Time flies, and another year has passed in a blink of an eye.

Even though Song Yunhui was at Jinzhou Chemical, he thrived like a fish in water and was very fulfilled. Every time he sent a letter back, he would share the things he encountered in the factory with his family.

Gold will always shine. No matter what era or position you are in, as long as you are capable, you will always be able to shine.

Song Yunping would carefully put away a letter written by Song Yunhui every time after reading it. The letter recorded not only all Song Yunhui's experiences at Jinzhou Chemical Industry, but also Song Yunping's long-gone dreams.

Hongwei Town, Shanbei Brigade, Wang Zhong’s home. Since the medicinal plant cultivation of the Brigade has become larger and larger, Wang Zhong applied to the town to enclose the wasteland behind his house and build a medicinal herb workshop.

As before, the medicinal materials were only roughly processed and then sold to the medicine station. Instead, they were made into finished medicines according to the prescriptions provided by Wang Zhong and under the personal supervision of Song Jishan, the father of Song Dynasty.

Song Jishan was a doctor himself. Although his medical skills were average, he had some experience in practicing medicine for many years. It was not difficult for him to make medicine.

There are not many patent medicines selected by Wang Zhong, including loquat ointment for soothing the throat and relieving coughs, medicinal wine for reducing swelling and relieving pain, medicinal powder for treating wounds and wounds, and the last one is the dog skin plaster that is popular in all the worlds.

Just looking at the simple workshop that had been built, Song Jishan was somewhat worried.

"We have built such a big workshop, but just the two of us, how can we work so hard?" Song Jishan sighed and said with a sad face.

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? If there are not enough people, just hire them."

Song Jishan has always been a little worried in his heart. After all, his experiences in the first dozen years were quite painful. Now he has lingering fears and some worries.

"You said that if the policy from above changes back again, then we..."

Seeing the worry on Song Jishan's face, Wang Zhong smiled and consoled him: "Dad, there is no way to turn back. Nowadays, reform and opening up has been made a national policy. From ancient times to the present, the most taboo thing in governing the country is to change orders day by day.

Once the national policy is established, it will not be changed easily."

Wang Zhong said this with great certainty.

Song Jishan didn't know the truth, but because he had such an experience, it left a shadow in his heart.

Song Jishan looked at Yuan Ting and Wang Zhong, who looked confident and indifferent. He couldn't help but feel a bit like the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead. After a while, he sighed and said with emotion: "I am old! Now you are young.

It’s a human world.”

Wang Chong said with a smile: "A Qi Ji can't take ten steps in one leap. An old man can't stand ten steps. An old man has ambitions to reach a thousand miles. Lian Po is seventy years old. He can still eat a bucket of rice and ten pounds of meat. He wears armor and goes into battle. He is brave and brave. My father is only fifty."

, but how old is the age when you know your destiny?"

Song Jishan met Wang Zhong's gaze and shook his head helplessly: "With your mouth, you can make dead people live again."

Wang Zhongdao: "Isn't what I said the truth?"

Song Jishan did not dwell on the topic just now with Wang Zhong, but turned to look at the several samples that had been made on the shelf, as well as the medicinal materials that had been processed in the room, and asked: "How do you plan to sell these patent medicines?"

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Wang Zhongdao: "Let's get word of mouth out first. If others don't know that our medicine is good, they won't spend money to buy it!"

Song Jishan nodded and asked, "Is it true that the medicinal materials station won't cooperate with them anymore?"

Wang Zhongdao: "Cooperate, why not cooperate!"

"But it's not that we cooperate with the medicinal materials station, but the entire Shanbei brigade cooperates with the medicinal materials station."

"The entire Shanbei Brigade?" Song Jishan's eyes lit up: "You mean the folks who follow us to grow medicinal materials?"

Wang Zhongdao: "We haven't built up our reputation now. If we make too many of these patent medicines, we won't be able to sell them. It's useless to have so many medicinal materials. It's better to use these medicinal materials first, maintain the relationship with the medicinal materials station, and wait a few years."

The better the policy, the more famous our patent medicines will be, and we will talk about other things when the time comes."

Seeing Wang Zhong confidently talking about his plans in an orderly manner, Song Jishan felt more and more emotional in his heart. If it were him, he would not be able to think as thoroughly and far-term as Wang Zhong.

The medicinal materials grown in the land contracted by the family this year have been initially processed and stacked in the warehouse of the medicinal materials workshop that Wang Zhong led and helped the villagers just built.

Although the countryside is poor in these days, people are generally relatively simple. They all live in a brigade. When someone builds a house, or if something happens, the villagers in the same brigade help each other, and they don't have to pay wages. They are given some every day.

Smoking cigarettes and providing two full meals is enough.

As for wages, although the household quota is now guaranteed and every household can have enough to eat, there is no money left on hand.

Although Wang Zhong had no shortage of money in his pocket, he did not take the lead in breaking the customs in the countryside. After all, once Wang Zhong started, it would be difficult for others in the brigade to build houses in the future.

"You have always made your plans. You can just decide these matters on your own from now on. You don't need to discuss with me." Song Jishan looked at Wang Zhong and said sincerely.

Wang Zhong said: "Dad, what you said is that we are a family and everything should be discussed. How can I decide on my own?"

Although Song Jishan didn't mind in his heart and what he just said was true, the respect Wang Zhong showed for his father-in-law in these words made Song Jishan feel a warm current in his heart.

"By the way, Xiaoping and your mother are still busy raising rabbits and processing rabbit fur. Now that you have set up such a medicinal materials workshop, will you be overwhelmed?"

