Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1047 Helicopter Flies to Guangzhou, Visits Deng Tietao Again to Persuade Him to Write a Book (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)
Fang Yan got up from his bed in the barracks and looked out the window. He saw two military green helicopters landing one after the other in the direction of the helicopter landing pad in the military camp.

The helicopter rotors drew blurry circles in the morning mist, and the air blasts they created made the red flags at the edge of the helipad flutter loudly.

Upon closer inspection, Fang Yan recognized it as a Mi-8.

This aircraft was purchased from Russia by China in the 1970s. It can carry 28 fully armed soldiers at a time and can fly 450 kilometers on a full tank of fuel, enough to make several round trips between Shenzhen and Guangzhou.

Fang Yan's team only had about twenty people, and this time Guangzhou sent two planes over.

This led Fang Yan to guess that there must have been other people there this time.

Sure enough, when Fang Yan finished dressing and came out of the room, he saw Director Liao walking and talking with several people dressed as overseas Chinese businessmen.

"Hurry up and wash up, the helicopter will depart in half an hour." Secretary Zhou, who appeared out of nowhere, reminded Fang Yan.

Fang Yan agreed, then went to the toilet and washed his face with cold water.

Then the soldiers came over to help carry the suitcases.

Fang Yan's luggage was quite large, containing not only his own belongings but also items that Representative Huo had given him previously.

The others also had quite a lot of luggage, and Fang Yan then realized why they needed two helicopters.

Unlike cars, helicopters are prone to problems when overloaded.

"Comrade Fang, your luggage is in the rear cabin of that plane!" A soldier wearing a red armband said to Fang Yan, pointing to the cargo door at the tail of the helicopter.

Fang Yan nodded.

In less than half an hour, everyone had gathered, and the leaders bid farewell to the group.

Then I watched as Fang Yan and the others boarded the plane.

As you climb the metal gangway onto the helicopter, the original Russian nameplate from the Soviet Union is still on the inside of the cabin door, polished to a shine by countless hands.

This aircraft must have been in service for several years.

It was produced in 1967, so it's been eleven years now.

As soon as I entered the rear cabin, a smell mixed with aviation kerosene and canvas hit me. Everyone's suitcases were tied horizontally with straps on the cargo hold floor, and next to the suitcases with dialect accents were piled brown leather suitcases belonging to overseas Chinese businessmen.

"Fang Yan, sit here!" Director Liao patted the folding canvas chair on the bulkhead.

Fang Yan quickly went over.

Fang Yan had just sat down and fastened his seatbelt when he heard a "bang" as the cabin door was locked from the outside by soldiers. Through the small window, he could see soldiers wearing red armbands inspecting the landing gear.

The plane on the other side is still sending people on board.

Their plane had the fewest passengers.

Director Liao, Secretary Zhou, and several bridge merchants naturally had a relatively large amount of luggage.

On the other side, the old men and their entourage were all going up.

A short while later, the cabin door on the other side also closed.

Then the engine noise gradually increased in frequency. The pilot in the cockpit was making some adjustments. The next second, the plane jolted and the engine noise rose again. The roar of the rotor cutting through the air was like a heavy hammer hitting the eardrums.

Then the fuselage suddenly shook, and Fang Yan saw the concrete ground of the tarmac begin to tilt and sink. In the distance, the military green vests on the clotheslines fluttered towards the barracks like kites, and the red flags fluttered in the blast wave.

"Prepare for takeoff." The pilot's voice came through the walkie-talkie, accompanied by a crackling sound.

The passenger's voice came through:
"Gradually increase altitude to 1000 meters, maintaining a heading of 330 degrees."

The plane tilted forward, the suitcase suddenly slid, and the corner of the suitcase hit the strap with a dull thud. Fang Yan looked out the window and saw that the helicopter had slowly lifted off the ground. The border defense barracks below were shrinking, the Shenzhen River meandered through the fields of Luohu District like a silver chain, and the red brick houses in the warehouse area had shrunk to matchboxes. The rust-colored boom of the crane was lifting the steel rails, drawing an arc in the morning mist.

