A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 123: The Passion of the Ching Hai People

Five days later, Lin Sanqi appeared in front of Xining Railway Station with disheveled hair and dirty face.

At this time, Lin Sanqi's eyes were dull and his beard was untidy. The black backpack was dragged on the ground like a dead dog. He looked haggard and confused, as if he had just been molested by a female pervert.

(Lin Sanqi: Who wouldn’t feel exhausted after sitting on a train for five days and five nights?)

On the contrary, Qi Jiping was much better. Perhaps it was because he had been on business trips many times in his middle age and had obviously adapted much better. After returning to his hometown, his spirits quickly recovered:

"Comrade Xiaolin, welcome to the beautiful Qinghai. Haha, let's go to my house and have a rest first. I see you are quite tired."

Lin Sanqi came back to his senses at this time and politely refused:

"No, no, my first priority right now is to find a guesthouse to sleep in for two days and two nights. It's not convenient to go to your house. Haha, Doctor Qi, you'll go first. I'll go to your hospital to find you tomorrow."

Housing is in short supply these days. Lin Sanqi could imagine Qi Jiping's family squeezed into a small building. If he, an outsider, were to squeeze in, it would be extremely ignorant.

Not only will it affect people's rest, it will also interfere with the couple's reunion.

After all, the two parties were just casual acquaintances.

Qi Jiping was obviously being polite: "Well, come to see me at the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of the Provincial People's Hospital tomorrow, and I'll take care of the medicinal materials."

The two said goodbye at the train station, and Lin Sanqi finally had the opportunity to appreciate Xining in the 1950s.

The Xining Railway Station in front of us is newly built, square, typical Soviet-style architecture, the same style as the Great Hall of the People. It is quite large, but unfortunately there are very few trains.

Behind the train station are towering mountains. In fact, this is a provincial capital city surrounded by mountains.

Uh... small city...

Small cities also have their advantages. After asking a few people on the road, I arrived at the Xining Guesthouse, which belongs to the local government and is probably the best guesthouse in the whole of Xining.

Most people are not allowed to stay in this kind of guesthouse, but when Lin Sanqi took out the letter of introduction from the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he was able to check in smoothly.

It can be seen that people from the capital have a high status.

In order to show the arrogance of the people of the capital, Lin Sanqi directly asked for a single room, which cost 2 yuan a day.

If you stay in a room with multiple people, the cheapest room rate for a day is only 5 cents.

Who is Lin Sanqi? Anyway, the accommodation can be reimbursed and it doesn't cost him money, so regardless of whether he is of high rank or not, he can just stay in the best room.

After entering the room, Lin Sanqi was too lazy to get hot water to wash his feet. He just threw himself on the bed in a big letter shape and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was almost dark and his stomach started to growl.

Lin Sanqi packed up, took the money and tickets and went to the street.

If we talk about what he likes most from the Northwest region, the first choice would definitely be beef and mutton.

People in Dongguan love to eat. Except for two-legged parents and four-legged beds, they dare to eat everything else, even the people of Hujian.

But authentic gourmets all know that if you want to eat beef and mutton, you have to go to the northwest. There is also beef in the Dongguan Chaoshan area, but it is still inferior to that in the northwest, so you definitely can't miss it.

Qinghai is not a traditional grain-producing area, and it is impossible to eat rice there. However, Qinghai produces cattle and sheep, so there is a lot of beef and mutton.

Some people might say that how happy people would have been if they could eat mutton and beef every day in 59.

But on the other hand, if you were asked to eat meat every day and lack staple foods and vegetables, would you go crazy?

This is just like the fishermen along the coast. Poor families can only eat sea cucumbers and abalone every day, and only rich people can afford meat. The principle is the same.

Besides, eating too much meat and dairy products will make it difficult to defecate, not to mention high blood pressure and high blood lipids. Only herdsmen know how wonderful it is to want to eat a bite of fresh vegetables.

Others were poor, but Lin Sanqi was not, so he found a state-owned restaurant on the street. As soon as he entered the restaurant, he smelled the delicious aroma of mutton soup.

"Wow, we've come to the right place. This smells so good. Waiter, how much is the mutton here?"

The waiter also served dishes according to the person. Seeing that Lin Sanqi was dressed elegantly and even had a pen in his shirt pocket, he looked like an intellectual, so he was very enthusiastic:
"Comrade, you are from out of town, right?"

"Well, I came here from the capital on business, hehe."

"Oh, the capital city. Can I see the Tiananmen Gate every day? Can I often see great people? It's so wonderful."

Lin Sanqi looked at the waiter who was like a fangirl, and his skin trembled. He thought, what's so exciting about just a Tian'an Sect? As for the great man? He often saw the big head photo, but he had never seen the real person.

Indeed, when can we meet? (Can we meet whenever we want?)
The guests from the capital still caused a sensation in the small restaurant, and many people greeted Lin Sanqi enthusiastically.

Lin Sanqi also felt the enjoyment of being a "foreign guest". The diners around him all asked enthusiastically:

"Comrade, what does our great capital look like? Is the Great Hall majestic? How big is Tian'anmen Square?"

