A doctor who travels through two eras

Next to the runway of Daqing Airport, many cadres from the Oilfield Administration Bureau were already waiting. Since their superior's superior had arrived, of course everyone was mobilized.

Minister Zheng introduced the situation to the crowd that had gathered around him:
"Let me introduce you all. This is Comrade Lin Sanqi, the Vice Minister of Health. He is also a well-known 'God of Wealth' in the country. I invited him here today in the hope that he can help us. Please welcome him."

Even these oil cadres were very familiar with Lin Sanqi's famous name.

So everyone clapped enthusiastically, but unfortunately the gloves were too thick and their voices weren't loud enough, so they could only shout to create a lively atmosphere.

"Welcome, Minister Lin."

"No, it should be 'Welcome Lin the God of Wealth'."

hahaha~~~
The atmosphere was good. Lin Sanqi didn't mind being called the God of Wealth. After all, once his name as the God of Wealth was established, people would bring supplies to trade with him.

And what he ate was this smuggled meal that spanned two eras.

This isn't a matter of being low-key or not. His family is in Hong Kong now, and he can travel there anytime without any hesitation.

Lin Sanqi also clasped his hands and said:
"I saw it from the plane just now. It's Lunar New Year's Eve, and my comrades are still sticking to their posts on the front line. Their enthusiasm for their work moves me, but it also makes me feel ashamed. I want to learn from my comrades."

So, I brought 10 tons of chocolate on the plane for everyone. This is a good thing; it can provide enough heat in the cold weather and warm up our comrades who work outdoors.

In addition, I have prepared 10 of the latest model movie projectors for everyone to enrich the spiritual world of our comrades.

At the same time, with special permission from higher-ups, I also brought many copies of Hong Kong films for everyone; I hope you enjoy them.

In the 1960s, China produced very few films, and the same few movies were shown over and over again.

Films like "The Mighty Lions in the Blue Sky," "The Red Guards of Honghu Lake," and "Ode to the Qiang Flute" are almost all revolutionary-themed movies, which the general public has watched repeatedly until they are tired of them.

Of course, the Hong Kong movies that Lin Sanqi brought over were not chosen randomly.

He mainly chose period dramas, martial arts films, and opera films.

For example, Xia Meng starred in films such as "Dong Xiaowan" and "Welcoming Spring Flowers." Xia Meng was a leftist, and her films were recognized domestically.

Another point is that Lin Sanqi had previously seen the famous actress Lin Dai in "The Kingdom and the Beauty," which is a period drama and not a sensitive topic.

Modern dramas and fashion shows dared not bring these over. At that time, the propaganda in China portrayed the people of Hong Kong as living in dire straits, with everyone being a bonded laborer or slave.

If someone sees in a movie that Hong Kong's economy is highly developed, with skyscrapers and cars everywhere, then...

Sure enough, upon hearing that Lin Sanqi had brought many "foreign films," the oil cadres present were excited and cheered loudly.

Wu Yingbo, head of the Daqing Oilfield Administration Bureau, smiled and said:
"Thank you, Minister Lin, for your concern for our oil comrades. It's so cold out there. Please come and rest at our command post."

Lin Sanqi stamped his foot: "Let's go quickly, it's freezing!"

More than ten minutes later, the convoy drove into a huge yard, where machinery was piled up everywhere and construction vehicles were coming and going.

After Lin Sanqi got off the bus, he was surprised to find that the houses were extremely dilapidated. Apart from a two-story brick building, all the other houses were mud houses.

The ground wasn't paved; it was all mud. Luckily, it was winter. If it were the rainy season, you'd be constantly wading through mud.

Lin Sanqi clicked his tongue, looked at the rows of houses in the distance, and asked:

"Director Wu, have I gone to check on where the comrades are living?"

Lin Sanqi didn't know much about the oil workers in the 1950s and 60s. He only knew of one man, Wang Jinxi, and didn't know what their working and living conditions were like.

Of course, Wang Jinxi should be very happy. His descendants use crystal chandeliers worth tens of millions of yuan each, which shows that the oil system is already rich.

The materials Lin Sanqi had read were all about how the educated youth who went to the countryside in the Great Northern Wilderness lived a difficult life.

When Minister Zheng heard that Lin Sanqi wanted to understand the people's sentiments, he was secretly delighted and gave Director Wu a wink.

Director Wu was a little confused, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Minister Lin, our working and living conditions are alright. Thank you for your concern, leaders."

Enraged, Minister Zheng kicked Director Wu in the backside and, feigning righteous indignation, cursed:

"When Minister Lin asks you questions, answer truthfully and don't try to fabricate anything. Just admit the difficulties you're facing. What are you trying to prove?"

