A doctor who travels through two eras

In this era when the per capita income is only 400 yuan, 20 yuan in cash is definitely not a small sum.

Lin Sanqi scratched his head and sang a high-pitched tune:
"That's right. After all, our people's hospital serves the people, not the pursuit of profit. It's not like the capitalist hospitals abroad, or those private clinics before liberation, which only care about money."

Dean Shen laughed out loud and said, "You little brat, you've scolded your father as well."

Lin Sanqi said in a fake tone:
"Yes, I heard that when my father treated patients, patients used small yellow croakers as consultation fees. Sometimes, in order to save some wealthy businessmen and officials, the silver dollars were given in boxes. That's why my family can live in a small Western-style building and drive a car. This was all obtained by exploiting the working people."

Dean Shen suddenly slapped Lin Sanqi on the head:
"You idiot, where did you hear all this nonsense? Your father only charges the rich. He only charges the poor for the cost, sometimes not a penny. He makes money with his medical skills, what's wrong with that?
How could he raise a person like you who can't tell right from wrong and has a ruthless heart? You even hate your own father? Are you going to report your father and betray him one day? Do you believe I will kick you to death! "

Lin Sanqi stepped aside and retorted:
"Hey, Comrade Shen Guoming, your idea is wrong. Comrade Lao Ma's "On Wealth" says that the property of capitalists and landlords actually comes from the surplus labor value of the working people. Therefore, we must oppose exploitation, we must ensure equality for all, and we must have communism..."

Dean Shen looked at Lin Sanqi with contempt and cursed:
"Comrade Lao Ma, are you teaching young people to not know right from wrong, disregard ethics, and disregard family affection? We are Chinese first, the descendants of Yan and Huang. Confucius taught us that a father should conceal his son's secrets, a son should conceal his father's secrets, and relatives should conceal their secrets.
This means that between father and son, husband and wife, and brothers, if there is a crime, they should conceal it from each other, even if they do not report or testify against each other. No one can force you to protect your relatives, conceal it, not report or make false accusations.

If someone asks you, your father and son, to report each other, your husband and wife to denounce each other, or your brothers to fight each other, do you think it is normal? Is this something a human being can do? Wouldn’t the society be in chaos? A society without humanity is a cannibalistic society! "

The old man was so excited that he ran up and kicked Lin Sanqi a few more times in anger.

The Chinese medicine hospital staff working in the farmland looked over here in surprise and began to whisper to each other.

Pan Ye also saw her boyfriend being kicked in the butt by the dean from a distance. She was about to run over to "stop the fight" but was stopped by old man Shi Jinmo:

"No need to go over there, they are just joking around, didn't you see Lin Sanqi smiling frivolously?"

Pan Ye took a look and realized it was true: "Hey, this guy, I don't know how he made Dean Shen unhappy again, he is really a troublesome guy."

After hearing what Dean Shen said, Lin Sanqi could already imagine the old man's tragic fate in the future, so he shamelessly joked:
"Comrade Shen Guoming, you are such an upright and lovely old man. If you have the chance in the future, come with me and I will open a Chinese medicine hospital for you in Hong Kong, and you will continue to be the dean."

Dean Shen rolled his eyes and said, "I'm giving up my position as the Dean of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to be the Dean of a small clinic for you? Am I sick or are you sick?"

Lin Sanqi suddenly burst into laughter: "Yeah, they are all fucking sick. They don't want to live a good life and just like to make trouble!"

In the distance, Vice President Ji was stamping his feet anxiously:

"Hey, are you two done yet? We're still waiting for a meeting here, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night. Are you two still in the mood to joke around?"

Dean Shen glared at Lin Sanqi and quickened his pace to run towards the center of the field.

"Sorry, sorry, the director of the Digital Hospital just came over. These people are..."

Vice President Ji quickly introduced:
"These people are all neighbors of our Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm. This one is Village Chief Li from Taiping Village, this one is Village Chief Huang from Wanlu Village to the south, and this one is Village Chief Qian from Huyu Village to the east. I invited them to serve as our advisors."

Dean Shen shook hands enthusiastically with several village heads, and then asked anxiously:

"Village leaders, what do you think? What kind of crops are suitable for our farm to produce the highest yield? Is it too late to plant spring wheat now?"

For southerners like Dean Shen, the staple food is flour or rice, and the rest are coarse grains.

