A doctor who travels through two eras

The demobilized soldiers recruited by Lin Sanqi from Guangdong and Guangxi were actually mainly from Guangxi.

Guangxi has a long history of producing excellent soldiers, such as the famous wolf soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, who defeated the Japanese pirates so badly that they were utterly terrified. It is no exaggeration to describe them as fearless and undaunted.

During the Republican era, the New Guangxi Clique, led by Li and Bai and with Li Pinxian, Liao Lei, and Xia Wei as its core members, occupied an important position in the history of the War of Resistance against Japan.

Therefore, Guangxi soldiers are easy to use, easy to fight, obedient, and brave, making them the most desirable source of soldiers for military commanders.

On the contrary, soldiers in wealthy areas are difficult to manage, are not good at fighting, and are prone to becoming spoiled soldiers.

As it turns out, there were no young master soldiers today, but there was a young master general.

On the way to Lalie Commune, Lin Sanqi struggled along the mountain path, leaning on a wooden stick, while talking to people in a huff.

When Wang Jin heard Lin Sanqi say that the Guangxi soldiers were formidable in battle, he smiled wryly:

"Boss, who are you saying isn't afraid of death? Back when we were fighting in Korea, we were terrified of being bombed by American planes and artillery. But then an incendiary bomb landed on you and you were roasted alive."

But there's no other way. For scholars from the Jiangnan region, their families are wealthy enough to afford education. In ancient times, they could take the imperial examinations, and in modern times, they can go to university or start a business. These are all opportunities to change their destiny.

But Guangxi is poor. Look, all along the way are mountains, with only a little land in the gullies. "Poor mountains and bad waters" is the perfect way to describe our place.

We had no grain, no local specialties, no money, and no academy. We were so poor that we didn't give them any chance at all.

Because of poverty, we were unable to attend school, and thus lost our greatest opportunity to change our destiny.

Also because of poverty, we didn't even have the capital to start a business, and coupled with the language barrier, no one wanted to hire us when we went out to work.

So for us young people, the only chance to change our fate is to join the army and go to war. There's food to eat when we're fighting, and even if the food in the army is terrible, at least no one will starve to death.

In ancient times, when we fought wars, our Guangxi wolf soldiers were charged by the head, with a fixed price of silver per head.

If we want to earn more silver, we have to kill more enemies. So, as soon as we enter the battlefield, the wolf soldiers howl as they charge at the enemy, because those are all ingots of silver.

Lin Sanqi laughed heartily upon hearing this:
"That's why I said the principle is the same. In ancient times, the more enemies you killed, the more money you received. The barefoot doctor program I'm promoting now is the same."

Barefoot doctors must be allowed to earn money; the more they do, the more they earn; the less they do, the less they earn. If you lie around all day and don't see any patients, you won't have any income.

Without needing to be urged by superiors or to receive any ideological education, barefoot doctors were naturally willing to work overtime every day to treat patients.

Wang Jin nodded in agreement.

"I don't understand the big principles, but I understand what you mean, boss: eating from the same pot will only create one lazy person after another."

In the past, when we farmed in the countryside, many people would just show up but not actually work. As long as you worked hard and had enough labor, you would get 10 work points.

Some people secretly sit in the cornfield, slacking off, chatting, and having affairs. They still only get 10 work points after work. Who would want to work then?
There wasn't enough food to begin with, and this has only made the grain yield even lower. It's not something that the efforts of one or two people in the village can accomplish.

Especially after we went to Hong Kong and saw the policies there, I felt that we should not continue to rely on the "iron rice bowl" system, but should instead distribute the land to the farmers.

When farmers have their own land, the hardworking ones will produce more grain, while the lazy ones will produce less. This will motivate farmers to work in the fields all day long and cherish their land as if it were their own child.

"Only with food can we have enough to eat, boss, don't you agree?"

Lin Sanqi nodded, glancing at the security chief with satisfaction:
"Old Wang, you're doing well. It seems your horizons and perspective have broadened considerably after these past few years in Hong Kong. It's a pity, though, that land redistribution you mentioned will take at least, how many more years?"

On a winter night in December 1978, 18 villagers from Xiaogang Village in Anhui Province, with the courage to be the first in the world, pressed their bright red fingerprints on a "secret contract" to divide the land among households.

It says:

“We will distribute the land to each household, and each household head will sign and stamp the agreement. If we are able to do this well, each household will guarantee to complete the annual grain tax and public grain tax, and will not ask the state for money or grain again. If we fail, we cadres will be willing to go to jail or beheaded, and all commune members will guarantee to raise our children to the age of eighteen.”

