A doctor who travels through two eras

The first batch of 100 tons of grain

To put it in perspective, one bag holds 100 kilograms, one ton is 20 bags, and 100 tons is 2000 bags.

(Here is a question. What was flour packed in in the 1950s and 1960s? There were no plastic bags or synthetic bags at that time. Cloth bags were impossible to use on a large scale because cloth was more precious than grain. Gunny bags would leak flour. And clay pots were impossible, right? I wonder if any kind-hearted readers can tell me.)
Although Lin Sanqi had prepared a forklift and a mobile belt conveyor, he was still exhausted in the end. It took him several days to transport the grain from modern society through the "channel space" to 1960.

When all the food was piled up in the warehouse at the railway station, Lin Sanqi lay on the pile of food for a long time, unable to catch his breath.

He thought that if he listened to his father and acted like a saint, how much food could he move even if he died of exhaustion? If he really needed to supply the country's 6.6 million people, even if he was willing to go bankrupt in 2023, there was no way to transport it.

He didn't have Chen Xia's portable hospital, nor Chen Qi's system space, where he could easily collect and put items with a wave of his hand, regardless of the quantity or size.

Seeing the food piled up like a mountain, Lin Sanqi felt a sense of accomplishment.

Originally, he planned to exchange the first batch of more than 400 ginsengs for 50 tons of coarse grains, but in the end, the amount of grain he brought doubled to 100 tons, which was considered to be worthy of his few consciences.

After resting for a long time, Lin Sanqi ran to the duty room of the railway station to borrow a phone and called the Chinese medicine hospital.

Dean Shen's mind is now full of food, and he is extremely anxious. He thinks that Lin Sanqi has been missing for several days and wonders whether he has bought food.

Now, not to mention that the Changping branch is starving for food, even the canteen of the main hospital in the city has run out of food and can no longer buy food from the grain company.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Dean Shen picked up the phone irritably:
"I'm Shen Guoming, who is this?"

"Uncle Shen, I'm Xiao Qi."

Dean Shen was delighted and quickly lowered his voice to ask, "How is it going? Did you buy the food?"

Lin Sanqi glanced at the train station staff next to him, and then whispered in a secret signal:

"The mission has been completed, bring people here quickly."

Dean Shen stood up immediately and shouted excitedly, "Okay, okay, I'll be there soon. You must guard the warehouse well."

In less than half an hour, Director Shen arrived at Fengtai Railway Station with 16 security guards. All the security guards were wearing armed belts and holding long rifles in their hands, as if they were going to war.

Before the truck came to a complete stop, Dean Shen jumped out of the truck and shouted to Zhang Jingang, the head of the security department:

"Zhang Jingang, surround the entire warehouse immediately and don't let even a fly in. Xiaoqi, haha, you're a great hero. Look how much thinner you've become in the past few days. You've worked so hard."

Lin Sanqi thought that anyone would lose weight if they moved 100 tons of grain. If it weren't for the hundreds of millions of RMB as spiritual support, he felt that he would not be able to hold on.

Dean Shen looked around and asked again in a low voice: "Xiao Qi, how much food did you get?"

Lin Sanqi stretched out a finger.

"One ton? Damn, that's all? What's the use of this?"

"Uncle Shen, be conservative, guess again."

"It can't be 10 tons, right? Oh, less than I thought, but it's not bad. It should be able to hold out for a while."

"Uncle Shen, Lu Xun told us that the more daring a person is, the more productive the land will be. Can't you have a little dream? What do you mean by only 10 tons? I'm going to bring back 100 tons of grain this time."

"100 tons???!!!"

Dean Shen screamed in shock, then suddenly covered his mouth tightly, because a few people wrapped in coats happened to pass by and looked over here in confusion.

Dean Shen grabbed Lin Sanqi with one hand, with amazing strength, and then said in a trembling voice:

"Open the warehouse door. I, I want to see it with my own eyes."

Lin Sanqi put his hand on the door handle and laughed, "Uncle Shen, are you ready for the quick-acting heart pills?"

With a loud bang, the door opened a crack, and Dean Shen flashed into the warehouse with an agile posture that was not suitable for his age. The next thing he saw was a mountain of grain.

Then he just stood there in a daze.

Lin Sanqi slipped into the warehouse and closed the door again. The fewer people who knew about the Chinese medicine hospital's food, the better. He was afraid that if he let it slip and other people found out, believe it or not, the food would be snatched away in a minute.

"Uncle Shen, each bag here contains 100 kilograms of grain, a total of 2000 bags. According to your instructions, all the grains are coarse grains, namely corn flour and millet flour."

Dean Shen really wanted to laugh out loud to show his excitement, and he quickly started to think about it in his mind.

There are 132 staff members in the branch, excluding 10 cadres. Cadres like Lin Sanqi are still treated according to the treatment of the main hospital, with both salary and food, but they do not receive the branch's food share.

