Arriving in the house, a Zhejiang native in his forties had already stood up to say hello to Master Chen.
"Oh, Lao Chen, what brought it here, hurry up, please sit down, oh, this is it?"
"His name is Li Xiang, the one who came with me, let's call him Xiao Li."
"Come, come, sit, sit, come and smoke a cigarette first." Zhejiang Yaonong first took out a cigarette and handed it to Master Chen, then turned the cigarette box upside down, poured out half of it, and handed it to Li Xiang In front of him, "You want one too?"
"No, no." Li Xiang waved his hands again and again.
"Xiao Li, really not?" Yao Nong put the half of the cigarette in his mouth, and took out a match to light a fire for Master Chen. "Hey, Lao Chen, Lao Xie today, why didn't Minister Xie come?"
Master Chen stood up, pointed at Li Xiang, and introduced in a serious manner, "There was a meeting at the main store two days ago, and the two of us switched jobs with Lao Xie. Now Xiao Li is in charge of production and acquisition, and I will help with the work. "
"Really, good, good, good, why didn't you say it earlier, Xiao Li, Minister Li, smoking, smoking, my surname is Gong, Longgong Gong, Gong Zizhen's Gong, you are welcome, smoking is nothing, will you, take two puffs It will be done." Lao Gong pressed a cigarette in Li Xiang's hand, and shouted towards the inside, "There is a guest in the room, come out to accompany me, make two cups of tea, and wash two people's rice, I'm going down the mountain to buy some vegetables."
Lao Gong said to Li Xiang and Master Chen, "Sit down first, have a sip of tea, or go to the mountains to have a look. I'll be back soon. Let's meet old friends and have a good drink today."
Master Chen knew that Li Xiang had never experienced this situation, so let's deal with it by himself. "If you have something to do, go and do it. I'll take Comrade Li Xiang outside for a walk, and let him familiarize himself with the environment first."
The two masters and apprentices came outside, and Li Xiang asked, "Why is Lao Gong called Lao Minister Xie? He is Minister Xie, and you are also Minister Chen?"
"Haha," Master Chen smiled, "Old Xie likes others to call him that, so others will do what he likes. Anyone who calls me a minister will feel embarrassed himself."
"Master, what can we see here?"
"Of course. If we don't come, we won't know what they planted, how much they planted, and where they planted it."
"I can understand if you plant less, but wouldn't it be great to plant more?" Li Xiang couldn't figure it out.
"If we plant too much, we harvest it, and we can't transfer it out. It will go bad, and there will be a backlog of funds. If we don't harvest it, the drug farmers will lose money. They won't do business that loses money. They will secretly get it to sell in other places, which will cause chaos. the market."
"Do they have to take care of what they grow?" Do we need to take care of this? Li Xiang couldn't figure it out either.
"This is more important. The same medicinal materials are grown in different places, and the quality is completely different.
Chuan Fritillaria, only those produced in Sichuan can have good curative effect, and the medicine farmers can¡¯t do it if they get us to plant them. If he gets rich, the things he grows will deceive the common people.
In addition, what is grown on the mountain is different from what is grown in the field. The field grows fast, but there are residues of chemical fertilizers and pesticides in the field, which not only affects the curative effect, but also affects the body if it is not done well.
Therefore, we must also sign and agree to sign the lease agreement between Yaonong and the production team. "
Seeing the master touching his pocket, Li Xiang knew that he wanted to smoke, so he gave him the cigarette in his hand. Li Xiang saw the master looking at him, and immediately smiled.
Master Chen said, "Oranges born in Huainan are called tangerines, and oranges born in Huaibei are called Citrus aurantium. They look the same in the past, but their functions are different. You should have learned them in your studies."
Li Xiang has learned it, "Yanzi Chunqiu¡¤Zanxia No. 10": "Baby smells it: Oranges grown in Huainan are oranges, and oranges grown in Huaibei are oranges. The leaves are similar, but the taste is different."
But at that time, what Li Xiang thought of was not oranges, but girls.
