A doctor who travels through two eras

East 42nd Street, above Fu Zuo’s residence.

Old Man Fu looked at the things Lin Sanqi took down from the car and smiled so hard that his eyes became slits.

"I'm so embarrassed. This is such a big piece of fat meat. I haven't eaten meat for a long time. Oh, this is top-quality flour. Okay, with this, we can have dumplings during the New Year."

Lin Sanqi chuckled and took out another large sack:

"Here, old man, there are 50 kilograms of cotton in here. This is cotton cloth. You have a large family, so you can make some new clothes. It's the New Year and you have to celebrate."

Suddenly, Mr. Fu looked at the New Year's goods all over the yard and stood there wiping his tears:
"Little brother Lin, I really thank you. Over the years, we old people from the previous dynasty have had a hard time. Back then, our house was always crowded with people, but now you see, it's deserted. Only you still remember an old man like me."

Lin Sanqi thought, this is just the beginning, your hard days are still ahead.

In fact, Lin Sanqi liked Old Man Fu very much. He had inquired and found out that although Fu Zuo was a nobleman of the Qing Dynasty, he had never bullied men or women.

Later, when the Japanese occupied North China, he also resolutely refused to cooperate with them, which was much better than his emperor brother.

After liberation, he just played music, chess, calligraphy and painting at home. When he had nothing to eat or drink, he would go to the black market at most. Unlike the impoverished nobles of the Qing Dynasty, he never did anything shameful like cheating, eating, drinking, whoring or gambling, and enjoyed a good reputation among the people.

Like when Lin Sanqi went on a business trip to the three provinces in southern China, if it weren't for the car provided by Old Man Fu, his transportation would have become a big problem, not to mention that the old man also gave him a jade ring that Emperor Qianlong wore as a personal gift.

Just because of the old man's generosity, Lin Sanqi is willing to make friends with him and help him when he is in trouble in the future.

If I hadn't helped him by then, the date of death on his tombstone would probably have been no later than seventy-six years.

"Old man, we are close friends, don't be polite. I happen to have this ability and I will definitely not forget you. But you have to keep this a secret, not even telling my family."

Old Man Fu nodded firmly and agreed:

"Don't worry, little brother Lin. I know how many valuable supplies there are. I will never tell anyone. You can hide these things in the garage first. I will take them out one by one later. Now come to my house and have a drink of water."

Lin Sanqi had nothing to do, so he planned to visit what an authentic royal palace looked like.

Fu Zuo's house is a large house with five courtyards, and there are east and west courtyards on the left and right. It is very large, with dragon carvings and paintings, and the decoration is also very exquisite.

The only drawback is that, except for the central courtyard which is still cleaned, the east and west courtyards are overgrown with weeds, like an abandoned house.

Old Man Fu is an optimistic person. He introduced with a smile:

"Back then, we had more than 200 servants in our house, and it was a busy place. Now, in the new society, hiring workers is not allowed, and the original servants have been sent back to their hometowns. We can't keep the house clean by ourselves."

At this time, Lin Sanqi really wanted to say, since your family doesn't want to live there, can you sell me the cross-yard house?
Later, he forced himself to hold back. Mr. Fu’s main courtyard and the cross-courtyard are connected. In a few years, they will definitely be unified, such as becoming a government agency or a school.

Even if Mr. Fu is willing to sell one of the courtyards now, it is estimated that they will be confiscated together, and the investment will be wasted.

The two of them walked through the screen wall in the front yard and came to the main house, which still had green glazed tiles on the roof. The living room in the main house was very large, with two rooms on each side.

Lin Sanqi couldn't help but sigh that these ancient wealthy families were truly luxurious and could not be compared to the Xiguan mansions in Huadu at all.

The living room was large but empty, and it was extremely cold because there was no heating equipment. Lin Sanqi was led into Mr. Fu's study.

"Brother Lin, come and have a cup of hot water. This is my warm room. The walls are warm. Now we can't get coal, so we have to use the stove to keep warm. Please make do with it."

Lin Sanqi looked at the room full of calligraphy and paintings in the study and sighed again:
"My old man, you are in a very elegant mood."

Mr. Fu laughed and said proudly:
"There are many paintings and calligraphy by famous artists, and some are treasures of our ancestors. Look at this picture of a standing horse, it was painted by Emperor Xianfeng himself. Of course, there are some that I drew myself, but if they are not well drawn, people will laugh at me."

"You call this a bad painting? This calligraphy and painting will be a real antique in a few decades, and thousands of people will be scrambling to collect it."

"Hahaha, no way..."

Lin Sanqi looked around and found that there were many antiques in the study alone. Those that could appear in the prince's house must not be ordinary items. If he could get them, he would definitely make a fortune.

But then I thought it was a pity that this was a pseudo-medical novel and not about antiques. If it was an antique novel, the protagonist would have made a fortune.

However, these antiques, calligraphy and paintings will probably not belong to the old man in the future. The two chatted for a while, and Lin Sanqi was ready to leave.