"Comrade, what do the people in our capital eat and wear? Are the movies you watch the latest ones?"

"Comrade, do people in your capital often see foreigners? I heard that their hair is all yellow, and their noses are so high, like a demon?"

"Comrade..."

Well, this nice hotel is just like a press conference. The enthusiastic Ching Hai people are obviously very eager for the outside world.

Lin Sanqi was delighted when he heard this: "Oh, you want to know what the capital is like, just listen to me tell you... Oh no, let me tell you about it..."

Lin Sanqi himself didn't know the specific situation in the capital. After all, he had only traveled here for more than a month. But that didn't stop him from bragging to everyone, and for a while the atmosphere in the hotel became very lively.

In fact, Lin Sanqi underestimated the people of that era's yearning for the capital and their love for great men, which were engraved in their bones.

Even an ordinary person from the capital was regarded by the common people as a messenger of the great man and a distinguished guest from above.

Lin Sanqi talked for a long time with saliva flying all over the place, and found that the dining table was full of people. Not to mention the diners, even the waiters and chefs were fascinated by what he said.

"Speaking of this great man, he was usually very approachable. He would stroll on the street with his hands behind his back and wearing cloth shoes. Once, he passed by my door and saw me eating. He greeted me and asked, "Little comrade, what did you eat tonight?"
I replied: "Uncle, we are having noodles with soybean paste tonight, using the same sauce from Risheng. Would you like to have a taste?" The great man was delighted when he heard it. He said that he also liked to eat noodles with soybean paste, but unfortunately the country was in trouble and he could only eat it once a month."

Lin Sanqi is talking pure nonsense.

But a woman in the crowd was the first to cry:
"Ah, he works day and night for our country, but in the end he can only eat noodles with soybean paste once a month. I am so moved and feel so sad, wuwuwu~~~"

Lin Sanqi was stunned. No, I was just bragging. Why are you so moved? I haven't even mentioned that his pajamas have 73 patches.

My goodness! A woman started crying, and many people in the hotel started crying out loud, and there were sobbing sounds everywhere.

Those who know that this is a restaurant think that something has happened in someone's home, while those who don't think that this is a restaurant think that something has happened in someone's home.

Lin Sanqi saw the restaurant manager next to him wiping tears, and asked weakly: "Comrade, I'm hungry, can you give me something to eat?"

The manager wiped away his tears and said firmly:
"Yes, we need to make sure the comrades from the capital are well fed and well fed, and let the old man know the hospitality of the Qinghai people. You guys, hurry up and prepare. By the way, comrade, what do you want to eat?"

Lin Sanqi thought for a moment and said, "First, give me a pound of hand-pulled mutton, and then a bowl of beef noodles."

"Okay, comrade, please wait. I promise to give you the most tender mutton and plenty of beef noodles."

Lin Sanqi was very satisfied with this meal. He only ordered one pound of mutton, but it felt like the restaurant chef had packed more than two pounds, all of which were the most tender lamb ribs.

As for the bowl of beef noodles, Lin Sanqi had never seen such a big bowl in his life. It was like a washbasin.

There was so much beef that it covered the noodles, and with oil and green onions on top, it smelled so good that Lin Sanqi drooled.

Lin Sanqi had fully felt the enthusiasm of the Qinghai people, so much so that when he went to pay, he had to walk over with his hands on the wall.

"How about it, comrade? Our hand-pulled lamb and beef noodles are delicious, right?" the cashier asked with a smile.

“Delicious, absolutely yummy~~~”

As soon as Lin Sanqi said this, everyone around him started laughing. Someone corrected him, "Comrade, Yakesi is a term used by the Wie people. We Ching Hai people don't use that term."

Hehehe~~~
The cashier smiled and said, "Comrade from the capital, a pound of hand-pulled mutton is 3 cents, and a bowl of beef noodles is 6 cents. You have to pay 1 cents in total, and you also need to give three taels of food coupons."

Lin Sanqi was stunned: "So cheap?"

The manager next to him smiled and said, "We don't need a ticket for mutton here. There aren't many other things in the Northwest, but there are a lot of cattle and sheep."

In fact, Lin Sanqi took it for granted. Although a bowl of rice was as cheap as 1 cents, how many people in the local area could afford it?

After having eaten his fill, Lin Sanqi started to have another idea. He thought that this was the most authentic hand-pulled lamb he had ever tasted, so he had to buy more and put it in the system space so that it wouldn't go bad and he could eat it slowly later.

Then he looked at the hotel manager next to him:
"Comrade, I have many colleagues coming tonight. Your hand-pulled mutton is so delicious, I want them to have a taste, too. Could you please prepare another 50 kilograms for me so I can take it away?"

The manager's eyes lit up when he heard this: "It's our honor to let the people of the capital eat the mutton from our restaurant. Okay, okay, wait, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it."

An hour later, 50 kilograms of hand-pulled lamb takeout was delivered to the guesthouse by the hotel staff.

Lin Sanqi quickly stored it in the system space while it was still hot, and then traveled back to 2023:
"Dad, mom, little sister, come here quickly, we're having hand-pulled mutton for supper tonight~~~"

(End of this chapter)