Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 908 My Wife's Book is Finished, A New Generation of Traditional Chinese Medicine Practitioners Rally (Two Chapters Combined)
After the list is finalized, the next step is the review process.

The dialect only provides a nomination, not the final result.

Of course, since it was written in a dialect, its content naturally received special consideration.

There are fifty places each for Traditional Chinese Medicine and Traditional Chinese Materia Medica. Although it sounds like a lot at first glance, it seems quite limited when spread across the entire school.

The elite class that includes the dialect group gets an extra spot, which means there's one less spot available.

However, this is also related to the individual's potential.

After all, the Nobel Prize is not distributed equally.

After submitting the list, Fang Yan prepared to leave the school.

However, before leaving, I told Li Zhengji about the foundation. Li Zhengji lives on campus and is the vice class monitor, so he was able to spread the news.

By having him relay messages, one can avoid the potential accusations of "personal interference in fund allocation" that might arise from direct self-promotion, while also leveraging the inherent credibility of the class committee member to ensure that the information is taken seriously by classmates.

Of course, knowing that Li Zhengji was one of Fang Yan's people, they immediately understood the situation after hearing Fang Yan's news.

After telling Li Zhengji the news, he was still somewhat surprised. The speed was ridiculously fast. He had only heard the news before, and it had already been done. It was as if the Huo family had so much money they didn't know what to do with it.

The efficiency of their cooperation here is also ridiculously high; they've already gotten things done so quickly and are now ready to start selecting people.

"How much money exactly?" Li Zhengji asked Fang Yan.

Fang Yan shook his head and said to Li Zhengji:
"I'm not entirely sure, but the amount shouldn't be small. The awards are tiered, with those who do scientific research definitely getting the most. If you rely solely on studying and government subsidies, you won't get as much."

"Hmm..." Li Zhengji nodded thoughtfully.

Then, speaking in dialect, he asked:

"Then do you have it?"

Fang Yan laughed when asked the question and said:
"What kind of 'Dialect Traditional Chinese Medicine Foundation' would give money to dialects themselves?"

Moreover, Fang Yan has too many ways to make money now. Representative Huo alone pays him a salary of ten thousand US dollars a month, not to mention the many finished drugs that are about to be exported.

If they can profit from other sources, they won't covet what others have.

This money is for him to win people over, not for his own use.

In addition, since the reform and opening up have not yet begun, there are not many places where money is needed.

The current funding for a dialect expert is enough, even just the fee for a temporary appointment at Dongzhimen Hospital.

The rest of the money was either distributed or saved at home.

Most of the other students who followed the dialect, while not as wealthy as the dialect speakers, were still much wealthier than the average student.

Even those who went on internships these past few days have received their paychecks.

That is, the people who went with me today ran into the China Academy of Engineering Physics.

I didn't receive any money from overseas Chinese businessmen, so I was a bit less lucky compared to others.

But actually, it was just that Lei Lian was unlucky. The other three, Lao Fan, Zhang Yanchang, and Yang Jingxiang, were already receiving salaries from Xiehe Hospital and had already received red envelopes many times.

Fang Yan originally wanted Lei Lian to get some exposure today because of her folk remedies, but she didn't capitalize on it herself.

So aside from lunch and those confidential medical cases, she didn't actually gain anything today.

Now the world where only Rairen is injured has been achieved.

Upon arriving next door, Fang Yan didn't drive back. Instead, he went to the Secret Formula Research Institute to check on things. He Puren was still there learning about the production line from the factory workers.

He didn't actually need to learn this, since he only needed to assign tasks. However, he still came to learn the specific operating methods.

I learned about some of the things this production line can do.

Including approximate production volume and some routine maintenance.

The main purpose is to prevent us from making assumptions and giving our subordinates an impossible task when assigning tasks. Although the workers may not say anything at the time, they will inevitably curse us later.

This also shows that He Puren is very serious and responsible about this job.

The production plan here is three shifts, two rotations, and can be started 24 hours a day.

However, this is a trial production run, so it's basically time to leave work.

Fang Yan checked the time and told the workers to go home.

Everyone said they were almost done and would call it a day once the last batch of materials was finished.

Fang Yan said to He Puren:
"Then you shouldn't stay here and keep an eye on things. Come to my house for a meal, and I'll drive you home later."

He Puren waved his hand and said:

"No need to trouble yourself. I already called home this afternoon. They'll be coming over later with some household items to help me set up. I plan to take them out for dinner at the research institute's cafeteria tonight."

As he spoke, he glanced down at his watch and continued:

“My family just got off work and should be here in about half an hour. I’ll wait here for the workers to finish their work, and then we’ll go home together. You can go home first.”

Hearing him say that, Fang Yan stopped insisting and said to him:
"Then you'll have to trouble yourself."

