Hello 1983

"If I'm really asked to live in seclusion here, I'll have to hold back my illness. I can only talk enviously, haha."

Liu Qingshan admired this Mr. Fan very much, he lived a real life, and being able to have this kind of open-mindedness is enough to live a long life.

As for Mr. Song, he kept silent all the way, with a rather aloof appearance.

When approaching the wooden house, the aroma of tea eggs wafted over. It was Li Tieniu, who was cooking tea eggs for the children.

Big Bear, who was also grinding around the stove outside, got kicked from time to time, and scolded: "It's not cooked yet, and you can only eat two eggs by then!"

There is no limit, just the big bear's belly and a hundred tea eggs are not enough for it to eat half full.

The big bear grunted, and then ran down the mountain happily. It had already seen Liu Qingshan, so it might as well grab two pieces of candy and eat it first.

Even crawling and rushing forward, the guests were startled. The big bear is now much bigger than an ordinary black bear, and its wobbling is really scary.

"It's okay, it was raised by my master, it doesn't hurt anyone."

Liu Qingshan explained while taking candy out of his pocket.

Kevin is the quickest to adapt. Foreigners like them have all kinds of pets, not to mention black bears, even pumas, tigers and crocodiles.

At this time, Mr. Song Yizhen, who had always maintained a cold attitude, suddenly showed surprise, twisted his silver beard and said:

"I used to have an ancient recipe that required fresh bear bile to be used as medicine. I'll buy this bear!"

He couldn't speak Mandarin well, and Big Bear couldn't understand him, otherwise, he would have to slap him with a big slap.

Liu Qingshan also glanced at this Mr. Song, feeling dissatisfied: I have already said that my master raised me from a young age, and you still want to take love away.

The most important thing is to take bear bile. Do you think it is a gallbladder removal operation for people, and they can still live?

This kind of style, at first glance, is Wu Dalang flying a kite, his shots are not high, and he doesn't know how he got his name. Couldn't it be the same virtue as the brick family called a beast in later generations?

"Brother Song, it's absolutely necessary. The way of heaven is to make up for what's not enough. It's not your way of making up for it."

Old man Fan also shook his hands again and again, disapproving of Mr. Song's approach.

"How about ten thousand Hong Kong dollars?"

Mr. Song said proudly.

Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars, even the director Wang next to him was a little moved, grasshopper legs are also meat.

Liu Qingshan heheed twice: "Old man, don't ask me, you have to discuss this matter with the person involved. If Big Bear is willing to sell his bear bile to you for 1 yuan, I have no objection."

"you!"

Song Yizhen glared at Liu Qingshan, his eyes were full of displeasure.

At this time, Director Wang's flexible wrists were displayed: "Mr. Song, there are quite a lot of bears in our province. If you need one, we can find one for you in the zoo."

Song Yizhen waved his hand impatiently: "The quality of artificially fed bear bile is too poor, so I don't need to bother Director Wang."

Seeing that the compatriots on Hong Kong Island were angry, Director Wang would of course be angry too. He frowned and scolded Liu Qingshan:

"You little comrade, your ideological consciousness is not high."

Liu Qingshan didn't like this kind of official, he had a face to the outside world, but another face to the inside, so he hehe twice:

"Director Wang, to my master, this bear is equivalent to a child raised by him. Are your children willing to take courage from others?"

These words were enough to choke people, Director Wang snorted twice, and began to ponder in his heart, how to deal with this ignorant boy.

After entering the Woodcut Leng, Liu Qingshan and Gao Feng made tea for everyone.

The tea is a herbal tea made by the dumb grandfather. Others don't feel much after drinking it, but Director Fan's eyes lit up:

"Good tea, good tea. There is tea in the Kanto region called Kidney Essence. It was already available at that time."

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, a little admiring the old man's extensive knowledge.

Director Fan took another sip: "The most wonderful thing is that there are several other medicinal herbs added to this tea, which makes this kidney essence tea neither arrogant nor irritable, just like a gentle gentleman, beneficial but harmless."

After finishing speaking, he put down the big rough bowl, and clasped his fists at the dumb grandpa again: "I admire it."