Several old village heads are good at farming. They are also local people of Ming Tombs and are more familiar with the local soil conditions and climate environment. This advantage is unmatched even by the experts from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

So I was invited by Vice President Ji to be an advisor. It happened that President Shen came today, so we had a meeting together.

Village Chief Li shook his head when he heard Dean Shen's question:
"Spring wheat can be grown in the north, but it's hard to grow in the Ming Tombs, especially the land of your hospital. You see, the soil is only 20 centimeters thick on average, and it's not fertile enough.

The best soil for growing spring wheat is Luxian soil or arid birch forest soil. The soil must be fertile, well-drained, and more than 40 centimeters thick. There should not be continuous drought or excessive rainfall. The requirements are very high.

This year, not to mention the lack of soil fertility, but also the weather. There was no snow in the winter, and there was no spring rain. I'm afraid this year will be another disaster year, and it will be difficult to grow wheat. It will be unsuccessful."

Everyone looked up at the sky. It was so blue and beautiful that people couldn't help shaking their heads.

Now people all over the country are looking forward to thick clouds and rain. They have had enough of the blue sky.

When Dean Shen heard that wheat could not be planted, he felt hopeful but disappointed, so he asked anxiously:
"What if we can't grow wheat? What other crops will yield the highest yield?"

Wanlu Village Chief Huang smiled:
"Dean Shen, although the Ming Tombs are royal gardens and auspicious places, the soil quality is actually very average. The most productive crop is corn. In previous years, one acre of land could yield 150 to 180 kilograms, but last year, one acre of land only yielded 70 kilograms on average."

Lin Sanqi narrowed his eyes:
"That's not right. I remember that the situation in the country was very good a few years ago, and the per-acre yield had exceeded the average level of developed countries. How come it was only 70 kilograms in the Ming Tombs? Did you conceal the output in order to pay less public grain?"

Dean Shen raised his foot and kicked Lin Sanqi on the butt: "Get out!"

Lin Sanqi staggered after being kicked, and said aggrievedly: "Dean, I didn't say that."

Dean Shen raised his foot and threatened, "You say that again? How come you are such a good young man, but you have such a big mouth?"

The three old village chiefs were also at a loss whether to laugh or cry:
"Chief Lin, we are all honest people. We will report as much as the country deserves. We will never conceal or underreport!"

One acre of field can only yield 70 kilograms of corn. As a time traveler, Lin Sanqi just couldn't believe it.

Not to mention 70 kilograms per mu, even 170 kilograms is still too little. How many people can it feed?

He looked up information on the computer and found that the average corn yield per mu in the Peking area should be around 2023 to 500 kilograms in 800.

If we go a little further south, for example, in the Huanghuaihai region, the land is fertile and the corn yield is generally around 1000 kilograms per mu, which is equivalent to one ton.

The highest record for corn is in the United States, a variety of NCYC company, with an average yield of 2641 kilograms per acre.

As a result, the corn yield in Shisanling Town is only 70 kilograms per mu. This number not only makes Lin Sanqi frown, but also makes Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji fall into great shock. Because this yield will seriously disrupt the follow-up plan of the Chinese Medicine Hospital Farm.

The farm of the Chinese Medicine Hospital now covers 2000 acres of land, half of which is mountainous land and half is arable land. If the yield per acre is only 70 kilograms, even if all 1000 acres of land are planted, only kilograms of corn can be harvested.

It sounds like a lot, but it's shocking when you convert it to 35 tons.

By then, let alone grinding the corn cobs into powder, even if the corn stalks, corn leaves, and corn roots were all ground into powder, the output would not exceed 100 tons at most.

This is not even as much as Lin Sanqi's black market transaction, where he would easily sell 200 tons.

Dean Shen couldn't accept it and asked anxiously:
"Why is the yield so low? I need 3-4 kilograms of seeds for one acre of land. If the yield is only this low, this farm will not be able to solve the food supply problem for our unit."

Chief Qian of Huyu Village smiled innocently and explained slowly:

"The yield is low because of the bad weather. Without rain, there is no water. Even the Ming Tombs Reservoir is almost dry. How can crops grow well? If the weather is good, how can we not even have enough food to eat?"

These words silenced everyone.

Yes, if there hadn’t been this natural disaster, why would these intellectuals from the Chinese Medicine Hospital who hold pens have to run to Changping to hold hoes?
There is a data that the grain output in 1960 was more than 1957% less than that in 26, which was a significant decline, while the population was still growing rapidly.

In addition, there was a polar bear who took advantage of the lion's high demand and added insult to injury. As a result, the food shortage became very huge.