Upon hearing this, Director Wu instantly understood. The God of Wealth had descended to shower people with money; saying you had no difficulties was tantamount to pushing the God of Wealth away. So he immediately and urgently corrected him:
"Yes, yes, Minister Lin, it's all my fault for talking nonsense. This leader should apologize. Minister Lin, you don't know, our living conditions can't even be described as bad."

Look around here, it's all swamp. The fuel problem is difficult to solve. Without fuel, we can't keep warm. We can't just burn oil, the smoke is toxic.

Furthermore, our meals have become a major problem. The heavy physical labor combined with the cold weather requires a lot of food to replenish our energy, but the food supply is currently tight. Our oil workers are only given a monthly ration of 32 jin (16 catties), which is far from enough.

besides……"

Lin Sanqi quickly interrupted:
"Stop, stop, Director Wu, this is a problem that Minister Zheng should be solving for you. You know, it's New Year's Eve today, you should at least let the workers rest for a few days. There's no need for them to work day and night like this. They'll break down both physically and mentally."

Minister Zheng and Director Wu were both taken aback and didn't know how to respond.

Lin Sanqi couldn't hold back any longer. Of course, a fighting spirit is necessary, but it doesn't mean people should be treated like animals.

Director Wu panicked for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Minister Zheng, being a cunning old fox, patted him on the shoulder and shook his head slightly.

The reason he kept luring Lin Sanqi from the capital to come here, even skipping the New Year, was to show Lin Sanqi the real difficulties of the Daqing Oilfield.

Putting everything else aside, 10 tons of chocolate alone is no small sum; it's a windfall.

A group of people slowly walked to the dormitory area in the wind and snow.

Lin Sanqi walked closer and saw that they were all low shacks. Some of them looked like houses with roofs, but it was obvious that the roofs were made of mud.

Some houses were shaped like an archway, which Lin Sanqi found very strange.
"Director Wu, what's wrong with this building? It looks like a vegetable greenhouse."

Director Wu understood immediately, and then sighed and said:

"Minister Lin, you may not know this, but our Daqing Oilfield now has more than 5 employees, including workers, engineers, educated youth, and many soldiers."

But as you can see, even these mud houses can't be supplied in enough quantities right now. Right where I'm pointing, this mud house has to house 10 people, and it's almost impossible to turn over in bed at night.

What did the later comrades do when they had no houses? We came up with a makeshift solution: we bent bamboo into a semi-circle, covered it with reeds or dry grass, and then layered mud on top. That's how we quickly made a simple house.

Lin Sanqi wrapped his clothes tighter around himself and asked again:

"How cold is this house? How do you solve your heating problem?"

In Daqing, the winter temperature is around -20°C, and in extreme cold weather it can drop to -30°C.

Without a heater on this kind of weather, everyone would easily freeze into icicles the next day.

Director Wu smiled wryly:

"What else can we do for heating? Minister Lin, look, we all live in a row of dormitories and share a single flue. This saves fuel, but the heating effect isn't very good; it's just barely adequate."

But summer was terrible. Under the scorching sun, these mud houses became incredibly stuffy and hot inside, and you dared not open the doors or windows. The mosquitoes in this desolate region were as big as dragonflies, and could practically kill you.

After saying that, Director Wu casually opened the door of a mud house.

Lin Sanqi didn't dare to go in either. These days, leaders don't care about privacy. Even Lin Sanqi, a transmigrator, felt that workers should be respected and not be allowed to enter other people's bedrooms at will.

I glanced at it from the doorway and was immediately hit by a strong mixture of sweat and foot odor.

Lin Sanqi quickly took a step back, then blushed a little. His behavior in this era could be considered a serious offense; was he looking down on his fellow workers?

The group then went to the cafeteria area, which was already bustling with activity as it approached noon.

Director Wu followed behind the crowd and said to the cafeteria manager:
"These are leaders from the capital. You must serve them the worst dishes and cornbread. Remember that."

The cafeteria manager was dumbfounded and asked, not understanding:

"Director, did I hear that right? A higher-up leader is here. Shouldn't we treat him to the best food and drinks? Why are you asking me to bring out the worst ingredients?"

Director Wu glared at the other party and said unhappily:
"Are you stupid? If the leaders misunderstand that we're eating meat and fish every day, do you still want support?"

Remember, just steam those blackened cornbread buns, and whatever you do, don't put oil in the cabbage. Put all the meat and vegetables away. Listen to me.

The cafeteria manager glanced at Lin Sanqi chatting with someone in the distance and couldn't help but sigh:
"Old Wu's tenure as bureau chief is over..." (End of Chapter)