There was a large group of uncles and aunts in the hospital waiting for him to come and give them gifts, so he had to run from house to house and was very busy.

"Old man, I'll leave first. I'll come to see you next time."

"Yes, you have to go. Stay and have dinner before you go."

Old Man Fu had obviously been lonely for a long time. It was rare for him to have someone to talk to, and he was particularly reluctant to let Lin Sanqi leave.

"What are you going to eat? If you go to someone's house to eat these days, you'll be scolded for not knowing etiquette. Haha, just kidding. If you have any difficulties in the future, come to the Chinese medicine hospital to find me. I will definitely help you if I can."

Mr. Fu became familiar with Lin Sanqi and also knew where the other party worked. Neither side concealed anything anymore.

"Oh, right, wait a minute, little brother Lin. Last time, you told me to get rid of some of the family property. Then I thought about it and realized that having too many houses is not a good thing."

Lin Sanqi was a little confused, but Mr. Fu took out two documents from the drawer:
"This is the land deed, and the other is the house deed. This is my family's house in East Mianhua Hutong. It has only two courtyards. It was used by my father to raise children. Don't despise it. You gave me cotton to survive the winter, and I gave you a house in Mianhua Hutong to live in. This is also a good story, haha."

Lin Sanqi was confused, thinking to himself, is this a pie falling from the sky?

Were the local tycoons in the previous dynasty so generous? They gave away a house as soon as they made a move? And it was in Dongmianhua Hutong.

Of course Lin Sanqi knew Dongmianhua Hutong. Isn't the Central Academy of Drama located there? It is a place full of beautiful women and luxury cars on weekends. It is definitely the city center and later became the famous Nanluoguxiang area.

It is just across a main road from Kuanjie Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"Old man, you are not confused, are you? You just want to give this house away? At least you should name a price. I will buy it. How can I accept it if you give it to me?"

There are a lot of such news on TV, where an elderly person gives a property to a nanny or a fruit beach owner without the family's consent, and then the children or relatives sue you to get the house back, which is very annoying.

Old Man Fu just chuckled and said with a sad face:
"Don't worry, my family has plenty of houses, and I'm not just giving them to you. I've given away all the other outer houses, and I'll even give away this Prince's Mansion if there's a chance. I'll listen to you and not keep any of them. We've lost our backers, and those who stay will only bring trouble.

Brother Lin, we are brothers and we are not talking nonsense. I know you are a capable person and have a legitimate job. This house is given to you. You can keep it and it won’t be given away to others. In addition, I have a favor to ask of you.”

Seeing that the old man was serious, Lin Sanqi also became serious:
"You say!"

"It's not a big deal, actually. I just want you to give me a meal and lend me some clothes. You are a man who values ​​friendship, so just think of it as an investment from me, your elder brother."

"Not really, not really. Your hands are not stained with the blood of the people. As long as you sacrifice your wealth, you will definitely be safe in the future."

Old Man Fu smiled bitterly:
"Brother Lin, look at what book is on that wall? The Twenty-Four Histories are all about cannibalism. When the Qin Dynasty fell, how many members of the First Emperor's family survived? When the Han Dynasty fell, even the young emperor was killed. How many members of the royal family could escape?

Not to mention the Tang Dynasty, where members of the royal family were killed one after another by their own people, and were finally wiped out by Huang Chao; the Song Dynasty was even worse, after the country was destroyed, all members of the royal family were arrested, killed, and humiliated, and even the imperial tombs were dug up, leaving no remains.

Not to mention the distant past, let's just say that among the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, many died in the peasant army after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, but in fact, most of them were killed by our Qing Dynasty to eliminate future troubles. The third prince Zhu hid among the people until he was 75 years old, and was found by Emperor Kangxi and chopped to death.

Look at me, what's my last name? Aixinjueluo. My hands are clean, but my ancestors are not. They are stained with the blood of the Han people. Now that the Qing Dynasty has fallen, the preferential treatment for the royal family has also been abolished. I am also afraid..."

Lin Sanqi scratched his head, thinking, what should I do? It seems only natural that descendants should pay off their ancestors' debts.

But comfort is still needed:

"Don't worry, old man. We are in a new society now. In a new society, people are arrested based on evidence. You are just an idle prince who walks around with his birds and dogs. You won't do that."

Mr. Fu sighed heavily: "I hope so. Anyway, I always have a bad feeling."

Lin Sanqi said cautiously: "Have you ever thought about selling your property and taking your family overseas? Or even closer to Hong Kong."

Mr. Fu glared:
"No, I'm a Chinese. What's the big deal about me being a second-class person in a foreign country? I'm an old man now. I want to be buried in my own ancestral tomb, with my father and mother. I won't go anywhere else."

Well, the old man is quite stubborn, so there’s nothing we can do.

"Okay, old man, don't worry, I will never let you go hungry as long as I have something to eat. This is my promise to you!" (End of this chapter)