Village Chief Li also said:
"You workers still have wages and food coupons to receive. The state gives priority to you, the working class. But what about us farmers? After paying the public grain tax, the remaining food is not enough to eat. If you don't believe me, just look at the people digging wild vegetables on this mountain."

Lin Sanqi then put his hands over his eyes and looked into the distance. Sure enough, there was a faint figure swaying on the distant mountain, so he quickly reminded:

"President Shen, quickly find someone to tell the villagers not to dig up all the wild vegetables on the mountain land belonging to our farm. Oh, is that person peeling our tree bark?"

Several village heads felt a little embarrassed after hearing this, and Lin Sanqi was glared at by Dean Shen again.

Village Chief Huang saw this scene and sighed heavily:

"Leaders, please don't chase our villagers away. They are really hungry. Now is the lean season. If they don't even have wild vegetables to eat, the people won't be able to survive."

Dean Shen and Vice Dean Ji repeatedly comforted him:

"It's okay, it's okay. Just go ahead and dig. No matter how difficult it is for us, we won't have to compete with the villagers for wild vegetables."

The main reason why the two directors felt confident was that there was so much food in the warehouse. If there was no food, if the villagers dared to come to the farm of the Chinese medicine hospital to dig wild vegetables, they would be chased all over the mountain by the security department.

Vice President Ji also humbly asked for advice: "Brothers, you are all experts in farming, do you have any way to increase the yield?"

The three old village chiefs shook their heads at the same time:
Village Chief Li said: "There is nothing we can do. Even if there is sufficient water, the yield of corn per mu of land is only about 150 kilograms. This number has been the same for generations."

Lin Sanqi thought that the output was no different from that in the Qing Dynasty. It seemed that modern agricultural technology had not yet been widely promoted.

Chief Qian of Huyu Village suddenly remembered:
"I've read in the newspapers that there's a new type of fertilizer now. It's said that the yield can be increased several times after using it. The newspapers say that the yields of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of kilograms per mu are all due to the fertilizer."

"fertilizer?"

Dean Shen's eyes lit up when he heard this. "I've heard of this too. I'll go ask around."

Vice President Ji poured cold water on it:
"Don't ask. I've already asked the supply and marketing cooperative. Fertilizers are key state-controlled materials. They are ridiculously expensive. Moreover, there is no market for them. You can't buy them even if you have money. We have this little money left in the hospital. We might as well buy ginseng."

Dean Shen blinked, and when he heard the emphasis on the word "ginseng", he looked at Lin Sanqi thoughtfully...

Huang, the village chief of Wanlu Village, also actively offered suggestions at this time:

"If there is no chemical fertilizer, you can use the advantages of your city units. For example, you can buy all the septic tanks in your hospital or the surrounding residential areas, and then transport them to the farm. This is natural fertilizer, precious, we can't even get it if we want it."

Lin Sanqi looked over with a stupid but clear look in his eyes: "Are you talking about shit and urine? Is this thing a treasure?"

Village Chief Huang felt in his pocket, took out a small clip, and pulled out a piece of paper:

"Head Lin, let me show you this. This is a manure ticket. With this ticket, our Wanlu Village can go to Changping City to haul manure. Without this ticket, manure trucks are not allowed to enter the city. For this manure ticket, I gave several kilograms of corn."

Lin Sanqi took it and looked at it. The piece of paper was about the same size as a grain ticket, with the words "Fen Ticket" written in large letters on it, and a few rows of smaller words next to it:

"Five loads per ticket", "Manure should be collected monthly, otherwise it will be invalid", "Bring the ticket when collecting manure, otherwise it will be invalid if you tear it up".

Lin Sanqi thought that there were so many strange things in this world. Even defecation required a ticket and had to be robbed?
Vice President Ji smacked his lips and said worriedly:

"We have ways to get the manure, but it has to be transported from the city dozens of kilometers away. How many trucks are needed to transport the manure from this 1000-acre area? We can't even afford the gasoline alone."

There is a shortage of feces in the country now, let alone gasoline?

Haven’t you seen buses and trucks on the streets running on coal or firewood? It’s because of the shortage of gasoline, so the price is so expensive.

Dean Shen stopped him and said, "There's no rush for fertilizer. Xiao Qi, you..."

Lin Sanqi knew that this matter was related to the food problem of all the staff in the hospital, and he would definitely be the target of any shortage. (End of this chapter)