Today Chen Xinhua got up much earlier than usual, because he went to bed early after taking the medicine last night, and woke up and slept for too long in the morning, his whole body was sore, so he didn't sleep.
After washing up, he left the room with his backpack in hand. When he got up, he planned to eat crab roe buns. He started his motorcycle and rode to the old commercial street. Chen Xinhua was not very satisfied with the breakfast here, most of it was snow Shredded vegetables and pork noodles, noodles with pickled cabbage, it seems that there is nothing else to put except pickled vegetables, and I had enough Lanzhou ramen yesterday.
? When I came to the bun shop, I ordered four buns and a bowl of corn porridge.
Today Li Shuanghe will send the flocking over. After breakfast, Chen Xinhua went directly to the woolen factory to see how much the white woolen cloth sent by the dyeing factory yesterday has been made.
It was still early, and the sun was not very hot not long after the sun came out. The wind brought by the motorcycle was blowing on the body, and the two places were not far away, and we soon arrived at the wool factory.
?I parked my motorcycle in front of the grinding factory, and saw from the outside that there was no one in the office. General Tie was still guarding the door, and the workshop was still in normal production, and the workers on the night shift hadn't left work yet.
? Chen Xinhua entered the workshop. He didn't see his own cloth in the workshop, so he went to the production supervisor on the night shift and asked about the situation of the cloth. It turned out that all the cloth had been polished and was taken away by the rolling shop.
Since the production here has been completed, there is no need to stay here to eat the dust. When Chen Xinhua came to the rolling shop, he saw Lao Mao's motorcycle parked at the gate before he arrived, which meant that Lao Mao had already come to the shop.
Walking into Lao Mao's office, he was sitting in front of the sea of ??tea and concentrating on brewing Kung Fu tea. Ever since Chen Xinhua knew that he liked tea, he couldn't figure it out. Normally, a person with his personality should not have the heart to brew this kind of tea. Instead of taking the laborious tea, make a cup in a large teacup, and drink it after the tea is cold, commonly known as cattle drink.
Chen Xinhua sat down, picked up the tea that Lao Mao had poured out, took a sip but didn't get any tea, it tasted bad, and he didn't finish the small cup.
Lao Mao saw the doubt on his face, smiled and said: "What kind of tea is it that hasn't been drunk?"
There is nothing embarrassing about it, Chen Xinhua nodded.
Lao Mao poured him another cup and said as he poured it, "This is Pu'er tea from Yunnan. You can drink another cup and see how it tastes."
Chen Xinhua tasted it carefully, and felt that there was a little astringency in addition to the bitterness. After eating it all, he felt a little sweetness in his mouth, and said: "This tea is mainly bitter in the mouth, without a little astringency. Drink it After careful consideration, it feels a little sweet."
Lao Mao said with a smile: "Neither bitter nor astringent is not tea. This is the taste of tea. Pu'er was called bitter tea in the early days. This kind of tea is fermented. Among so many teas, only Pu'er and black tea are completely Fermented tea, although the taste of Pu¡¯er tea is not good, it is much better for the body than the green tea, white tea and oolong tea we often drink. For people who like to drink like me, drinking some Pu¡¯er tea every day is good for the stomach and can also clean the stomach The extra fat in the body softens the blood vessels, you don¡¯t feel much when you drink too much alcohol when you are young, but it will be obvious when you reach a certain age.¡±
Chen Xinhua said with a smile: "Listen to people's persuasion and have enough food. You have practiced what you said. When I return to Shenzhen, I will also buy a set. I will come to study when I have nothing to do. If there is anything I don't understand I want to ask you."
"Is there anything I don't understand, I understand everything after reading the book."
Xu Jianchun drove his Guangben to the milling factory. When he saw Chen Xinhua's motorcycle parked at the door of the office, he knew he was coming. He went into the workshop and looked around. If he didn't see him, he went to the Laomao rolling shop. .
The owner of a small processing factory like him, as long as there are no problems in production, his days are very comfortable. They are all old customers, and the production volume is so large, so he doesn't need to worry about business.
I asked the production supervisor about the production, and there was no problem. I didn't even open the door of the office lazily, so I wandered to Lao Mao's place for tea
After chatting about tea, the two of them got down to business. Yesterday, a group of workers in the Laomao Rolling Shop worked overnight shifts. Rolling shops rarely work all night, just for white woolen cloth rolling. The woolen factory here As soon as it was ground, he pulled it over and rolled it, because he had time to roll the flocking cloth this morning, not to mention that he still had other customers' orders in his hand.
Now the white brushed cloth is finished, and now the flocking cloth is missing. As long as the roll is finished tomorrow, the car can be dispatched, and it will arrive two days later, which is two days faster than expected.
At this time Xu Jianchun walked in, "Boss Chen, is your cold better?"
Chen Xinhua smiled wryly and said: "Thank you for your concern, it's already healed, but it also paid a tragic price.???
After Chen Xinhua got out of his factory, he felt serious again, so he went to a small private clinic by the side of the road to talk about the drip. When he said that he was given four needles by the little guard, they all laughed. .
Lao Mao finished laughing and said, "Why did you find it there?"
"I found it there. That small private clinic is on the side of the road when I go back to the hotel. My arm still hurts from being stabbed." After speaking, Chen Xinhua touched the pinched place with his hand.
Xu Jianchun said: "You are lucky, you only got four needles."
What do you mean I only got four needles? According to you, it should be enough to get fourteen needles. I am not the fourteenth brother.
Lao Mao smiled and said: "My blood vessels are relatively deep. Once I got eight needles. How can you be considered lucky?"
Hearing this, no matter how stupid Chen Xinhua was, he knew that there was a story behind this small private clinic.
The small clinic on the side of the road is very famous here. The old man is a retired old doctor from Suzhou University Hospital. Because his hometown is here, he came back after retirement and opened a small clinic to pass his spare time. Because of his good medical skills and The fee is low, and you can get a reputation in one shot. With this reputation, more people will come to see a doctor. He originally wanted to pass the time, but he made himself so tired. He thought of a way, through his student relationship I found a rural medical class student from a technical secondary school who did not graduate, and came to him to practice, so that I can relax and see a doctor. The injections are all done by those students. They get a certain salary. The main thing is to have the opportunity to play.
So this small clinic is famous for two funny factors, one is good medical skills, and the other is the number of needle injections, it is hard not to be famous.
After hearing this story, Chen Xinhua didn't know whether he was lucky or sad about what happened to him, but he knew that the old doctor had done a real good deed. He not only solved the pain of many people working here, but also cost a lot of money. , My colleagues are really just as I imagined, they have made contributions to the medical cause in the countryside, and trained a large number of rural medical workers. This is really killing two birds with one stone.
Many years later, everyone said that the reform of the country was good, but they all said that the reform of two departments was wrong. One was education, and the other was medical care. They should be two respected professions, both of which have sacred titles. It is so sad that the hardworking gardener and the angel in white have finally become two professions that everyone fears. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com