Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 953 Authentic Maoshan Taoist Medicine and Acupuncture Techniques: Don't You Believe in the Perspective of Local Dialects? (Two Chapters Combined)
That's how Daikin's job was arranged.

Now all we have to do is wait for him to be discharged from the hospital.

He himself didn't know that because of this one fight, his fate suddenly took a turn.

Fang Yan originally planned to let him spend more time in the library to temper his temper.

Looking back now, it's actually not so bad.

At least the dialect sounds pretty good.

What follows is an era that demands intelligence, but also drive and passion.

It's not necessarily a good thing to completely wear down your personality.

There's no reason to keep bothering someone like Lao Hu with dialect.

After discussing the matter of Dajin, everyone started talking about Wang Jing's plan to set up a foundation.

Huang Huijie knows Wang Jin, and Lao Hu naturally knows him too.

Upon hearing that Wang Jin was actually going to invest in a traditional Chinese medicine foundation project for Fang Yan, Lao Hu hurriedly asked Fang Yan what exactly he had done. Only after hearing that Fang Yan had treated Wang Shusen did he realize what had happened.

"No wonder he was willing to invest. Wang Shusen is his strategist. He advises on many things. However, Wang Shusen is not in good health. If something happens to him, many of Wang Jin's business plans and strategies will be greatly affected."

"Your ability to cure Wang Shusen is equivalent to saving half of Wang Jin's business. No wonder he was willing to invest this money; it's only right and proper for him to do so."

“First, by investing in you, we can help their family obtain the high-end medical resources they need. Second, we can show his father-in-law that he is willing to do anything for his father-in-law’s health. Third, we can enhance their family’s reputation in China. In particular, if this matter is successfully handled, many people will compare them with the Huo family’s foundation. This is a very clever move!”

Listening to Lao Hu's analysis, Lao Fan and Yuan Qingshan were dumbfounded.

I feel like these rich people have so many tricks up their sleeves. Even with just this one thing, there are so many twists and turns behind it.

Sure enough, not a single penny was wasted.

Now they're starting to wonder if there's something deeper going on with the money they received.

After thinking about it for a while, I still couldn't figure it out, so I just kept eating in silence.

Anyway, the money has already been received, so the other party can't possibly ask for it back.

Furthermore, there was some money that was given to Fangyan by others, and then Fangyan distributed it to them.

Both of them breathed a sigh of relief upon thinking about it this way.

If someone as clever as Fang Yan has already accepted it, then it means there shouldn't be any major problems with them accepting it.

They believed that if Fang Yan knew anything about the scheme, he would definitely warn them. Even if he didn't warn them, as the leader, he would surely help them clean up the mess.

As for why I think that way?
Isn't it obvious?
The library warrior Da Jin, who fought a fierce battle with the Vietnamese monkeys today, is their role model. What Fang Yan was talking about with Lao Hu at the dinner table was to cover for Da Jin.

They also knew that Fang Yan had been trying to find a solution for Da Jin ever since he learned about the matter.

Unbeknownst to them, Fang Yan had done something similar to "spending a fortune to buy bones".

This can be considered an unexpected surprise.

However, he was unaware that he was still chatting with Lao Hu about Wang Jin.

Hu Jin knows more about Wang Jin than he does about his wife, Huang Huijie.

However, he was rather subjective, believing that Wang Jin's achievements today were largely due to the people around him, and not so much to his own abilities and vision.

To put it nicely, he's surrounded by experts.

To put it bluntly, Wang Jin is a player who wins by doing nothing.

Of course, these are all Lao Hu's own opinions, and the dialect is only used as a reference.

Next, Fang Yan didn't forget about An Dong and Zhao Zhengyi.

I was asking Lao Fan and Yuan Qingshan about the making of Taoist gold needles.

"Didn't you make one before?" Old Fan asked curiously.

Fang Yan shook his head and said:
"Mine was made by imitating your needle set. It looks the same on the outside, but I don't know if the internal details are the same."

