A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 226 The smell of wolf meat
Ten earthen stoves were built on the open space in front of the family building, and wolf meat was stewing in full swing.

The fragrant smell of meat filled the entire family compound, making countless people swallow their saliva desperately.

Lin Sanqi walked over and smelled it, then covered his nose. He thought that such a strong smell would make him feel sick. How could these people around him stare at the earthen stove with shining eyes and drool?

It has a strong smell. Firstly, wild wolf meat is smelly, and secondly, there is no seasoning to remove the fishy smell, not even cooking wine. How could it not be smelly?
Because it is cooked in a big pot, they just add water and salt, and then stew the wolf meat directly. It is not even braised because there is not enough soy sauce.

Just because Lin Sanqi felt sick doesn't mean others would feel sick too. Look, Dean Shen was happily holding a bowl, waiting for the meal to start.

After a while, the wolf meat was cooked, and everyone started to eat it. As the head of the unit, Dean Shen naturally got the first bowl of meat.

The tenderloin is the most tender part.

Dean Shen took the large bowl of wolf meat, and began to eat it with a smile, praising it as he ate:
"Wolf meat nourishes the five internal organs, protects against cold, warms the stomach, strengthens the body and fills the marrow. It is a good thing to nourish the body in winter. Xiaoqi, don't just stand there, eat it quickly."

Lin Sanqi also picked up the chopsticks, put them in his mouth and took a bite. He almost spit it out because the smell was too strong.

"Uncle Shen, this wolf meat is not as delicious as dog meat, and it is too tough to chew."

Dean Shen laughed and said, "You are not lucky enough to have such a good meal. If you don't eat it, I will. Just leave it there."

There were already 10 long lines lined up next to them, each holding a bowl and waiting for their share of the meat...

After eating the wolf meat, Dean Shen put down his bowl and chopsticks and said to Lin Sanqi:
"Come on, come with me into the city. I have something to tell you."

On the way back to Beijing, Dean Shen burped and leaned back in his seat comfortably:

"After all, your jeep is more comfortable. The cars we sold to capitalists back then were different. They are very stable and powerful."

Lin Sanqi thought, I'm going to tell you that I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to modify this car? I'll scare you to death if I tell you.

"Xiao Qi, I asked you to come along this time because of a few things. One is that the interns assigned from the Medical College have arrived at our hospital and are undergoing pre-job training. Your partner is also here. Should he stay at the main hospital or go with you to the branch hospital?"

Lin Sanqi's mind flashed back to Mao Xiaotong's appearance, and he smiled awkwardly:

"Well, I've already made an agreement with her. I'm going to send Pan Ye to the Changping branch. After all, there are 12 old national treasures there. They are the leaders of Chinese medicine in China. It will be right to learn Chinese medicine from them."

Dean Shen nodded: "You are a man of foresight. Okay, you can take your partner away later."

Lin Sanqi suddenly thought of something at this time:
"Uncle Shen, as for classmate Pan Ye's future work, will it be okay for him to work in our Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Dean Shen burst out laughing:
"I have observed that girl. She is a good girl who can live a good life. She is also pretty. I agree to this marriage. As for her job assignment, I will take care of it."

Lin Sanqi was delighted, "Thank you, Uncle Shen. If you need me any help in the future, just let me know. Hehehe."

"I really have something for you to do right away. You have to find a way to get some food first. I called the National Peking Opera Company this morning and asked them to come to Changping to perform. The other party asked us to provide a batch of food as performance expenses."

Lin Sanqi curled his lips after hearing this:

"How dare these people's artists ask for food? I've heard that the four great actors like Mei Lanfang earn more than 2000 yuan a month in salary.

14 Peking Opera actors such as Ma Lianliang, Tan Fuying, Zhang Junqiu, Qiu Shengrong, Zhao Yanxia, ​​etc. were rated as first-class arts and literature, and their monthly salary was more than 1000 yuan.

Look at me. I have been promoted now, but my monthly salary is only 60 yuan, and only two-thirds of it is paid. We medical workers only get this little money, and you still want us to give them food?

Isn't this troupe too greedy? They won't perform for the people if there's no food? They won't serve the people if there's no benefit?"

Dean Shen rolled his eyes at Lin Sanqi:
"Oh, you have a lot of complaints? Artists don't eat? I tell you, you can just say some things in front of me, but you must watch your mouth when you are outside. Be careful of what you say."

Lin Sanqi stuck out his tongue and said, "I know, I know. Everyone in the hospital knows that you are my godfather. How can a godson be afraid of his godfather complaining to him?"

Dean Shen also laughed when he heard this. It was obvious that he had also heard of this rumor, but he had already acquiesced to it.

"By the way, Uncle Shen, how much food do you need this time?"

Dean Shen already had a draft in mind:
"Can you get 10 tons first? The ordinary staff of Peking Opera get 10 kilograms of food subsidy a day, and the famous actors need 50 kilograms. If there are three performances in a row, the total amount must be 2 to 3000 kilograms."

Lin Sanqi sighed and thought to himself, no wonder everyone wants to be an actor. Although this profession was once considered low-class, it really makes money, far more than traditional Chinese medicine.

