Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1423 The Passionate Xiao Hanxi, the Riddler on the Train
"Then may I ask who Xiao Tongwu is..." Fang Yan asked Xiao Hanxi directly.

“It is indeed my father!” Xiao Hanxi replied.

Sure enough it was him!

Fang Yan stepped forward, shook hands with the other person, and said:

"It's a pleasure to meet you! I've heard of Mr. Xiao's great reputation for a long time."

"The four famous doctors of Shanxi are renowned."

The four most famous doctors in Shanxi are Li Hanqing, Han Yuhui, Bai Qingzuo, and Xiao Tongwu.

Of these people, only Xiao Tongwu was from out of town. His hometown was originally in Wu'an, Hebei. He abandoned his studies at the age of 12 to learn medicine from his father. Later, he opened a pharmacy called "Long Taihe". He relied on the pulse diagnosis method passed down in the Xiao family to diagnose illnesses. Because it was extremely accurate, he quickly became famous.

The man Fang Yan was facing, Xiao Hanxi, was Xiao Tongwu's personal disciple and also his son.

Xiao Hanxi was somewhat surprised to hear this favorite of the leader from Beijing talk about his father.

"I didn't expect that Director Fang had heard about our Shanxi affairs even in Beijing." You should know that this reputation was only awarded by some local TCM doctors after his father passed away, which is only five or six years ago.

In addition, due to the turbulent years in recent years, not many people in Shanxi knew this title, but the local dialect actually started calling it by name.

“Our school and research institute still have quite a few Shanxi TCM practitioners,” Fang Yan said to Xiao Hanxi.

He didn't explain much, but Xiao Hanxi, upon hearing this explanation, filled in the blanks in his mind and smiled at Fang Yan, saying:

"I understand, I understand. Indeed, there are quite a few TCM graduate students from Shanxi who have been admitted to universities in Beijing."

Then he paused and praised the dialect:
"Actually, I've heard of Director Fang's great reputation in Beijing. I've seen your news in the newspapers many times and I always think you're really amazing. It's truly admirable that you've achieved so much at such a young age."

The two immediately began a mutual flattery exchange.

Xiao Hanxi is now working in the Shanxi health system. Relying on Xiao Tongwu's connections and influence, he has become an important link between clinical practice and pulse diagnosis in the province, and his words carry considerable weight.

With this person's cooperation and support, the work related to dialects here will definitely go much more smoothly.

After chatting for a while, Xiao Hanxi said to Fang Yan:

"Alright, let's stop talking here. It's getting dark soon, let's head to the city center to find some accommodation."

Nodding in dialect:

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Comrade Xiao."

Just as the two were about to get into the car outside the airport, they saw the old comrade who had been traveling with them earlier, the one Fang Yan had put to sleep on the plane, also coming out. His reception was much more high-level, with a large number of people accompanying him, at least twenty or so, while Fang Yan's side only had six people, including Xiao Hanxi.

"Comrade Xiao Fang, don't forget to come find me in Taiyuan when you're done with your work, and we'll go back together!" The old man waved to him and reminded him again.

It's clear that he's really afraid of flying.

wave in dialect:
"I remember, I won't forget!"

Xiao Hanxi glanced at the people over there and asked Fang Yan:

"Does Dr. Fang have other missions coming here this time?"

Fang Yan was taken aback, and said somewhat inexplicably:
"I'm here to inspect Lingshi County; I don't have any other missions."

Xiao Hanxi suddenly realized:
"Oh, it seems I was wrong."

Fang Yan glanced at Zhang Yi's older comrade and knew that the other party must have thought that he and Zhang Yi were together, which was why he asked him that question.

Fang Yan was also curious about the old man's identity, so he asked Xiao Hanxi:
Why does Comrade Xiao ask that?

Xiao Hanxi quickly said:
"I just heard them say that they came to pick up this leader, who was specially sent down from above to restore the reputations of a group of people and exonerate them. I thought it might be related to traditional Chinese medicine this time..."