He Puren smiled and waved goodbye to Fang Yan. Seeing his serious and responsible work attitude, Fang Yan's initial worries gradually subsided.

With such a reliable person around, the work of the secret formula research institute can surely proceed smoothly, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and become a "hands-off manager".

Fang Yan then drove home.

As soon as I entered, Anton and Zhao Zhengyi were already waiting for class to begin.

My mother was cooking in the kitchen when Lao Hu and Huang Huijie arrived in the main hall.

Fang Yan greeted them and then went to teach Anton and Zhao Zhengyi.

Fang Yan came out after half an hour of class.

I was just about to talk to Lao Hu about the factory in Chaoyang Dongba.

At this moment, Zhu Lin, the wife, suddenly remembered something and said to Fang Yan:

"By the way, someone called looking for you this afternoon."

Fang Yan turned to look at her and asked:

"Who?"

Zhu Lin said:

"Old Ji from the Palace Museum Research Institute."

Fang Yan then remembered that he had asked the Vice Minister of Health that morning to invite Lao Ji to the foreign affairs dinner on the weekend.

"Oh, right, I need to call him first," Fang Yan said to Lao Hu, then went back into the study.

After dialing the phone number at Lao Ji's home.

"Hey, Lao Ji, it's me," Fang Yan said into the phone.

"Dialect?" Old Ji's tired voice came through the phone.

He said in dialect:

"Yes...you called me this afternoon?"

Old Ji said:

"I received a notification after lunch that the Ministry of Health is coordinating with you to attend a foreign affairs reception this weekend."

The dialect response was:

"Yes, I met a Japanese man, a disciple of Yumoto Kyushin and a leading figure in Japanese Kampo medicine... Otsuka Keisetsu."

"You came here to discuss the secret formula with me, the one I used to treat Zhou Zhaoqin. I thought you also have a background in antiques and ancient books, especially those that were lost to other countries. I wanted you to come along so we could ask them to bring those ancient books back."

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Lao Ji asked:

"You want to trade the secret formula for the ancient book?"

That's actually what he cares about.

He said in dialect:

"No, those ancient books were stolen by them. We are representing the family and asking the thieves to return our belongings. Do we have to exchange them for these secret books?"

"You just need to make a list, and then I'll ask him for the items. If they don't even have the sincerity to return them, then the secret recipe I have is out of the question."

Old Ji burst out laughing on the other end of the phone after hearing the dialect spoken:
"Haha, I get it! That's more like it! Give him a fart!"

"Okay, then. Get ready, I'll drive over to pick you up on Saturday night," Fang Yan said.

Old Ji agreed over the phone:

"Okay, I'll go prepare the list."

Then Fang Yan hung up the phone.

Then he came out of the room.

After entering the living room, Fang Yan asked Lao Hu:

"By the way, how's things going in Chaoyang Dongba?"

Old Hu said to the dialect:

"The expert you called over to help is really capable. The production line installation speed increased immediately after he started working on it."

The dialect indicated that he was referring to Professor Chen Keji.

He smiled and said:

"Of course, he's a top expert too. At last year's Ministry of Health mid-year conference, he received more achievement awards than I did."

"Ordinary people really can't get him to come."

Fang Yan then chatted with Lao Hu about the fund.

"We currently lack the capacity to attract promising TCM practitioners, but I plan to continue using the fund to support and invest in them. Once they have grown, our company should also be established, and when the pie is bigger, it will be easier to absorb them."

"It's like building our talent pool."

Fang Yan revealed his plans to Lao Hu.

However, Lao Hu still had some different opinions after hearing this.

“I’m still not entirely at ease with the fund being controlled by the Huo family. After all, if they lose money or run into financial difficulties, our plan will be ruined.”

"You need to understand the risks of relying on a single source of funding. Completely binding the talent development program to the Huo family foundation is like putting all your eggs in one basket."

"Even if we don't say that the Huo family will collapse, the entire talent reserve system for traditional Chinese medicine will face collapse due to the Huo family's business strategy adjustment, such as shifting to other investment areas, changes in the international situation, or the interruption of support from Hong Kong investment policies."

"Moreover, this is only the support of the eldest branch of the Huo family, not Old Huo's support."

He paused and said:

"I think...why don't we set up our own fund too?"

Fang Yan stroked his chin, understanding Lao Hu's concerns, and asked:
"We have so much money now, how about establishing a fund of the same size?"

Old Hu scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"Well, if we're talking about reaching the scale that the Huo family is supporting, then things are a little tight right now."

Fang Yan spoke to him:
"Let's wait and see. The Huo family shouldn't have any problems in the short term, at least for the next few years."

After hearing this, Lao Hu could only nod.

We had dinner at Fangyan's house that evening.

Old Hu and his wife went back to Xiehe Hospital. Fang Yan originally planned to read in the study, but his wife told him that her book was finished and she wanted him to take a look and see how it was written.