Song Jishan's worries are not unreasonable. After all, he and Song's mother are indeed not too young. Although they are only fifty years old, they look no different from people in their sixties or seventies. Their bodies and bones are not as good as those of their peers who have worked hard for many years.

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Wang Zhong said calmly: "If you're too busy, just hire some people. Now it's not like before. No one will come to make trouble. Besides, as long as we pay wages, the villagers will probably rush over."

Song Jishan's eyes flashed with concern. After all, if he hired someone, the nature of the job would be different from that of his family.

But because of his understanding of Wang Zhong and seeing how determined Wang Zhong was, although Song Jishan felt a little worried, he was not as hesitant, hesitant and cautious as before. He didn't dare to do this or that.

Time is the best catalyst. In just a few years, not to mention the Shanbei Brigade, but also the dozens of brigades around the entire Hongwei Town, have undergone earth-shaking changes.

With the implementation of the household contract responsibility system, ordinary people now have land in their hands, and the original laziness and mutual shirk have long disappeared. Everyone is eager to work hard and want to sell 10% of their energy. In just the first year,

A bumper harvest was ushered in. After paying over to the country, enough was left for the collective, and the rest was moved back to their own granaries for storage.

Seeing the warehouses full of grain, the smiles on the faces of the common people brightened. If nothing else, at least they were able to fill their stomachs for themselves and their families.

The human heart is never satisfied. This has been the case since ancient times. Food and clothing are only the foundation. Now that the stomach is full, it is time to think about dressing warmly. Winter in Hongwei Town is still cold.

The poorer this person is, the more he wants to have more children, hoping that one of his children will be successful in the future, not only to bring glory to his ancestors, but also to at least bring up the whole family.

Many families have many children. When winter comes, there are not so many cotton-padded clothes and trousers. They just wear them when they go out. Those who don't go out stay in bed at home and hide under the quilt to keep warm.

Situations similar to this are not uncommon in this era.

"Doctor Wang! Is Dr. Wang here?"

The villagers' voices came from outside the clinic.

The so-called clinic is actually a newly built hut next to Wang Chong's house. It is only more than forty square meters and is divided into three rooms. The middle is for medical treatment, the south is the pharmacy, and the north is the injection room and disinfection room.

Wang Zhong's medical skills have already reached the level of perfection, and they are a combination of Chinese and Western medicine. Although Chinese medicine is broad and profound, Western medicine also has its own unique features, and the two focus on different aspects. Chinese medicine pays attention to the meridians, qi and blood, yin and yang, and the five elements.

It has its own system, but Western medicine pays attention to simplicity and speed, and has come a long way in surgery.

Wang Zhong never sticks to using only traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine when treating diseases. Instead, he uses whichever is simple and quick, cost-effective, does no harm to the human body, and leaves no sequelae.

Among the prescriptions that Wang Chong usually prescribes to the villagers, there are also many folk remedies that are popular among the people. They are made from local materials and cost little, but the effect is not bad. The key is that they are cost-effective and are very popular among the villagers.

And it was precisely because of these effective and cost-free folk remedies that Wang Zhong cured the diseases of the villagers. In just a few years, he surpassed Song Jishan who had been working in Hongwei Town for many years.

He became a famous doctor with superb medical skills among the folks.

"What's wrong?" Wang Zhong hurriedly came out of the room. He was a middle-aged man, in his thirties, with short hair like an upside-down halberd. He was wearing an old shirt that was fully patched, even the buttons were used.

The cloth ends were tied into knots, the trouser legs were rolled up over the knees, and the muddy feet were bare. The skin was tanned black and red by the sun. At this moment, the black and red skin was already covered with beads as big as soybeans.

beads of sweat.

The man said anxiously: "My second son was bitten by a snake!"

While speaking, the man hurriedly turned sideways to show Wang Zhong the child behind him. The child was only eight or nine years old. He was skinny and skinny, with no trace of flesh on his body. His skin color was also somewhat dark, but at this moment, his dark and red face was full of emotion.

There was a sense of weakness and pallor, and his lips began to turn blue. He closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy state.

"Quickly, send him to the room!" Wang Zhong hurriedly called to the man to carry the child into the room and put him on the hospital bed.

"Where did you bite?" Wang Zhong asked hurriedly.

The man hurriedly took off the child's pants, lifted the child's left foot and pointed at the black wound.

"Do you know what kind of snake it is?" Wang Zhong asked.

Different snakes have different venoms and different ways of dealing with them.

"My boss said it should be a five-step snake!" said the middle-aged man.

"Should?" Wang Zhong frowned.

"What does the snake look like?"

The man said anxiously: "My boss didn't see clearly either. They accidentally stepped on the snake when they were playing in the creek on the mountain..."

"Doctor Wang, please, please save my second son!" The man shed tears without hesitation.

"Let me take a look first!" Wang Zhong lowered his head and carefully checked the child's condition.

As time went by, the child's face became paler, his lips were already a bit bruised, the blackness of the wound became more obvious, and it began to swell.

The child's breathing and pulse are also getting weaker and weaker. If the delay continues, his life will be difficult to save.

Wang Zhong said solemnly: "No, it's too late. If we delay it any longer, even if Hua Tuo is reincarnated, there will be no way to save him. We must treat him quickly."

Song Jishan also rushed over after hearing the news. When he saw the child's condition, his expression immediately became solemn.

Before Wang Zhong could say anything, Song Jishan turned around, opened the cabinet, and took out Wang Zhong's tools.

Put a sharp scalpel on the fire and use the most primitive method to perform high-temperature sterilization, then cut the wound, release the poisonous blood, apply snake medicine, and then infuse.

After dealing with it, Wang Zhong was fine, but Song Jishan, who was helping next to him, almost broke out in a sweat.
To be continued...