“It takes at least half a day to get from Shenzhen to Guangzhou by car, but a helicopter is much faster,” Director Liao shouted in Fang Yan’s ear.

There was no way around it; the noise inside a helicopter was much greater than inside a passenger plane. Fang Yan felt his eardrums throbbing from the roar of the rotor. When Director Liao's voice came through the noise, it was distorted: "Look at your watch! It's 7:15 now! We'll be there in about half an hour." Fang Yan glanced down at the Shanghai brand watch on Director Liao's wrist and nodded vigorously.

As the helicopter passed through the morning mist, the cabin lights suddenly dimmed, and the suitcase at the rear of the cabin swayed gently under its straps, reflecting the sunlight from the portholes.

"Cruising altitude reached 1000 meters." The driver's voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Estimated arrival time at Guangzhou Military Region: 7:47."

Fang Yan saw the Dongguan fields below unfolding like a green jigsaw puzzle, with the puddles in the rice paddies reflecting the sunlight like scattered silver.

It was probably the first time the overseas Chinese businessmen had ridden in a helicopter, and the experience was indeed not good; they all frowned in discomfort.

More than twenty minutes later.

Baiyun Mountain outside the porthole is getting closer and closer, and the clouds and mist on the mountainside are dyed golden red by the sunlight.

As the helicopter began its descent, Fang Yan glanced at his watch again:

7:44.

Outside the window, the Pearl River flows through the city like a gray-blue ribbon, and ferries on the river are plowing through the morning mist, with long white streaks of spray at their sterns gleaming in the sunlight.

Then the plane began to land.

Fang Yan discovered that the plane had landed at Baiyun Airport.

This is a joint military-civilian airport.

"Prepare for touchdown!" Before the pilot finished speaking, the fuselage suddenly lurched, and the vibration of the landing gear hitting the tarmac came from under our feet.

Fang Yan snapped out of her daze and checked her watch. The entire journey from Shenzhen to Guangzhou took only 33 minutes.

The moment the rear hatch slammed open, hot, humid air mixed with the smell of diesel fuel rushed in. Everyone rubbed their ears and stood up. Outside the window, a line of Hongqi sedans were already waiting.

Old Yang was the one who came to pick them up again. He shook hands with everyone warmly, then told people to carry their luggage, and then headed to the usual place, the Yingbin Building.

We'll have dinner tonight before the private plane flies to Beijing.

The main reason is that Director Liao has other matters to discuss here.

After returning to the guesthouse by car, the exhausted old men had no appetite for breakfast and went to their rooms to rest and catch up on sleep. Fang Yan, however, was not sleepy. He took some gifts and went out again. Since he had time, he planned to visit Deng Tietao again and also tell him that he had found him a patient who would be coming to see him in a while.

In addition, Deng Lao knows the most about diseases in the South. Fang Yan would also like to ask him about the treatment of common diseases in the Southern Army. He can also sign his name in the Army's TCM manual.

People with regional dialects like to gather a group of people like this.

Especially people like Deng Tietao, who are known as the leading figure in Lingnan traditional Chinese medicine.

This is quite representative.

And since we'll be fighting the monkeys soon, this manual is actually quite useful.

Without further ado, Fang Yan immediately began to take action.

Getting into the Hongqi car, Fang Yan set off again. This time, he easily found his way to the old spot. As soon as he got out of the car, he went to the guardhouse to inquire whether Professor Deng Tietao was home today.

To my surprise, I found out that he had gone to school to give a lecture today.

It seems I'll have to go to Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine again today.

Fang Yan turned around and got back into the Hongqi car, telling the driver to drive directly to the campus of Guangzhou University of Chinese Medicine.

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There will be more this afternoon.

(End of this chapter)