Fang Yan was taken aback. So this is what old comrade Zhang Yi does?
Isn't that a coincidence?

I had just planned to come here this time to find Elder Li Ke and help him clear his name of the wrongful conviction.

"I see..." Fang Yan nodded, silently considering whether to look for Zhang Yi tonight.

No, we should gather information about Li Ke before reporting the situation to Zhang Yi.

If you need someone to do something for you, you can't expect them to make a trip all the way to Lingshi County with you, can you?
With that in mind, Fang Yan made up his mind to have Li Ke write a report himself, and then bring him here to find Zhang Yi.

After thinking it over, Fang Yan got into the prepared car.

Seeing Fang Yan's nonchalant expression, Xiao Hanxi secretly thought to himself that people from the capital were indeed different; he could never guess what Fang Yan was thinking. Despite his young age, Fang Yan had quite the presence.

He called the others to get in the car, and the three cars followed behind Zhang Yi's convoy, heading towards TY city.

Through the car window, one could see the dusty dirt roads near Taiyuan at dusk in early winter.

Occasionally, you can see people riding or walking on the road, wrapped in cotton-padded clothes.

In the distance are red-brick factories belching smoke, huge open coal piles, desolate fields, and bare trees.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, it looked like an old movie. The air was thick with the smell of coal smoke, gray dust, and the rapidly approaching twilight, all of which made the whole environment seem rough, cold, and slightly oppressive, vividly showing him the features of a northern industrial city in this era.

After arriving in the city, it was completely dark. They parted ways with Zhang Yi's convoy and went to the health department's guesthouse. They would rest there for the night, and tomorrow Fang Yan and the others would take the arranged train to Lingshi County.

There are still about 150 kilometers to go, which is not a short distance.

Dinner was hosted by Xiao Hanxi at the department's internal cafeteria.

After they arrived at their accommodation and put their luggage away, they were taken to the canteen.

The inner canteen is a single-story building made of red bricks. Inside, you can see more than a dozen wooden square tables with shiny surfaces. The coal stove in the corner is burning brightly, and the heating pipes are emitting heat.

The bowls and chopsticks were uniform white porcelain bowls and bamboo chopsticks, arranged neatly, and a red-painted slogan on the wall read "Cherish food and eliminate waste".

It was past lunchtime, but there were still quite a few people from various departments waiting for Fang Yan and his group in the cafeteria. Fang Yan glanced around and saw that there were at least two tables full of people.

The dishes were prepared in advance and were steaming hot as soon as they were served.

As soon as Fang Yan and his group entered, the health department officials stood up to greet them warmly. After all, they were experts from Beijing, and Xiao Hanxi was personally hosting them, so everyone showed how much importance they attached to them.

Xiao Hanxi also introduced Fang Yan to the people in the local health department. Sure enough, there were quite a few names that Fang Yan had heard of. At this point, Fang Yan noticed something: there were quite a few people in the health department in Shanxi who came from traditional Chinese medicine backgrounds.

This was a pleasant surprise for Fang Yan, as it shows that the environment for traditional Chinese medicine in this area is excellent!
Traditional Chinese medicine has a greater voice.

Then we sat down to eat.

In a past life, a character surnamed Chu in a TV series once said: "Shanxi cuisine is low-class and not presentable."

Some people even say that Shanxi cuisine is nothing special; all they serve are noodles!

But the food on this table today looks pretty good. There's stewed vegetables, braised pork, hot and sour cabbage, fish in soy sauce and vinegar, shrimp paste tofu, sticky rice noodles, stir-fried eel, Gu Lei Cai (a type of vegetable dish), spicy bowl-shaped noodles, cold mung bean jelly, stir-fried cold mung bean jelly, and tofu stewed with rolled rolls...

Several dishes worth mentioning include braised pork, sliced ​​noodles, and stir-fried offal.