“Previously, I thought the core value of gold needles lay in achieving the therapeutic effect of ‘nourishing without being drastic’ through gentle and lasting stimulation, especially in conditioning a cold constitution and chronic diseases. Compared with silver needles, the application of gold needles always closely follows the principle of ‘harmony between man and nature’. But now I think it should be more than that, there should be other considerations.”

After he finished speaking, he paused and then said:

"At the very least, it should also have the function of isolating pathogenic factors."

"So my system is only similar in appearance, but it doesn't actually achieve the exact same function."

After hearing this, Lao Fan nodded. Today, he had also experienced a sudden bout of illness.

However, he was a little confused at this moment, and he said to Fang Yan:

"It's not that I'm being coy, it's just that I really don't know how they're made. The gold needles I have are all family heirlooms."

After saying that, he turned to Yuan Qingshan beside him and asked:
"Qingshan, do you know how to make gold needles?"

Yuan Qingshan put down his chopsticks and said:

“The golden needles from Maoshan are not quite the same as the ones you use. You are in Sichuan and I am in Jiangsu, so the methods of making golden needles are definitely different.”

"What Brother Fang wants is the production method from your side."

He said in dialect:

"It doesn't necessarily have to be the Taoist acupuncture needles from Sichuan, as long as they can ward off illness."

Yuan Qingshan said:
"I don't know if this can block the pathogenic energy, but I've never experienced the feeling of pathogenic energy rising upwards. I don't know if this will work?"

Fang Yan nodded and said:
“Okay, I’ll make two sets of needles for Justice and Anton.”

"Since it is authentic Maoshan Golden Needle, it should be able to ward off illness."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Qingshan said:

"No problem, I'll write down the production method for you right away."

"You need to find a reliable goldsmith, prepare cinnabar and gold, and choose an auspicious day to get it done."

Old Hu, who was listening nearby, asked curiously:
"Is it really that mystical? Even the timing is required?"

Yuan Qingshan said:
"Of course we have them. We can't afford to wait until it's too late, can we?"

"A well-made gold needle can be passed down for generations."

"Just like when a new house is being built or a couple is getting married, everyone has to look at the almanac and carefully choose an auspicious day. The same goes for the golden needle. In fact, not only do you have to choose an auspicious day, but you also have to choose an auspicious time."

"The better the item, the more attention should be paid to it."

Hearing this, Lao Hu finally understood.

He nodded in agreement with Yuan Qingshan's statement.

Next, Yuan Qingshan taught Fang Yan the production techniques.

Then he spoke to the dialect:

"The materials used for this needle are very particular. It has to be pure gold with a purity of 99.99%. Each needle requires about 3.8 to 4.2 grams of gold."

"Let's talk about the ingredients: the cinnabar powder has to be ground from the raw stone of the Guizhou cinnabar mine, and then it has to be sieved through a 200-mesh sieve; the mulberry charcoal has to be made from three-year-old mulberry wood, and it has to be cut neatly with a diameter of 5 centimeters; the white atractylodes gum is even more troublesome, as it has to be made from fresh white atractylodes."

"The shape of the needles also has a description, which is based on the ancient book 'Ling Shu Nine Needles and Twelve Origins': the filiform needle is 1.5 inches long, about 3.8 centimeters, about the thickness of a hair, and 0.25 millimeters in diameter; the sharp needle is triangular, and the angle of the blade must be precisely 58 degrees; the tip of the tung needle is oval, with a radius of curvature of 1.2 millimeters."

"Then the gold refining process begins. The gold nugget is thrown into a graphite crucible, and mulberry charcoal is used to heat it until it turns bluish-green, turning it into molten gold. Then a little silver is added, about 0.03%, to make the gold harder. While heating, it is stirred for 15 minutes to remove all the impurities."

"Then it is drawn into wire by a wire drawing plate. It has to go through 36 cold forging processes. The amount of pressure applied each time cannot exceed 8%, otherwise the gold pattern will break."

"After making the needles, soak them in a cinnabar mixture. The ratio of alcohol to water in this mixture is 3:7. After soaking, take them out and air dry them in the shade. Then bake them at a high temperature of 750℃ and insert them into borneol powder to cool while they are still hot."