There are so many beautiful prostitutes in the Eight Great Hutongs, but they might as well go out to sing operas. Prostitutes have such a hard life. After liberation, they had to undergo labor reform. Look at these artists, they asked for 50 kilograms of food. "Most of the remaining food will be given to the Changping branch, and a small part will be kept in the canteen of the main hospital. I'll tell you the truth, the collective grain allocated to our unit by the state has been reduced again this year. If this continues, our canteen will not be able to survive even if we eat wild vegetable porridge."

"Is it so serious?" Lin Sanqi almost slammed on the brakes.

Dean Shen looked serious and continued:
"I think the situation will only get worse in the future. I heard that some units have already stopped running collective canteens because there is no collective food quota. Employees can only bring their own food. As for whether employees can bring food, it doesn't matter."

During this period, almost all units had canteens, even small factories on the streets had canteens.

As long as the employees provide a small amount of food coupons and cash, they can buy a meal, and the value of the meal far exceeds the value of the food coupons, which is equivalent to a disguised welfare.

If this part of the benefit is cancelled now, the food supply contradiction of workers' families will become more prominent.

Lin Sanqi thought for a moment and asked:
"Uncle Shen, what kind of food do you think can be provided to feed people without attracting too much attention?"

"Hey, you can also pick food?"

Dean Shen's evaluation of Lin Sanqi has risen to a higher level. Nowadays, there are people who can get any kind of food you want. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a god.

"It's better to use coarse grains. If all you get is snow-white rice and flour, it will arouse hatred. If the higher authorities or brother units find out, I'm afraid there will be a fight to the death.

So you just need to find a way to get some cornmeal, sweet potatoes, sorghum rice, etc. The price of coarse grains is cheaper, so you can get more. I will give you 20 yuan of wild ginseng. Even if you want to make a profit from the difference, you can't be too ruthless. You must always consider the interests of the collective and the people."

"Yes, yes, Uncle Shen, don't worry. I will definitely charge a lot for external sales, but for our own company, I will definitely buy and sell at cost price."

In fact, what Lin Sanqi was thinking was that if you wanted flour and rice, it would be easy, just go to the wholesale market.

But you want cornmeal, where can you get it?
Cornmeal is not pure corn flour, it has to be powder ground together with the core. I'm afraid that pigs in Huadu area won't eat this.

"Xiao Qi, there is one more thing."

Dean Shen patted the wooden box in his arms and said seriously:

"Only you and I know the complete version of these secret recipes. Even Vice President Ji didn't remember the details. I allow you to take pictures on the condition that you cannot use these secret recipes to make a profit. Don't set up a private factory. This is a big taboo, don't you understand?"

Lin Sanqi nodded repeatedly: "Uncle Shen, don't worry, I promise I will never use the secret recipe to start a factory. I don't have the means to do so."

He felt a little guilty when he said this...

"Hehe, others may not have the means, but you may not. You are too evil. And there is one more thing. You must remember these four secrets firmly in your mind. Never reveal them to foreigners, and you must not use these secrets to exchange money with foreigners. Do you understand?"

Lin Sanqi assured again: "I understand, I understand. Don't worry. My father is also an old Chinese medicine practitioner. I naturally understand the importance of secret recipes to Chinese medicine."

In fact, Lin Sanqi was complaining in his heart at this time.

From Shi Jinmo and his generation to Dean Shen's generation, everyone regards the secret recipe as the most precious of treasures. They would rather take it into the coffin when they die than reveal it to outsiders. They value it more than their own lives.

But 20 years later, there was a group of prodigal sons who sold almost all the secret recipes that could be sold in the country to Japan and South Korea.

Among them, there are more than 2000 kinds of Chinese herbal medicines put on the market in Japan alone, and all of these Chinese herbal medicines (secret recipes) come from our country.

This also directly led to the fact that Japan and South Korea accounted for 90% of the market share of traditional Chinese medicine in the international market.

So it’s not that traditional Chinese medicine is ineffective, it’s that the profitable traditional Chinese medicine is in the hands of foreigners.

They have made a lot of money from Chinese medicine, so how can they allow Chinese traditional medicine to rise again and steal their business? Of course they want to find a way to destroy Chinese traditional medicine.

So think about it, while some idiots in China are still shouting against traditional Chinese medicine and calling for the abolition of Chinese medicine, Japan and South Korea are desperately researching their own secret recipes, and then working out a complete set of drug standards and exporting them to China.

They use our secret recipes and our raw materials (75% of Chinese herbal medicine raw materials are exported from my country), and then export them back to China to make money from us Chinese.

It has to be said that people in Japan and South Korea know how to make money.

At the same time, we have to say that some people in China who are against traditional Chinese medicine (not all) have very suspicious motives. They are probably paid to do things and have muddied the waters in the country.

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi suddenly had the impulse of a young man, that is, to restore the lost glory of traditional Chinese medicine in the country and to take back the dominance of traditional Chinese medicine from the mouths of Japan, South Korea and other countries!
Lin Sanqi felt that he was instantly enveloped in the aura of the Virgin Mary...

(End of this chapter)