The group chatted as they walked, and by noon, Lin Sanqi was too tired to move and plopped down on a roadside rock.

"Wang Jin, how much longer?"

Wang Jin, carrying a large bag, said cheerfully, "Boss, almost there, it'll be there in about 3 more hours."

Lin Sanqi nearly vomited blood upon hearing this: "My God, I've already walked for 5 hours, and I have to walk for another 3 hours? Is your hometown some kind of remote corner of the world?" At this moment, the youngest member, Huang Xiaoji, jumped out from the side, clutching a venomous snake in his hand.

"Boss, look what this is? It's good stuff, white-headed viper. We'll grill it later, it tastes incredibly delicious. I've been craving it ever since I was in Hong Kong."

Lin Sanqi saw the venomous snake coiled around Huang Xiaoji's arm and jumped back in fright:

"Throw it away, throw it away, Infinite Heavenly Venerable, how can you kill living beings?"

Huang Xiaoji chuckled and said, "Boss, are you afraid of snakes?"

hahaha~~~
Everyone burst into laughter.

The 10 retired soldiers that Lin Sanqi brought this time were all from the same village. Back then, they signed up together with Wang Jin to go to Hong Kong and swam in Deep Bay together. They were also among the first people to follow Lin Sanqi.

They were most loyal to Lin Sanqi, and Lin Sanqi was most tolerant of them.

The reason for bringing them back to Guangxi this time was firstly because we needed the protection of these local strongmen; in the early 1960s, there were still bandits in remote mountainous areas.

Secondly, it also allows them to return to their hometowns to visit relatives. If their families are willing, they are prepared to bring their families to Hong Kong together.

When the group arrived at the entrance of Dizhu Village in the evening, Lin Sanqi was carried there.

Because he was too exhausted to walk any further, Wang Jin and the others cut down some bamboo and made a makeshift sedan chair, which they then carried him away.

The veterans, who haven't been home for two years, are eager to return.

At the entrance of Dizhu Village, the village was already crowded with villagers. Upon seeing Wang Jin and his group, they immediately screamed excitedly, and then firecrackers began to go off.

"Ah Jin, Ah Jin is back..."

“Aji, Aji…”

"Ahua's back too! Haha, Xiaonan, look! Your dad's back..."

Wang Jin, Huang Xiaoxiao, Huang Hua, Lu Xuezhi, Zhao Jintao, Wang Can, Shi Nan, Liu Genchun, Xiao Yu, and Fan Dengfeng abandoned Lin Sanqi and ran towards the village entrance like madmen.

Lin Sanqi narrowly escaped a fall, but was caught by Liu Qizhan and Li Yujie.

"These bastards, they've forgotten their boss now that they have their own mothers! Sigh!"

Looking at the group of people weeping in each other's arms not far away, Li Yujie felt a pang of envy.
“Minister, Wang Jin and his team have returned home in glory. They worked so hard in Hong Kong for this very reason.”

Lin Sanqi nodded: "Yes, rather than staying at home, we should go out and make our way in the world. If you don't work hard, how can you get rich?"

At the village entrance, Wang Jin and the others opened their huge backpacks and grabbed handfuls of candy and pastries, distributing them to the villagers.
"Third Sister, have a taste, this is fruit candy from Hong Kong."

"Sixth Sister-in-law, this is Chen Yizhai's almond cake, please try it."

"Oh my, my little darling, do you miss Daddy? Here, this is a pretty dress from Hong Kong, isn't it beautiful?"

The village entrance instantly became a sea of ​​joy. When several veterans took out the gifts they had brought from Hong Kong, everyone was incredibly envious.

Those young people who hesitated and didn't go to Hong Kong back then are now filled with regret.

At this moment, Huang Ali, the village chief of Dizhu Village, stopped the villagers from celebrating and dragged Wang Jin out:
"Ah Jin, didn't you say your boss was coming? This is so rude of you!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jin was startled. In his excitement, he had abandoned his boss on the roadside. So he quickly gathered the others and ran to the intersection.

"Boss, I'm sorry, we got a little too excited just now."

Lin Sanqi waved his hand: "Never mind, never mind. I'll punish you by making you prepare a whole table of local delicacies for me later."

Village Chief Huang quickly stepped forward: "Hello, hello, you must be Ah Jin's Hong Kong boss? Welcome, welcome." (End of Chapter)