"Finally, we found a skilled goldsmith who, wearing a magnifying glass, engraved air channels on the needle."

"The main groove needs to be carved to a depth of about 0.02 millimeters, with the spiral pattern twisted at 15 degrees, so that it is not easy to wobble when inserting the needle; the auxiliary grooves are carved in a plum blossom shape, arranged in concentric circles."

"After it's done, it still needs to be tested. You have to bend the needle to 160 degrees and let it spring back straight on its own. It can't be even slightly bent. Then you have to insert it into a gallnut solution and see how quickly the liquid climbs up the needle. The faster it climbs, the better the needle's gas-conducting effect. Only when it passes all these tests can the needle be considered complete."

After watching the whole process, Fang Yan was speechless. No wonder it used to be Taoists who did alchemy and pill making. The requirements were much stricter than the gold needle replica that he had Lao Ji make!
"Do you Taoist priests also use this kind of unit?" Old Hu asked Yuan Qingshan.

Yuan Qingshan scratched his head and said:
"Brother Hu, I also got into university through the college entrance examination..."

Old Hu was taken aback, then burst into laughter:

"Haha, sorry, sorry... I always thought you Taoists were the kind of reclusive masters who lived deep in the mountains and forests, oblivious to the world around you."

"When I hear that Taoist priests also take the college entrance exam, I always feel like there's something wrong with the sentence."

"..." Yuan Qingshan was speechless.

After saying that, Lao Hu said to Fang Yan:

"But goldsmiths of this caliber are probably hard to find!"

He said in dialect:

"It's alright, the Palace Museum has the best goldsmiths, they should be able to make it."

Fang Yan then carefully put away the paper, intending to give it to Lao Ji when she had time, so that he could help her get it out.

After everyone finished dinner, those who were supposed to go back to school went back to school, and those who were supposed to go back to their dormitories went back to their dormitories.

Only Old Hu and his wife are still at Fangyan's house.

Huang Huijie insisted that Lao Hu also take a look at the book written by Zhu Lin.

They say it's so well-written, so full of life.

There are also many tips on mindset adjustment, which she feels are very worthwhile to learn.

It's just so good, it should be translated into various languages ​​and released both domestically and internationally.

Judging from her demeanor, Fang Yan seemed determined to spend money and forcefully promote a female writer.

Then the couple started researching it.

After finishing their meal, Fang Yan had more important business to attend to: calling Director Liao to schedule a doctor's appointment.

His health was also related to his future, and at this moment, Fang Yan and Lao Hu empathized with Wang Jin, the "lying-down-and-winning dog" they were talking about.

Fang Yan checked the time, unsure whether Director Liao was home at the moment.

However, I still made the call.

The person who answered the phone was Secretary Zhou, and Fang Yan knew that Director Liao must have gone home.

Fang Yan exchanged a few pleasantries with Secretary Zhou on the phone before explaining that he wanted to see Director Liao.

"Okay, just a moment." Secretary Zhou said to Fang Yan, then hung up the phone and went to find Director Liao.

A moment later, Director Liao answered the phone:
"Hey, Fangyan! I heard you called today, right?"

The dialect responded:
"Yes, I wanted to ask you for a favor back then, but the matter has already been resolved."

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then said:
"Yes, I heard about it. One of your people at school got beaten up."

"Is it all sorted out now?"

Director Liao is well-informed, but judging from his pause, it seems he's asking someone else. If I'm not mistaken, it should be Secretary Zhou reporting to him.

The dialect responded:
"It should have been resolved, but I haven't looked into the follow-up yet."

Hearing this, Director Liao became somewhat curious:
"So why are you calling now?"

Fang Yan reminded him:

"Do you remember when I told you last time that I wanted to give you a full physical examination? I'd like to ask when you have time recently, I'd like to give you a full physical examination."

Upon hearing this, Director Liao finally came to his senses and asked:

"Oh, about that... how about tomorrow?"

Fang Yan was taken aback, not expecting that Director Liao's time slot was so close, so he replied:
"Sure! When are you free tomorrow?"