As a signature dish of Shanxi, braised pork is golden and glossy. The pork tenderloin is coated with a thin layer of starch and deep-fried. It is then stir-fried with wood ear mushrooms and garlic sprouts. The dish is savory and fragrant with a hint of vinegar, which cuts through the greasiness and enhances the freshness. The meat is tender on the outside and soft on the inside, clearly the work of a master chef.

In 1978, pork supply was not abundant, so when this dish was served, it was clear that it was a high-level hospitality.

Sticky rice cakes are made by mixing cornmeal and wheat flour, rolling them into thin pancakes, cutting them into diamond shapes, and cooking them in vegetable soup. The sticky rice cakes, having absorbed the broth, are chewy and flavorful, providing both the satiety of a staple food and the aroma of vegetables. It is a specialty of rural Shanxi and is served on the dining table as a sign of sincerity.

This dish, "Chao E," is not found elsewhere. "E" is a Shanxi dialect word. It is actually a blocky food made of potato starch and flour. After being sliced ​​thinly, it is stir-fried with chopped green onions and minced garlic. It has a chewy and springy texture and a light potato aroma. This is the first time I've ever eaten this dish in my hometown, and I find it very novel.

After the meal began, Fang Yan and the others ate for a while, and then they started talking about the situation of traditional Chinese medicine in Shanxi.

Sure enough, due to their conditions, their area is indeed more suitable for traditional Chinese medicine.

Most of the people there were practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, so we got along quite well. After chatting in their dialect for a while, we became familiar with each other.

Upon hearing the question about dialects, one of the doctors, named Xu Qi, said:
"Shanxi is a mountainous region, and transportation used to be inconvenient. When villagers got sick, how could they just go to a big hospital? They relied entirely on traditional Chinese medicine doctors to diagnose and prescribe medicine. A bowl of herbal soup was enough to cure the illness. Traditional Chinese medicine has deep roots in our area!"

Xiao Hanxi also said:

“When my father was alive, many people from remote counties would drive donkey carts and walk for days and nights to come to Taiyuan to see him for treatment. Although there was turmoil in recent years, the tradition of traditional Chinese medicine at the grassroots level has not been interrupted, because the people cannot live without it.”

"The advantage of traditional Chinese medicine in Shanxi is simply that it is 'down-to-earth'. Most of the medicinal herbs are collected from the local mountains, and the prescriptions are passed down from our ancestors. They are effective, inexpensive, and work well, which is why the people trust them. Unlike Western medicine, which is not available in many places and is expensive, and local hospitals simply cannot supply it."

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes adapting to local conditions. You have a strong foundation among the people, a tradition of its development, and so many knowledgeable comrades here. In the future, promoting traditional Chinese medicine diagnosis and treatment and compiling folk remedies will definitely be much smoother than elsewhere."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Then, they began to inquire about Fang Yan's deeds in the capital. They were also very curious about this young man.

Of course, I spoke all the dialects I could, which satisfied their curiosity.

After dinner, Fang Yan and the others were told to rest.

Fang Yan was assigned a double room to share with Li Chong, while Deng Cai and Wang Feng shared the next room.

The room smelled of a mixture of coal smoke and soap.

The room was small, about fifteen or sixteen square meters. The cement floor was swept clean, and half of the wall was painted with white lime, while the upper half was bare red brick. There were also some faint black marks left from the coal stove in the corner.

Two single wooden beds were placed by the window, with the headboards next to the heating pipes, making the room very warm.

The wooden bed was an old-fashioned hardboard bed, covered with a faded coarse cloth sheet, and on top of that was a thick blue coarse cloth quilt, the corners of which were neatly sewn together, and it felt heavy to the touch.

"Director Fang, the bed is made! You can sleep here, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning!" Li Chong, who was standing nearby, had already made the bed and told Fang Yan to rest.

Back in Hong Kong, they stayed up all night listening to the dialect outside. Now that they're in mainland China, things are much better than they were in Hong Kong.

Fang Yan said to Li Chong:

"It's okay, I can sleep here. There's no danger around Taiyuan, so we don't need to be so particular."

Speaking in dialect, they had already made up the bed. Seeing this, Li Chong didn't try to stop them, and said:
"Okay, I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."