"It's just a trick of a countryman." Mr. Song, the white-haired and childlike Mr. Song, has a different opinion.

Looking at the rough tea set just now, he was not interested in taking a sip at all.

Liu Qingshan just smiled, he thought the current situation was quite interesting: as far as the dumb grandfather, director Fan and Mr. Song were concerned, they happened to be in three different realms.

This Mr. Song should be the lowest, although he looks like a fairy, but he is just a skin, and he is a layman inside.

Director Fan's level is higher, and he already has the meaning of doing whatever he wants.

And the master is the highest, it should be the kind of back to basics, right?

At this time, Song Yizhen finally couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to ask: "I heard that you found an old ginseng plant, can you take it out and identify it?"

What he used was "identification", and the implication was that he suspected that wild ginseng was fake.

Because wild ginseng is rare and valuable, it is not surprising that there were endless counterfeiting methods before liberation.

These days, the dumb grandfather has already finished the work on the wild mountain. After all, he doesn't know when the other party will come to pick it up. What if it breaks.

So the dumb grandfather raised his hand and asked Gao Feng to bring over the box where the old wild ginseng was stored.

The dumb grandpa doesn't have much furniture here, and there is only one box. In the top shelf is the dried old wild ginseng.

After taking it out, Mr. Song immediately took out a magnifying glass and began to carefully check the authenticity of the old wild ginseng.

And that Director Fan stared at the box in a daze, and his originally cheerful face gradually became dignified.

Liu Qingshan also quickly noticed this situation. He glanced at the box, and it turned out that there was a statue on the lower floor.

It was when he first worshiped the teacher, the statue of the wooden man he bowed to looked like an old man, riding a tiger upside down, Liu Qingshan always thought it was the old mountain god.

"Here, this is the statue of the King of Medicine. You, are you the heir of the King of Medicine?"

Director Fan asked in a trembling voice, his eyes widened, and he looked at the dumb old man in disbelief, the shock in his heart was written all over his face.

Heir to the King of Medicine?

With a clang, the magnifying glass in Mr. Song's hand fell to the ground.

Chapter 4 is really wonderful

Sun Simiao, a great physician in the Tang Dynasty, was honored as the king of medicine by later generations. He lived for more than 100 years, and he was like a living fairy.

In the Chinese medicine industry, there has always been a legend: the person who owns the image of the medicine king is the heir to the medicine king, and if the medicine king comes in person, he is the most respected in medicine.

Director Fan had heard this legend, and thought it was just a legend, until today he saw this statue in this wooden house in the mountains.

At the first sight of the statue, he had an urge to worship.

This feeling is very strange. It is not normal for an old man of his age to have this feeling.

Let's get in touch again, the description about the statue of the King of Medicine in the legend, riding a fierce tiger backwards, immediately matches the number.

As for the dumb grandfather, he still smiled and said nothing, but nodded slightly to Director Fan.

Director Fan straightened his clothes devoutly, then bowed down to the wooden statue.

He knew that his own feelings would not deceive him. This statue must be the statue of the King of Medicine, which gathered the respect of the King of Medicine from generations of doctors, so he would also feel this way.

The dumb grandpa didn't stop him, he just watched cheerfully, but when Director Fan wanted to bow to him, he was stopped by the dumb grandpa's big hand.

It is okay to worship the Medicine King, but it is against the rules to worship him.

As for the other Mr. Song, he is still in a dazed state: "Brother Fan, what's going on?"

"Heir of the Medicine King."

Director Fan just uttered these four words, and then stood behind the dumb grandpa in an orderly manner, like a primary school student.

Really?

Mr. Song looked at the dumb grandpa: he was dressed in coarse cloth, cloth shoes, and had a silly smile on his face. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like an old man from the countryside.

His suspicious gaze was also projected on the statue, and in an instant, as if his body had been struck by lightning, he also kowtowed excitedly.

Although he is more chasing fame and fortune, his medical skills are good after all, and he also has a sincere and deep affection for Chinese medicine, so he also clearly feels that kind of respect.

And his body and mind seemed to have undergone some kind of baptism in an instant. It seemed that most of the money, fame and fortune that had been contaminated had been washed away, leaving only the purest things of a doctor.

call!Mr. Song exhaled a long breath, and respectfully said: "Thank you for your teaching, King of Medicine."