Director Liao said:
"Let's come tomorrow morning. I'll come with the overseas Chinese businessman who's going to see a doctor tomorrow, and I'll be last in line."

The dialect response was:

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Fang Yan was about to hang up when Director Liao asked:
"Don't you have anything else to say?"

Fang Yan thought for a moment, wondering if there was anything else he hadn't said.
Then he remembered:
"Oh, how are things on the Japanese side?"

Director Liao laughed and said:
"Haha, I knew you'd ask that."

Fang Yan was speechless; in truth, he wasn't paying much attention to the Japanese side either.

Everything was proceeding according to plan, with Secretary Xia and the others handling it.

Director Liao said:
"They haven't made any moves. These people are very sensible and won't affect their Socialist Party's visit. But about that call to the American doctor you mentioned, I think we should wait a bit."

Fang Yan was just thinking that Secretary Xia might have messed up the execution of the plan when Director Liao spoke up the next second.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yan asked hurriedly.

Director Liao said:
"Right now, things are a bit sensitive at the higher-ups. Some leadership positions haven't been decided yet, and some leaders have some opinions about your idea."

"I think we should wait until things are more stable before implementing it."

Fang Yan thought about it and realized that there had indeed been some major changes in the leadership at the top.

he asked:
"When will things stabilize?"

Director Liao hadn't expected Fang Yan to ask so directly.

This young man shouldn't be stupid, so this action can only be explained by Fang Yan's great trust in him.

Director Liao was quite pleased to think of this.

He also smiled and spoke frankly:
"It will take at least three months, or at most the end of the year. We can't make any big moves during this period."

Dialect should be used:

"Okay, I listen to you."

Director Liao hummed in agreement, then spoke to Fang Yan:

"Of course, if you have other solutions, you can also bring them up. If they are suitable and have a minor impact, after evaluation, if they are feasible, I can help you move forward with them."

This was originally intended to be considerate of Fang Yan's feelings, but Fang Yan responded with:
"Okay, let me think, there should be a way."

Director Liao was taken aback.

Well, I have to admit, it really is a brain that gets full marks in all five subjects.

In just that short time, I already had an idea.

Director Liao said:
"Okay, let's meet tomorrow to discuss the details."

The dialect response was:

"Okay, you should get some rest too."

After speaking in his dialect, he hung up the phone and then took out his unfinished work, "Fragments of the Yongle Encyclopedia," to ponder.

Based on the dialect analysis, what Director Liao just said should be about generating electricity for Henry in the United States.

It wasn't because I was afraid that getting the ancient books back would affect my relationship with the Japan Socialist Party or with Japan.

So the premise is that someone at the top doesn't want the Americans involved.

That's why I have objections to the idea of ​​using dialects.

Fang Yan thought for a moment, and wondered how to get the Americans to send the ancient books back if they weren't involved.

Perhaps the only way to spread information is through Hu Jintao's media outlets in Hong Kong.

This is somewhat like Jiang Taigong fishing. Regardless of whether the person who takes the bait is an American or a Japanese, as long as he didn't actively seek out the American, the higher-ups have no reason to cause him trouble.

In fact, given Fang Yan's current exceptional achievements, even if he secretly sent a telegram to Henry, the probability of others causing him trouble is very small.

The first dialect was spoken for the sake of the country, and the starting point was good.

The current medical advancements in the second dialect are a basic guarantee of health for many people.

Based on these two points alone, anyone who tries to cause trouble is out of their mind.

Of course, we still have to save face; it's okay to use dialects a little more often.

Having figured this out, Fang Yan picked up his pen again and quickly began transcribing the information from the Yongle Encyclopedia that he had memorized. After Fang Yan finished writing, he would give a copy to Lao Ji.

I'll ask him for help then, and we can make two sets of gold needles.

Fang Yan was writing furiously on one side, while Lao Hu on the other side kept praising Zhu Lin's writing.

"Well written! It's definitely up to professional standards. No wonder you come from a scholarly family. Even as a doctor, your literary skills are quite high!"