Fang Yan nodded, then opened his box, took out socks, and handed a few pairs to Li Chong.
“Distinguish these socks from Deng Caiwang’s. These are thick cotton socks, they’re warm to wear.”

Li Chong initially wanted to refuse, but Fang Yan added:
"We're all acquaintances, so let's not keep refusing. These are all new socks, brought especially for you. Your comfort is the best way to ensure my safety."

Hearing this, Li Chong finally agreed, thanked Fang Yan, and went next door to give the socks to the other two people.

Fang Yan then looked around the room.

Each bed has a wooden bedside table with a smooth surface, on which sits a white porcelain teacup and an enamel mug. The mug is printed with the words "Serve the People" in red, a standard feature of this era.

The thermos next to me was already full of boiling water; the hospitality was indeed quite thoughtful.

In the center of the room stood a square wooden table and two wooden chairs. Against the corner was a simple wooden wardrobe with two hinged doors, unlocked and held together only by a strip of cloth. The wardrobe was empty, just big enough to hold Fang Yan and Li Chong's luggage.

Fang Yan took the opportunity to open a carton of cigarettes he had brought, put a few packs into his coat pocket, and said he would distribute them tomorrow.

After he finished, he put his luggage away.

Then Deng Cai and Wang Feng came over to thank Fang Yan.

The socks that Fang Yan wore were ordered by Zhu Lin and Huang Huijie from Hong Kong last time. It's funny, these days you still have to wear imported socks.

There are some problems with the design and manufacturing process of socks made in China; they are prone to tearing and slipping.

Fang Yan waved to them to indicate that everything was alright, and then told them to go and rest.

I'll be leaving Taiyuan Railway Station at 7 a.m. tomorrow. The whole journey will take more than three hours. Fang Yan has been busy all day. It feels a bit like a dream to think that I was in Beijing this morning and will be in Taiyuan tonight.

These days, they can only travel by plane; if they were on a train, they'd still be on the road right now.

Soon, Fang Yan used Chen Tuan's sleeping skills and fell asleep in no time.

That's the good thing about this skill; you'll never have trouble sleeping because of your bed or environment. On the contrary, you'll sleep very well until Li Chong wakes you up.

"Director Fang, Director Fang!" Fang Yan woke up in bed. Li Chong was already dressed and said to Fang Yan:

"At 5:30, Comrade Xiao came to knock on the door and said that breakfast was ready."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan quickly got up. He hadn't even heard the noise outside; he must have been sleeping very well.

Perhaps because I was tired from taking care of the kids at home, I finally managed to get a full night's sleep today.

I quickly washed up after getting up, and since I didn't have time for my morning exercise, I went to the cafeteria with Li Chong, Deng Cai, and Wang Feng right away. The cafeteria at six in the morning was even more bustling than the night before.

The coal stove was burning even brighter than last night, and the heating pipes were so hot you could warm your hands with them. Several workers in white aprons were busy around the stove, and the aroma of steam carrying the scents of flour and vinegar wafted out from the kitchen, which could be smelled from afar.

The wooden square table had been wiped clean, and the bowls and chopsticks from last night had been replaced with smaller white porcelain bowls and coarse porcelain plates. Several jars of pickled vegetables were placed on the table, packaged in glass bottles, labeled "pickled radish" and "pickled cucumber." The caps had been unscrewed, and the vegetables exuded a salty and savory aroma.

When Fang Yan, Li Chong, Deng Cai, and Wang Feng walked in, Xiao Hanxi had already arrived and was sitting at a table near the stove, holding an enamel mug and drinking something steaming hot.

"Director Fang, did you sleep well? Please sit down! Please sit down!" He smiled and waved, and food was already laid out on the table.

"You slept well! You slept until now," Fang Yan replied.

Xiao Hanxi handed over the chopsticks and said warmly:
"Come on, come on, eat. These are all things we often eat in Shanxi for breakfast. They're hot, filling, and perfect for traveling."

