A doctor who travels through two eras

A week later, Lin Sanqi, who claimed to make contributions to the country's coal industry, showed up in Zaduo, Yushu, unnoticed, under the pretext of asking for leave to look for information.

The temperature in Yushu in November was below zero, a little colder than Beijing. The snow-capped mountains in the distance were particularly beautiful under the sunlight, causing Lin Sanqi to stop the car and take pictures along the way.

This is also the last chance to enter Zang this year. If there is heavy snow a few days later and the mountain is blocked, it will be difficult to enter and exit again.

So Lin Sanqi couldn't wait to come.

After taking a train for 5 days and 4 nights and driving for 2 days, when the dusty Lin Sanqi appeared in Zaduo, where he had been last year, he found that the river beach next to the county town was densely packed with herdsmen's tents.

Because they had called in advance, Deputy County Chief Huang of Zaduo, Village Chief Kalon Wangdui and Lin Sanqi's appointed agent, the young man Nima Cilun, were all waiting early.

Lin Sanqi had long since replaced the off-road vehicle with a large truck, which was covered with a awning and filled with supplies.

As soon as he jumped off the truck, a group of people surrounded him. Deputy County Chief Huang was particularly enthusiastic:

"Ah, Comrade Wang, I have been looking forward to seeing you for so long that you finally come."

Lin Sanqi held Deputy County Chief Huang's hand and said embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We're really busy at work. I've been on a business trip to Hong Kong and Shanghai for the past few days. I rushed to Qinghai right after returning to Peking because I was afraid you'd be waiting anxiously."

Everyone present gasped. This was the capital, Shanghai, and Hong Kong, but the people here had only been to Lasa and Xi Ning. What a gap there was between people.

So he became more respectful to Lin Sanqi.

The old village chief Kalon Wangdui also smiled flatteringly and said:

"Comrade Wang, we are really anxious. You are several months behind schedule as agreed last year. We thought you were not going to buy cordyceps anymore. We even wrote several letters to the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine to inquire about your situation."

Lin Sanqi thought it was okay. Although he didn't see the letter, it must have been destroyed secretly with the help of Dean Shen.

My visit to Qinghai was kept semi-secret because I didn’t want to cause trouble. After all, this place is a sensitive area both now and decades later.

Of course, no one knows whether anyone followed him after he got on the train, but one thing is certain, after getting off the train, he drove his Land Cruiser in the dark and continued on his way non-stop. With the speed of a modern off-road vehicle, no one could catch up with him.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau covers millions of square kilometers and is almost in a primitive state. It is extremely difficult to find a person there.

"Uncle Kalon, I am here now, and I promise you that I will stick to last year's terms. If you can exchange one pound of Cordyceps for one yuan, or one pound of sugar, one pound of tea, or one pound of salt, you can also exchange them with me for iron pots, enamel washbasins, towels, and fabrics. I will never let the minority brothers suffer any loss."

County Magistrate Huang and Village Chief Kalon Wangdui were delighted when they heard this:

"It's no loss, it's no loss. We got the advantage. You are truly a noble gift from a great man to us."

Last year, the exchange price of Lin Sanqi had caused a great stir in the Zang area. The Zang people have been doing business with the Han people since Tubo, and it has always been the Han people who exchanged small amounts of goods for large amounts of goods from the Zang people.

The Zang people also feel aggrieved, but they have to endure being exploited by mainland merchants. Who can blame them for not being able to produce themselves?

It is nothing like it is now, where the wild insects that the Zang people use to feed their pigs and sheep are exchanged for the extremely precious sugar, salt and light industrial products of the Zang area. These are things that the Zang area cannot produce, but are necessities of life, so they are particularly precious.

This is definitely the first time in thousands of years.

Lin Sanqi also indirectly made his own contribution to the unity and friendship between the two ethnic groups.

Last year, the news did not have time to spread. But this year, after the news spread, the Qingzang Plateau was immediately swept by a craze for searching for cordyceps. Every day, at least hundreds of thousands of herdsmen were looking for cordyceps.

The herders do not need to ask for leave from the factory to look for Cordyceps. They are jobless and free. Herding is their main business, and Cordyceps is their side income. They are very happy to earn it.

Lin Sanqi saw the Tibetan boy Nima Cilun behind him, so he walked over and patted him on the shoulder:

"Nima, long time no see, have you grown taller again? Haha."

Nima Cilun was a little embarrassed:
"Brother Lin, I'm sorry. I didn't expect so many people to come to sell Cordyceps this year, so the final organizational work can only be handed over to the county. I can't do it alone. I'm sorry, sorry."