"Come on, quickly take a look and see if there's anything that needs to be revised. This is my first time writing a book, so if there's anything wrong, you, the top scholar, must point it out to me."

Fang Yan was pulled into the study by his wife, who then proudly presented him with a large stack of manuscripts.

"What my wife writes is of course the best!" Fang Yan praised her without thinking twice. Actually, he had already read part of it before his wife even finished writing it.

The emotional dimension is excellent, but the structure is somewhat loose, as it seems to be written down whatever comes to mind.

Furthermore, Her Majesty is completely ignorant of some aspects of traditional Chinese medicine in dialects.

For example, the story of how they helped her get treatment at Peking Union Medical College Hospital. (See Chapter 339)
She misunderstood the statement that "all violence and rigidity belong to the wind".

As a slice-of-life novel, it is excellent, vividly recording the details of her life with Fang Yan.

However, it's not quite suitable as a book on success.

There is no guidance.

The theme is unclear.

However, since it is the Queen's first book, Fang Yan thinks it's better to praise it.

"Hmm...very good," Fang Yan said to Zhu Lin.

"Really?" Zhu Lin looked at him with some skepticism.

I almost forgot, my wife can tell whether I'm telling the truth or lying.

Fang Yan stroked his chin and said seriously:
"If it were me, I would definitely give it a perfect score, but from an editor's perspective, there are still some areas where this book needs improvement."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin quickly asked:
"Where?"

"This is now called a lifelike narrative style, and it can be read as a novel, but our original purpose was to write a guidebook to teach people how to provide support to their husbands step by step."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

"Understood!" Zhu Lin was also very smart and nodded immediately.

He asked in dialect:

"Shall I revise it again?"

When Fang Yan heard his wife ask this question, he knew that it was definitely impossible to change it.

He said:
"I don't think it's really necessary to make any changes. It's actually quite good as a novel. Why don't we publish it as a novel ourselves?"

Zhu Lin received a satisfactory answer and nodded with a smile:

"Okay, I'll do as you say, treat it like a novel!"

"Mmm..." Fang Yan nodded.

Zhu Lin said:

"Then I'll check for typos and submit it."

Fortunately, I didn't dampen my wife's enthusiasm; positive feedback is the primary driving force, after all.

Minor errors that are harmless are considered perfectly acceptable by the dialect.

That way, if my wife is happy, I'll be happy too.

Win-win!

……

The next day soon came.

Zhu Lin actually got up very early today, waking up with Fang Yan. While Fang Yan was doing his morning exercise, she was making breakfast in the kitchen.

I made steamed buns and xiaolongbao again.

It seems that the Queen was very pleased with the recognition of her first book last night.

Now, just like she wrote in her book, she has started preparing breakfast for the whole family.

"Honey, don't overwork yourself, someone's making breakfast!" Fang Yan rushed to the kitchen before finishing her morning exercise, taking over the chores from Zhu Lin and giving her instructions. Since Zhu Lin became pregnant, the whole family has tacitly shared the housework, and breakfast is usually prepared by her mother, He Huiru, or her mother-in-law, Fu Zhaojun.

"Don't worry, I'm not some delicate young lady," Zhu Lin said with a smile.

“When my mom was pregnant with me, she not only had to go to work and do housework, but also take care of my older brother. Now I have help, and I only work half a day, so it's much easier for me than for her. Appropriate exercise is also good for the baby's development.”

Fang Yan nodded in agreement as she deftly began wrapping buns. In no time, the cutting board was neatly arranged with them. Looking at the pile of buns, Zhu Lin couldn't help but tease, "You're so fast!"

Just then, Fang Yan suddenly remembered something, turned around and said seriously, "By the way, you need to revise your novel!"

"Huh?" Zhu Lin looked surprised. He had said last night that it didn't need to be changed.

"You haven't written enough about me cooking," Fang Yan said seriously.
"We should add more content to better showcase my image as a foodie who loves life!"

Zhu Lin couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing Fang Yan's words.

After steaming the buns and rolls, Fang Yan helped make the morning's nourishing porridge.

Old Zhu's health-preserving porridge is now a staple in our home.

After drinking it for a long time, everyone felt the benefits.

Moreover, from the beginning until now, Fangyan has always insisted on using authentic medicinal herbs, which makes the effect even better.

However, the money spent on this aspect is more than that for other non-authentic medicinal materials.

Just as breakfast was about to be prepared, the school staff arrived.

Besides Yuan Qingshan, Zhu Lina, Zhao Zhongzhen, and Pang Hong, there was also Fang Yaozhong, the teacher who led the team this time.

Lao Fang, a fellow Chongqing native, really enjoys speaking the local dialect. He even felt a little regretful when the classes were divided into different dialects.

I didn't expect him to come and observe this time.

It was their first time visiting Fang Yan's home, and they were surprised to find that it was so big.