A large bowl of golden millet porridge, cooked until thick and smooth, with rice oil floating on the surface, is sweet and fragrant with the unique aroma of millet.

In 1978, Shanxi millet was a "hard currency," with plump grains that made a richer porridge than millet from other places.

"This is new rice transported from Xinzhou," Xiao Hanxi said, pointing to the millet in Fangyan.

Fang Yan nodded and told Xiao Hanxi to eat as well.

There were also three fist-sized brown sugar steamed buns. The outer skin was steamed until soft and fluffy, and when you broke them open, you could see small pieces of brown sugar inside. Fang Yan took a bite and found them sweet but not cloying, with the aroma of wheat mixed with the fragrance of sugar. They were very filling.

Then there were boiled eggs, all peeled and packed in a large lunchbox. Xiao Hanxi told Fang Yan and the others that they could take the leftovers with them, saying that the conditions in Lingshi were not as good as in Taiyuan.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan thought to himself, "Ling Shi is connected by train, so how bad can the conditions be?"

Just as I was about to say something, the cafeteria chef brought them a main dish.

One bowl of mutton offal soup for each person.

The soup contains lamb offal, vermicelli, and shredded tofu. The broth is milky white and sprinkled with chopped green onions and cilantro, with a few drops of chili oil floating on top.

The lamb offal was cleaned very well and had no fishy smell. The vermicelli was soaked in the broth, making it slippery and warming. One bite and you felt warm all over.

Xiao Hanxi also brought over a bowl of chili oil and asked Fang Yan:

"Can Director Fang eat spicy food?"

"Here's chili oil, it's spicy enough to satisfy but won't burn your stomach. It's cold outside, but eating this will keep you warm!"

"It'll come out!" Fang Yan nodded and added a spoonful.

"Director Fang, after you finish eating, I'll take you to the train station. The tickets have already been bought in advance. It's a regular train at 7:00 AM, and we'll arrive in Lingshi around 10:00 AM. Someone will pick you up at Lingshi Station."

Fang Yan took a sip of the mutton offal soup and said:
"Thank you for your trouble, Comrade Xiao. It's so early in the morning."

"Don't mention it!" Xiao Hanxi waved his hand. "You're here to help Shanxi with the pilot program for traditional Chinese medicine, so this little favor is nothing. By the way, I've already spoken to Ling Shi. If they encounter any problems and need our help, they can contact us by telegram."

Fang Yan nodded, agreeing that Xiao Hanxi was indeed very efficient in handling matters.

Li Chong, sipping his millet porridge, interjected, "Comrade Xiao, is the train station crowded? Should we go ahead and grab some seats?"

Xiao Hanxi smiled and said, "Don't worry, this train has official tickets and there are designated seats, so you don't need to reserve seats. When we arrive at the train station, just follow me, and the staff will guide you onto the train."

Wang Feng ate the slowest, holding a brown sugar steamed bun in his hand, saying as he ate, "This steamed bun is really delicious, sweeter than the steamed buns in the capital."

This made everyone laugh. Xiao Hanxi said:

"When you leave, I'll ask the cafeteria staff to pack a bag for you to eat on the way."

Breakfast was a lively affair, and everyone ate their fill, feeling warm all over.

At 6:30, everyone packed their things, got on the bus with Xiao Hanxi, and headed towards the train station. Along the way, they could see early risers, wrapped in cotton-padded coats, riding bicycles in their respective directions. The morning in Taiyuan seemed almost the same as in Beijing.

They are not far from the train station; it only takes a few minutes to get there.

When the car stopped at Taiyuan Railway Station Square, it was just getting light at 6:40 a.m.

The square was small, and the ground was paved with gravel, uneven and bumpy. Early risers, wrapped in cotton-padded coats and carrying bundles, walked in twos and threes toward the waiting room.

There are far fewer people here compared to the Beijing Railway Station.

The main building of the station is a two-story building made of red bricks. The slogan "Grasp revolution and promote production" is written in red paint on the walls, and a five-star red flag is planted on the roof, fluttering in the early winter wind.