The number of staff members in the branch who needed to receive food was 122. The original policy was to pay wages but not food, but it was later adjusted to an average of 25 kilograms of fine grain per person per month in consideration of the actual situation.

But if the employees have food, their families will go hungry, so the solution proposed by President Shen is to distribute coarse grains at a ratio of 1:4, so that each employee can get 100 kilograms of coarse grains per month.

With these 100 kilograms of coarse grains as a base, although the family may still not have enough to eat, no one will starve to death.

According to this distribution plan, the Changping branch alone needs 6 tons of coarse grains per month to maintain operations.

However, in order to solve the food problem for the employees' families, Dean Shen and Lin Sanqi's previous plan was to let the families go to the "Pharmacy Department" to make pills, and then the hospital would subsidize a certain amount of food every month.

Assuming that each family member needs half a pound of food per day, about 4 to 5 tons of food need to be prepared every month.

In other words, in order to keep more than 600 employees and their families in the Changping branch alive, 10 tons of food had to be prepared every month.

From the perspective of later generations, 10 tons of grain is nothing, just tens of thousands of yuan, but in the special period of 1960, it was a matter of life and death.

Even if we use the name of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, we cannot get food. All the grain reserves in the country over the years are in the hands of Big Brother.

Now that he has received 100 tons of grain, President Shen is completely relieved. At least life will be better this year.

As long as we wait until autumn when the farms have a harvest, perhaps the staff of the Chinese medicine hospital will be able to completely solve the food crisis.

"Xiao Qi, you have helped me a lot. On behalf of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and all the staff of the hospital, thank you."

Lin Sanqi waved his hand and continued to give this respectable old man some hope:
"Uncle Shen, don't worry. When the second batch of ginseng arrives, I will get you another 100 tons of food."

Dean Shen's face was smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"Okay, okay, haha. By the way, let me see the quality of this batch of grain. You can't fool me with moldy grains, or I'll beat you up."

Dean Shen seemed to have some demands, but in fact, he was willing to accept even moldy and lumpy old grains, as long as they wouldn't kill people.

He simply couldn't imagine where Lin Sanqi got so much food and how he got it back to the capital. The hardships in between must be known only to Lin Sanqi himself, and he couldn't let down such a meritorious official.

Lin Sanqi was upset when he heard this, thinking that his own father had deliberately added a large proportion of flour and pure corn flour to prevent the father and son from being struck by lightning, so how could he have used moldy and stale goods?
So he ran to the grain pile angrily, picked up a sack and opened it:

"Uncle Shen, please take a look. Although it is called coarse grain, it is not much different from fine grain. If you can get such good grain from other places, I will write the first character of my name in reverse order."

Dean Shen picked up the millet flour and found that it was not gray as he had imagined, but white. White means that the flour is the majority, which is definitely a good whole grain.

Dean Shen, who was worried, didn't care about getting his clothes dirty. He reached deep into the millet flour and grabbed a handful, and found that it was also whitish flour.

Not only is it white in color, it also has the fragrance of new grain, without any musty smell of stale grain.

At this time, Lin Sanqi opened another bag of corn flour.

"Uncle Shen, please check the quality of the corn flour again."

Corn flour should be a coarse grayish white color, but the corn flour in Lin Sanqi's hand was a relatively fine yellow color.

Dean Shen didn't care whether he was going to work or not. He just grabbed a handful of corn flour and put it in his mouth to taste:

"Well, good, good, the proportion of corn cobs is not high, this cornmeal is good, good, good!"

Dean Shen shouted excitedly while spewing corn flour from his mouth. His funny look made Lin Sanqi lose all his anger.

The old man is doing this for the collective, not for himself. What a respectable person he is.

"Uncle Shen, isn't it too dangerous to leave these grains at the train station? If we come to transport grains in the future and are seen by someone with ulterior motives, they might be stolen."

Dean Shen agreed with that thought. Food is life and it must be in our own hands.

"You're right. The longer the night, the more trouble we have. So, go make a phone call now and ask the hospital to send someone over right away. Oh, and borrow a few trucks so we can transport the goods all at once."

That evening, President Shen, Chief Quan of the Logistics Department, Chief Zhang of the Security Department, Lin Sanqi, and 20 fully armed security guards began to prepare to transport all the food back to the warehouse of the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

This made Lin Sanqi exhausted again. A billionaire of the new era became a glorious loader in the prosperous era.

Lin Sanqi wanted to be lazy and pretended to be directing the security guards to load the truck. However, when he turned around and saw the old dean, who was sweating profusely and staggering forward with bags weighing hundreds of kilograms on his back, he could only wail and turn back to the warehouse to continue carrying food.

The Chinese medicine hospital thought they had done a perfect job. After all, they didn't even call on ordinary employees. It was only the hospital leaders and the security department who moved the grain together.

But in another warehouse, a few people were clinging to the ladders, looking out the window at the busy warehouse of the Chinese Medicine Hospital... (End of this chapter)