical Academy.

Just like what Li Shengli discussed with Pu Lao and others in the self-training class, they still treat radiation sickness as a febrile disease and evil heat.

After so many years, because there are too few actual cases, clinical diagnosis and treatment reports are still not very complete.

Master Wang called and was talking about Cherno in the north. Li Shengli knew about this two months ago, or perhaps a few years earlier.

Many technicians in the northwest have returned from studying in the Soviet Union and have feelings for the north.

There was a suggestion over there, and they wanted someone here to come to the rescue.

Today, Li Shengli is considered to be the only person besides Mr. Yue who can take the lead when it comes to radiation sickness.

Now Mr. Pu is recuperating in the south, and his work is difficult. Master Deng, Mr. Yue, is in charge.

But Mr. Yue was no longer old after all, and rescuing disasters was like putting out fires, so Master Wang violated discipline and sent a telegram directly to Li Shengli.

"Ugh……

It seems that I still have to go out of the country, but fortunately it is in the north, and there is not much cause for it now.

Xiao Ding, pack up and get ready to go home..."

After receiving the telegram from Master Wang, Li Shengli cleaned up overnight.

In the communication car, after sending a few telegrams, he changed to his own car.

Cherno's matter was also a move that Li Shengli had been planning for a long time.

If this move is done well, it will allow the influence of Du Jiaoyang and Niu Bijian to penetrate directly from the top to the north.

Secondly, Chinese medicine can become famous overseas by treating radiation sickness.

Whether it is cured or not does not matter to Li Shengli, Chinese medicine, Cherno or people abroad.

The most critical point is improvement in the short term.

Radiation sickness is one of the incurable diseases.

There are so many cases in Cherno that it is the best testing ground for the treatment of radiation sickness.

As long as traditional Chinese medicine can be effective in a short period of time after being taken, it can be regarded as a special medicine for treating radiation sickness.

As for the follow-up, that will happen ten or twenty years later...

(End of this chapter)