Waiting at the entrance were train station staff, dressed in dark blue railway uniforms with "Serve the People" badges pinned to their chests. Upon seeing Xiao Hanxi, they quickly approached him.

"Director Xiao, you've finally arrived! The tickets are all ready, just go through the official channel."

He then took the military packs from Fang Yan and Li Chong and led the group inside.

The waiting room was already quite full, with long wooden benches packed with passengers. Some were munching on dry food, while others were chatting quietly. The air was filled with the smell of coal smoke and a faint odor of sweat.

The coal stove in the corner was burning brightly, and several thermos flasks were placed next to it for travelers to pour hot water.

The comrade who was leading the way led them through the waiting room, around the ticket gate, and directly to the platform. In 1978, official travel still enjoyed such convenience.

The platform has a cement floor with safety lines painted white along the edges.

The distant sound of a steam locomotive could be heard, and white steam dissipated in the cold morning air, like wisps of white mist.

The ordinary express train they were going to take was parked right next to the platform. It had a dark green body with the words "China Railway" printed in black on the side.

The station staff led them to the third carriage. A train conductor stood at the carriage door, took the letter of introduction from Xiao Hanxi, glanced at it, and then smiled and let them pass.

"Don't worry, Director Xiao, I will take good care of the leaders from Beijing."

Stepping into the carriage, a wave of warmth washed over me. There was a tin stove burning coal inside, the flames making it glow red.

This is the first time I've ever seen this style.

The carriage has wooden seats on both sides, painted dark green, and small tables near the windows.

Xiao Hanxi helped Fang Yan find a seat, a two-seater by the window, while Li Chong, Deng Cai, and Wang Feng sat in the three-seater opposite them.

“Although this carriage is old, the heating is still quite good,” Xiao Hanxi said as he helped Fang Yan put away his pack. “If you get cold on the road, just go closer to the stove. The train attendant will add coal regularly.” He then took out a few grain coupons from his pocket and stuffed them into Fang Yan’s hand: “Director Fang, these are national grain coupons. If you get hungry on the road, there is a dining car on the train where you can buy a bowl of noodles. It’s not easy to exchange grain coupons in Lingshi, so please keep these for future use.”

Fang Yan quickly declined, saying, "Comrade Xiao, there's no need to be so polite. I still have grain coupons here, and you even gave us eggs and steamed buns."

"Take it!" Xiao Hanxi forcefully stuffed the food coupons into his hand. "It's a custom in Shanxi that guests always need to prepare some dry food and food coupons when they travel, otherwise they won't feel at ease. By the way, when you arrive in Lingshi, the people there will be holding up signs waiting for you at the exit. They all recognize your photo, so you can't mistake them."

Xiao Hanxi looked around and then instructed Fang Yan:

"The conditions at Lingshi County Hospital are worse than in Taiyuan. The wards are single-story buildings, and they rely on coal stoves for heating in winter. If you're not used to it, just tell the staff there to add more blankets. I've already had the pilot program's case data compiled, and you can see it when you arrive."

Fang Yan nodded. Old Xiao's enthusiasm made Fang Yan feel a little embarrassed.

At 5:55, the train conductor's whistle rang out from the platform: "The train is about to depart. Those seeing people off, please disembark!"

Xiao Hanxi stood up and said to Fang Yan, "Then I won't see you off, Director Fang. I wish you a successful trip. If you need any help, just send a telegram to the Provincial Health Department. I'll keep an eye on things."

Fang Yan also stood up and shook Xiao Hanxi's hand:
"Thank you, Comrade Xiao. I appreciate your help these past two days. I'll talk to you again when I get back from the spirit stone."

"Okay! I'll be waiting!" Xiao Hanxi nodded with a smile, turned around and got out of the car.

He stood on the platform, waving to Fang Yan in the carriage until the train slowly started moving. Fang Yan also waved from the window, watching Xiao Hanxi's figure grow smaller and smaller until it was blocked by the red brick buildings of the platform.