Girls have a "different taste" when they are on the tricycle and off the tricycle.
After getting off the car, he took a special look and found that the girl and the car were completely different.
When the time came to June 2015, Li Xiang, who was in his forties, saw an article on the Internet, "The Director of the Drug Administration Reveals the Inside Story of Traditional Chinese Medicine: Traditional Chinese Medicine Will Die from Traditional Chinese Medicine".
After thinking about it, Li Xiang didn't take it seriously.
?He told the author that traditional Chinese medicine is not dead, and it has nothing to do with traditional Chinese medicine. It is a pity that Chinese medicine cannot speak and cannot express its own opinions.
"Minister Li¡ª¡ª, Lao Chen¡ª, it's time to eat¡ª" Lao Gong's voice was not deep enough, but he also echoed it.
"Let's go back to eat, come and see when you have time." Master Chen smiled.
Li Xiang is confused again, even if he read it? "I heard? On the same day, when Li Xiang said goodbye to his master, Lao Gong gave Master Chen a pheasant very politely, and what Li Xiang gave was a hare.
Li Xiang refused to accept it firmly at first, pushing back and forth, he suddenly realized that the master was on the side and didn't help him all the time, so he felt something was wrong. Li Xiang glanced at the master, and found that the master was looking at him indifferently, and then suddenly realized. He took the pheasant and said, "I appreciate your kindness. I will take the pheasant back and give it to Master Chen's children. Keep the rabbit, that's it, okay?"
Master Chen also said, "Old Gong, listen to the young people, that's it, don't make us dare not come here in the future."
"Okay, respect is worse than obedience, listen to Master Chen."
Many years later, Li Xiang revisited his old place. The old man had already passed away. I heard that the old man¡¯s grandson came back after a few years of going out. He was permanently disabled in his feet in a fight with a gangster; the granddaughter helped her husband earn money. With a lot of money, her husband went to live with Xiaosan, and she left a pair of children in grief and anger and committed suicide; the little grandson learned from his brother's lesson, endured the humiliation, and worked hard to establish a large-scale company. A well-known celebrity, he returned to Menshan and built a very grand villa. After the old man lived in it, he died without a problem.
Attachment: "The Old Man in the Mountain"
? Foreword: It is a very ordinary old man in the mountains who has never been to the county seat, but I am so happy to write
It is your face with criss-crossed ditches that nourishes the land, nourishes descendants and nourishes the flowers, plants and trees/The ups and downs of the hard-working mountain roads have formed thick calluses/Worn out your cloth shoes and polished your hookah/The years that have worn gray are also just crawled over your head without saying a word
The dark land has harvested your dark complexion is not dark dreamland / You intentionally bent the plow and unintentionally bent yourself / With a thin rope you conquered the stubbornness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers / In the field, on the top of the mountain and on the mountain, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, you dragged it down /It dragged you too and you're staggering now
Maybe the bamboo hat like the mountain suppresses your thoughts like the mountain / ups and downs every year, you are as silent as the mountain, as strong as the mountain / as firm as the mountain in this place where you were born and raised, even if your hair is gray
There are sticks, clubs, catalpas, shovels, and hoes to extend your arms / The only things that stretch your imagination are the occasional passing planes and vehicles
Maybe Yue Fei Qin Qiong will fight north and south on your blurred battlefield/Maybe Cowherd and Weaver Girl will graze cattle and sheep that cannot find grass in the sky of your thinking
The old and outdated coir raincoat is draped on you all the year round / I think maybe it¡¯s not just the old and outdated sadness
The mountains are the pride of our mountain people. The mountain people are uniquely blessed/I want to say that the mountains are not only the majesty of the Great Wall/I want to say that the mountains are not only the image of the spine/I want to say that the mountains may also be the limit The natural barrier of your gaze/maybe also the ropes and shackles that bind your hands and feet/maybe also the iron wall and copper wall that keep you well-behaved and ancient
? What dresses up the valley is the alternating rain, snow, wind and frost of the four seasons/Your old and vigorous shouts make the valley full of vitality (remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com