Moreover, there was a group of people doing morning exercises in the morning.

Fang Yan invited them to sit in the main hall, and then breakfast was ready.

Today, Zhu Lin made the dough and filling, and Fang Yan made the buns.

Some of the dishes didn't show up well because of the local dialect, but the taste was still good, and the quality was much better than what I had at school.

These people were eating breakfast at home, speaking in their local dialect, and the contrast with what they ate at school became immediately apparent.

The buns don't contain vegetables; they contain meat.

They are all small and exquisite.

The dough is so thin that you can see the texture of the pink meat filling inside. The eighteen pleats at the seam are marked with "air holes" specially left by the local dialect. This was designed so that the filling of pork cracklings mixed with shepherd's purse could slowly seep out golden oil.

When you bite into it, you first taste the soft and chewy texture of the dough softened by the steam, followed by the finely chopped minced meat melting on your tongue.

The freshly steamed flower rolls were steaming with wisps of white mist. The dough was folded into eighteen fine pleats by the skillful hands of the local dialect, and each pleat contained amber-colored sesame oil and fresh green scallions.

The steam, mixed with the aroma of wheat, and the spicy fragrance of salt and pepper wafted to the tip of the nose.

Take a bite, and the inside is so soft it melts on your tongue. The slightly sour aftertaste unique to fermented dough even has a hint of sweetness.

When Zhu Lin tasted it, he also felt that some local dialects should indeed be added to the book regarding food.

With such wonderful qualities, it would be a shame not to praise him.

And Zhu Lao's health-preserving porridge is now a specialty of Fang Yan's family.

Even those who practice traditional Chinese medicine can't help but ask.

They told them in dialect that this was the health-preserving secret of Zhu Liangchun, the "Five Poisons Doctor".

Upon hearing this, everyone showed expressions of surprise.

Then, Fang Yan would tell them about the relationship between his wife and Zhu Liangchun.

This secret recipe was an engagement gift from Mr. Zhu to them.

Then everyone realized what had happened.

Breakfast was also eaten with great enjoyment, even Lao Fang did.

The breakfast at school was slightly better for the teachers than for the students, but that was about it.

There was absolutely no dialect spoken at home; the family was well-off.

The oil and fat of a whole week don't even amount to what Fang Yan's family makes in the morning.

Not to mention the other students, even though these few are all from Beijing, they can only afford a decent meal when they go back home on weekends.

Even for those whose families are slightly less well-off, it's hard to say.

After all, some of them are already married and have children at home who need to be fed.

Only a minority of people have the opportunity to speak a dialect.

Of course, only a few people possess his medical skills.

"Brother Fang, I heard the deputy squad leader mention that foundation yesterday..."

"It's the Dialect Traditional Chinese Medicine Foundation."

He said, "You submitted our list?"

"..."

Seeing the four of them staring at him expectantly, Fang Yan nodded and confirmed:
"Yes, it's been submitted."

“You all entered the school with excellent grades and have a solid foundation. My foundation’s support will reduce your worries and allow you to study harder, so I recommended you.”

"However, this review process is a fair and impartial platform. They will judge based on your overall performance. Just because I recommend you and nominate you doesn't guarantee you'll be accepted..."

"Understood, understood!" The group immediately beamed with joy.

The latter part, as it's said in the dialect, is something everyone understands.

We must say this to others; that's what fairness and justice mean.

But people aren't stupid. Would someone nominated by Fang Yan, a member of the Fangyan Traditional Chinese Medicine Foundation, be rejected?

What kind of international joke are you kidding?
That's impossible. If someone is nominated by a dialect, then they're guaranteed to win.

Although I don't know how much money it will be, it will definitely be enough to make their lives better.

Everyone was filled with gratitude towards Fang Yan, their class monitor.

That's why so many people are willing to speak in dialects.

Those around him all receive tangible benefits; it's like he gets the meat while others get the soup.

No, that's not accurate either.

It should be that people in the local dialect eat meat, and others can also eat meat.

As long as the dialect is understood, everyone can sit at the same table and share meat.

Fang Yaozhong watched as Fang Yan won over these students and gave him an approving look. When he was working on that Western-style Chinese learning project, he had forgotten this important step.

If we can win over more people, then things might actually work out.

There is strength in numbers. We should unite all forces that can be united. Mr. Ziren has already given the correct answer, but we still copied the wrong answer when we were copying homework.

He could tell that Fang Yan was an ambitious person, and that the things he was doing were probably similar to what he had done in the past.

He stood by and observed silently.

Let's see when we can lend a hand.

I came here today to see the true level of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in my local dialect. Although everyone says he's good, I still want to see it for myself.

PS: As of the time of publication, I have received 800 more monthly votes (currently 6000), so I owe you another 16000 words.

I currently owe everyone a total of 67000 words.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)