The train slowly pulled out of Taiyuan Station, passed through the city, and headed towards Lingshi.

The view outside the window gradually changed from red brick factory buildings to farmland. The fields were bare in early winter, with only a few bare trees standing on the ridges.

Li Chong, Deng Cai, and Wang Feng leaned back in their seats, glancing around from time to time. There were very few people on the bus today; there were only a few people on their section of the bus.

Fang Yan took out the grain coupons Xiao Hanxi had given him, then touched the cigarettes in his pocket, thinking to himself: With someone like Xiao Hanxi helping me on this trip to Shanxi, things should go much more smoothly. When I meet Elder Li Ke, I'll first learn about the pilot program, then help him prepare the materials for exoneration, and try my best to resolve his wrongful conviction this time. After all, such a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor shouldn't be overlooked.

The tin stove in the carriage made a slight crackling sound, and the smell of coal smoke mixed with the warmth of the heating made me feel sleepy again.

Fang Yan quickly stood up and started walking around the carriage.

Li Chong and Wang Feng quickly stood up and followed. Fang Yan, seeing their nervous expressions, said:
"It's nothing, I'm just moving around a bit, otherwise I'll fall asleep if I stay still."

Li Chong and Wang Feng glanced at the other passengers in the carriage. They were either looking out the window or resting with their eyes closed. They were probably cadres from various departments, so they lowered their guard and followed Fang Yan into the carriage.

As soon as the train left Taiyuan, the scenery outside the window instantly changed to endless fields.

In the early winter of 1978, the sun was already out, and the desolate scene could be seen on both sides of the railway. Every few miles, there was a scattered village. Most of the houses in the village had mud walls and red tiles or thatched roofs. On the courtyard walls, you could see slogans written in white lime such as "Learn from Dazhai in Agriculture".

After watching the dialect for a while, I got a little bored and went back to my seat.

However, after sitting down, the warm and cozy feeling made him want to sleep again.

Fang Yan closed his eyes to sort out his thoughts, thinking about what to do first and then what to do after arriving at the spirit stone, and how to deal with Li Ke. At this moment, he didn't know what kind of temper Old Li had.

I fell asleep thinking about it.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the sound of brakes.

"We've arrived?" Fang Yan opened his eyes and saw that they seemed to have arrived at the station. He asked the people around him.

Li Chong then said:
"No, I just arrived in Pingyao."

Fang Yan was taken aback, glanced at his watch, and realized it was only 8:10.

The train slowly pulled into the station, and sure enough, the sign for Pingyao Station came into view.

Soon, someone came up. This time, it was an official. He went straight into Fang Yan's carriage. There were five of them in total. After looking around at the seats, they sat down near Fang Yan and his group, mainly because it was warm.

One of the middle-aged men, who seemed to be the leader, smiled and nodded at Fang Yan and the others, as if to say hello.

Fang Yan nodded in response.

Looking at Fang Yan and his companions' attire, the other person asked curiously:

"Are you a comrade from the provincial capital?"

Fang Yan hadn't expected the other person to inquire about his identity, so he smiled and said:
"No."

Upon hearing the accent, the other person knew where the speaker was from and quickly said:
"Oh my, you're from the capital?"

"College Students?"

Fang Yan saw that he was in a state of excitement and nodded:

"Yes."

The other person continued asking in dialect:

"Are you promoting that hepatitis medicine prescription?"

Fang Yan asked curiously:

"How do you know?"

The other party said:

“We only have college students like you around here, and this is the only health project being piloted right now.”

Fang Yan, after hearing his words, thought for a moment and decided to inquire about the pilot program's progress. So she asked:

"So what do you think of the results of our pilot project?"

The other person glanced at Fang Yan, then smiled and said:

"That's about it..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan frowned and asked:
"Is it not quite feasible?"

The official smiled and waved his hand, not answering the question, but instead saying:
"This matter is a bit complicated, I can't explain it well!"

PS: Here comes an 8000-word long chapter.

(End of this chapter)