Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

Before getting into the car to leave, Standing Committee Member Li specifically called He Yuzhu to his side.

"Zhu Zi, this is the word the designer gave to the hospital. You must preserve it well. I remind you, if you don't build it well, don't defile his inscription."

He Yuzhu felt it was heavy in his hand. He didn't expect that the old man, who was busy with all kinds of things, could still think about such a small matter as his.

"Uncle Li, please go back and tell him that I will live up to his expectations."

After Standing Committee Member Li patted He Yuzhu's shoulder heavily, he was silent but very proud.

Since Standing Committee Member Li came in person, in addition to the media invited by He Yuzhu, the three more official ones were also present, so in the 19:00 news broadcast, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was given a 30-second shot.

Television is now fairly popular in Beijing, especially in Tongluo Ancient Lane. Since most of the residents are employees of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and have relatively strong family backgrounds, half of the households already have a television.

Therefore, watching the news while eating dinner is a standard practice for families with TV.

When the scene of He Yuzhu laying the foundation stone with a group of bigwigs appeared on TV, the entire Tongluo ancient people felt proud. Although they had not chatted with He Yuzhu for a long time and some of them were just acquaintances when they met, this gave them something to brag about when they met their co-workers tomorrow.

Tuesday's hand was a little more important, as he mainly had to accompany Master Bei.

Master Bei saw that He Yuzhu was almost done with his work, so he came over and asked, "Zhuzi, have you written the inscription for this Chinese medicine hospital?"

If it weren't for his inscription, He Yuzhu would have wanted to ask Master Bei to write one, but now he can only settle for the second best and let Master Bei leave a calligraphy work.

"Uncle Bei, I was originally planning to invite you to write an inscription for the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, but just now, Li Changwei brought a copy of the designer's inscription, so I can only ask you to write a couplet for our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Upon hearing this, Master Bei felt a little disappointed, but he was more surprised. He didn't expect that the old man knew about this. Master Bei was excited again that his calligraphy could appear in the same place as the old man's.

"Zhu Zi, I'll show off my ugliness and write a couplet for our Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Zhou Er, who was standing by, was also eager to try, "Zhu Zi, I'll do one too. You won't mind my calligraphy being ugly, will you?"

"Uncle Zhou, what are you talking about? I'm looking forward to it. I've already prepared the four treasures of the study. Please move to the command center."

After returning to the command center and coming to the desk, Master Bei thought for a long time and finally wrote down the famous couplet that has been passed down through the ages.

"I wish that there would be no disease in the world,"

"Why worry about dust gathering on the shelf?"

"Master Bei, I didn't expect your calligraphy to be as good as your genius design."

"Mayor Zhou, thank you for your compliment. I would also like to appreciate your calligraphy and learn from it."

"Master Bei, then I will show you my ugliness..."

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"Zhu Zi, I will donate some money to the TCM hospital on the day it opens. It may not be much and cannot save all the people in need, but I hope that our TCM hospital can help ordinary people get medical treatment and medicine."

"Uncle Bei, the purpose of building this TCM hospital is not to make money, but at least to provide some protection for TCM doctors, so that they can save lives wholeheartedly without any worries."

"Zhu Zi, I didn't make a mistake. Ding Zhong will only donate to traditional Chinese medicine hospitals in the future."

"Okay, Father."

While the two were talking, Zhou Ershou had also finished writing his calligraphy.

Tuesday's handwriting reads:

"Integrating the past and the present, refining the immortal recipe, seeking the kidney treasure to brighten the four seas,"

"He is well versed in both Chinese and foreign knowledge, and has developed a wonderful medicine. His rejuvenation pills are famous all over the world."

He Yuzhu knew that Uncle Zhou loved reading, but he didn't expect that he could write such beautiful handwriting.

"Uncle Zhou, your calligraphy and Uncle Bei's have their own merits."

"Zhu Zi, please stop trying to fool me. I know my own limitations. My handwriting is far inferior to Master Bei's. It has form but no spirit."

In response to Zhou's self-deprecation, Master Bei waved his hand and said, "Mayor Zhou, in my opinion, as long as the characters are pleasing to the eye, they are good characters. Talking about the characters and spirits that others cannot understand every day is boring and makes people bored."

He Yuzhu and Zhou Er also deeply agreed with Master Bei's insightful remarks.

"Master Bei, you are absolutely right. It is not the members of certain associations who are the masters. I always believe that the masters are among the common people."

"Mayor Zhou, I suddenly realized that we have all made a fool of ourselves. I think the name of the initiator, Zhuzi, has not been written yet."

He Yuzhu didn't expect that the old man still wanted to see him write calligraphy. To be honest, although he had practiced it since he traveled through time, he rarely practiced it since the reform and opening up, so he was unsure.

"That's right, Zhuzi, as the initiator, it's a bit inappropriate for you not to leave a piece of calligraphy."

He Yuzhu was forced into a corner. He knew that it would be immature if he refused, so he had to grit his teeth and agree.

But when he got to the desk, he couldn't think of what to write, so he racked his brains and finally came up with a couplet that was suitable for the occasion.

"The famous hospital for healing the world,"

"Forge a mirror to detect evil and eliminate disease."

He Yuzhu wrote it very carefully, using all his strength, but after just a few words, He Yuzhu actually had a slight sweat on his forehead.

Master Bei and Zhou Er looked at each other for a long time, and finally couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "Zhu Zi, your handwriting is also very good. If you practice hard, you may be able to reach the level of master."

"Uncle Bei, Uncle Zhou, please stop praising me too much. I know I'm not cut out for it. It's okay to just practice it occasionally as a hobby."

"Zhu Zi, you are too modest."

"Uncle Bei and Uncle Zhou, please stop praising me. Let's move to my house. I'll treat you to a meal. I like cooking more than writing."

"Yes, Master Bei, Zhuzi's calligraphy may not rank among the best in the capital, but his cooking skills are absolutely amazing."

"Zhu Zi, I'm in for a treat today. I can't wait to eat it."

Due to the large number of guests, even though the He family’s house was big enough, it was obviously unable to accommodate everyone.

Therefore, He Yuzhu asked MCA to suspend the business of He Shi Ji for one day in advance in order to receive guests.

Arriving at He Shi Ji, He Yuzhu, after arranging the guests to sit down, also changed into chef's uniform and went to the kitchen to prepare a few hard dishes. Although he also wanted to do everything by himself, there was no way. Without him to coordinate, it would not be lively at all.

Since the ones who stayed were all close friends, He Yuzhu was also very generous. When he toasted, he did not use Maotai diluted with water, but drank the real thing.

Master Bei was a little worried when he saw He Yuzhu's drinking capacity for the first time.

"Mayor Zhou, is it okay for Zhuzi to drink like this?"

"Master Bei, you are worrying too much. In Zhuzi's words, it is just basic practice."