After speaking, he got up and stood behind the dumb grandpa with his head bowed.

As for the old mountain ginseng, is there still a need to look at it, the heir of the king of medicine, can it still be fake?

The dumb grandfather still nodded cheerfully to him, as if in his eyes, Mr. Song was like a child who made mistakes, as long as he knew his mistakes, he would correct them, and in the eyes of adults, he was still a good child.

Liu Qingshan was also quite shocked by this scene. He always thought that the statue was the old mountain god, but he never thought it had such a big background.

But after the shock, the admiration for Master in my heart broke through the sky: this is the real demeanor of a master.

It was also unbelievable that Master Yang and Master Yao accompanied him.

Although they are not doctors, they are engaged in the same industry.

It was never expected that the dumb old man who has been together for so many days has such a noble and special status.

For a while, the two of them didn't know how to get along with the dumb grandpa.

The dumb grandfather also obviously saw the embarrassment of these two, smiled and gestured twice, and Liu Qingshan translated: "My master said, he and you are still drinking friends."

The two old masters suddenly felt a sense of relief in their hearts, and they also strengthened their determination to stay here: how lucky it is to be able to serve the heirs of the medicine king.

If we say that before that, there was still monkey wine hooked up, it was a bit distracting; but now, he is willing.

As for the others, including Director Wang and Zheng Hongqi, they were all in the dark.

They are not doctors, so naturally they can't see anything.

And like those two foreigners, not to mention, they were just watching the excitement.

The bearded Kevin also developed a keen interest in the etiquette of this ancient country, and even had an urge to kneel down in his heart.

After a long time, Master Yang finally said: "The matter of the prescription, do we still need to discuss it?"

Director Fan and Mr. Song shook their heads together: Is there any need for discussion?

It is already a great fortune for the heir of the medicine king to help revise the prescription.

Well, Master Yang, the middleman, was also happy to worry about it. After all, his work was not in vain. The other party promised a reward of [-] Hong Kong dollars.

But he had already thought about it, the money should be handed over to the dumb grandpa.

And after Kevin muttered with the translator for a while, the translator explained:

"Mr. Kevin wants to go to the forest to investigate, mainly the yew resources. If there are rich resources, the two sides can seek cooperation."

By this time, Kevin had given up on taking advantage and was going to go through the procedure normally.

Sure enough, it was for the yew.

Liu Qingshan pondered for a while, this matter must have something to do with Mitsui Ki or the Mitsui Foundation, probably Mitsui Ki, who knew he couldn't get it, so he spread the news.

As for the purpose, it's very simple, of course it's not to send money to Liu Qingshan, but to make things difficult for him.

As for the wild yew in the forest, Liu Qingshan had no intention of selling it, so he declined with a smile:

"Mr. Kevin, our saplings have just been planted. It seems too early to talk about cooperation now. Maybe you can come again in a few decades."

He didn't bother to ask the translator to go back and forth, so he just talked to Kevin directly in English.

Listening to the other party's proficient spoken language, Kevin was also taken aback, and then smiled all over his face:

"Haha, my friend, it's much more convenient to communicate like this. Please don't refuse our kindness, and it will be worthwhile to see."

Director Wang didn't know why, so he had to ask the translator. After hearing that he refused the foreign guest's request, that's okay. Isn't this pushing the God of Wealth out of the gate?

So he coughed heavily: "You little comrade, do you still have a big picture? If something goes wrong, can you take responsibility?"

Faced with this kind of bureaucracy, Liu Qingshan just laughed: "Director Wang, have you read the article in the People's Daily last year? Trading resources for development is not advisable."

What Liu Qingshan was talking about was Feng Shouxin's article, which had a great influence at the time and triggered a large-scale discussion.

Director Wang was choked again, and he clicked his mouth a few times, but he was speechless.

Of course he had read that article, and even participated in the discussion, because he was also in charge of economics and trade and often dealt with foreign businessmen.

However, it is one thing to discuss, and another thing to do it in practice, so Director Wang gradually forgot about it afterward.

Unexpectedly, it was brought up by the young man in front of him again, which made him unable to refute.