When Lin Sanqi left last year, he specially arranged for Nima Cilun to be his agent to help with the procurement of Cordyceps.

But because there were too many herders, at least tens of thousands, organizing the purchase was obviously not something a young man could do. Fortunately, the county had tasted the sweetness last year and knew that Dr. Lin from the capital would not let the county suffer, so he took the initiative to take over the organization work.

Lin Sanqi saw the densely packed tents by the river outside the city. In fact, the county organized those herdsmen who sold Cordyceps to be settled in one place in an orderly manner and managed in a unified manner.

If the herdsmen had dispersed and defecate and urinate everywhere like the Indians did, Zaduo City would have probably become an open-air toilet long ago.

Lin Sanqi had a good impression of this young Zang guy, so he comforted him:

"It doesn't matter who organizes it. I will still borrow your house for the transaction this year. I will still need to trouble you and your grandfather to help maintain order."

Upon hearing this, Deputy County Magistrate Huang quickly took credit for it:

"Comrade Wang, don't worry. Our county is well prepared this time. The staff of our supply and marketing cooperative, the teachers of the school, and the doctors of the hospital are all literate. They will serve as buyers this time. In addition, our county's public security officers and militia organizations will be armed to ensure the smooth completion of the transaction."

The village chief Kalon Wangdui also quickly showed off himself:
"Comrade Wang, don't worry. There are more than 200 villagers in our village who are taking care of your safety. You are absolutely safe. And you really liked our Tibetan pigs last year. We have prepared of them for you this time, as well as goats and yaks."

Lin Sanqi thought, who says only southerners are good at doing business? Look at these Tibetans, aren't they very good at promoting their products and increasing exports?

Smart and hardworking people should be rewarded, as they deserve.

"Village Chief Kalon Wangdui, I have taken all the 200 Tibetan pigs. As usual, I would like to trouble you to help me slaughter them. Also, as I asked you to do last year, have you managed to set up a big tent outside the county town?"

"It's done, it's done. Comrade Wang, look, it's over there."

Lin Sanqi looked up and found that there was indeed a big tent not far away, and next to the big tent was Nima Cilun’s house, which was also the place purchased last year.

"Okay, County Magistrate Huang, the county is thoughtful. I will never forget your help to our Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Also, Nima Cilun and Garun Wangdui, village chief, follow the old rules. Please help me."

The village chief, Kalon Wangdui, led his grandson and laughed until his eyes were invisible: "Okay, okay, we will listen to Comrade Wang in everything."

Whoever gives you milk is your mother. Since Lin Sanqi arrived last year, he has brought a large amount of supplies to the ethnic minority compatriots and also brought earth-shaking changes to the village where Kalon Wangdui lives.

So it is absolutely correct to say that Lin Sanqi is now the most distinguished guest in the whole Zhaduo.

This is the new society. If it were before liberation, at least two beautiful Tibetan girls would have been stuffed into his tent.

That night, Lin Sanqi brought truckloads of supplies to the big tent. The surrounding villagers and militiamen put up strong guards to prevent anyone from stealing the supplies.

When Lin Sanqi got up the next day, he could see that the outside of the village was crowded with herdsmen selling Cordyceps, and there was no end in sight.

"Wow~ There are so many people here. Nima Ci Lun, have you told them that I only want big Cordyceps, the bigger the better, not the small ones."

Nima Cilun nodded heavily:

"Brother Lin, I told them that we only collect Cordyceps sinensis, and I have also measured these herders in line one by one according to the standards you gave."

The village chief Kalon Wangdui was a little anxious: "Comrade Wang, our village..."

"Don't rush to sell, fellow villagers. Help me maintain order first. I will buy whatever Cordyceps your village has, no matter how big or small."

After hearing this, Kalon Wangdui chuckled and worked even harder.

"Everyone, line up. Don't cut in line. First check if the Cordyceps Talisman in your hand meets our purchase standards. Don't take out the small Cordyceps. Of course, the comrades from the capital have also given you a chance. The small Cordyceps will be collected last. We will see how much supplies are left by then."

A herdsman asked anxiously:

“Excuse me, is this year’s exchange rate the same as last year’s?”

"It's the same, guaranteed. One pound of this kind of Cordyceps can be exchanged for one pound of sugar, one pound of salt, a piece of tea cake, or one dollar. If the quantity is large, you can also exchange it for an iron pot, a towel, or a washbasin."

Some herders who came last year were dissatisfied: (End of this chapter)