Zhu Lin smiled and said to them:
"You two should just keep praising me without any conscience."

He Huiru, who was holding the sixth child, and Fu Zhaojun, who was watching TV, shook their heads with smiles, taking it as a joke by Hu Daohu and his wife.

As a result, Hu Daohu took the manuscript and said seriously:
"Really, this isn't just talk; it's really well-written."

"I feel I'm ready to publish it."

Zhu Lin said:

"Fangyan also said that I don't have enough details about my daily life."

Huang Huijie said:
"He gets full marks on his essays, how can you compare yourself to someone like that? That's just asking for trouble!"

Hu Daohu nodded in agreement:
"Yes, if we're going to compete, we should compete with others."

Who is Fang Yan? He's the kind of person who's all-around perfect. Trying to compete with him is just asking for trouble.

Hu Daohu said:
"This version is great. It still focuses on Fang Yan himself, giving me another perspective on Fang Yan. This is a really good book!"

Huang Huijie said:
"It contains the wisdom of life, as well as the secrets of a good relationship between husband and wife."

The couple sang in harmony.

Hu Daohu gave his wife a thumbs-up and said:
"That's a great line. I think if this line were written on the cover, targeting married women, it would definitely become a hit in the industry."

"Haha, so I'm famous now too, right?" Huang Huijie said happily.

I haven't had such a happy chat in a long time since I got pregnant. Today, at Fangyan's house, I first cooked a meal for Lao Hu, and then we read Zhu Lin's novel together. That's when the two of them finally got together.

I heard the couple singing in unison.

Zhu Lin said:

"You guys are so serious, I'm taking it all seriously."

Huang Huijie immediately stated with certainty:

"That has to be taken seriously! Do you think I and Lao Hu are just joking?"

Old Hu also said:
"That's right, that's right, I'm very serious."

After saying that, he addressed Huang Huijie:
“Honey, I think we should just buy the development rights to this book, and then find someone to release it overseas first. We can release the book right after the movie and TV series about the dialect is released, and I guarantee it will be a hit.”

Before Huang Huijie could answer, Zhu Lin generously stated:
"Why buy copyrights? If you're willing, I'll just give them to you for free."

"Anyway, I just wrote it for fun."

As a result, Huang Huijie grabbed Zhu Lin's hand and said:
"No, you still have to pay me. You wrote this word by word; it's all the result of your hard work."

After saying that, she turned to her man and said:

"I think we shouldn't buy the copyright. Let's develop it together. We can split the profits."

Upon hearing this, Lao Hu slapped his thigh:
"Hey, that's a great idea!"

Fu Zhaojun, who was listening to their conversation, said:

"You two are just making a fool of yourselves..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Huijie retorted:

“Auntie, we’re not making this up. Linlin definitely has a talent for this. Don’t forget that she wrote it because of the dialect.”

"Don't you understand his keen eye for people?"

The Hu couple also learned about the legends surrounding the ability to discern dialects.

In Zhu Lin's novel, she wrote about how Fang Yan, through her keen observation, rewrote the original fates of her eldest sister's family and her younger brother.

He's practically a reincarnation of a talent scout.

Even Lao Hu himself felt this way; Fang Yan had just too many talented people around him.

And the number is increasing. I really don't know what kind of talents will be selected after the graduate program reopens and goes through another round of screening.

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhaojun nodded in deep agreement:

"That's true..."

Zhu Lin asked curiously:
"Do people really watch their everyday family life?"

Huang Huijie nodded and emphasized:
"Yes, of course! It's full of wisdom!"

Hearing this, Zhu Lin felt much more confident.

Yes, it was her husband, Fang Yan, who made her write the book. If she doesn't believe in herself, how could she not believe in him?
Can't your own child have a literary genius as a mother?

Anyway, Lao Hu and his group have the ability to help me now.

The opportunity has been offered so readily, how could I possibly refuse?
Thinking of this, she steeled herself and said:
"Then let's listen to you and give it a try!"

PS: The basic chapter of 6000 words has been updated.

There will be an extra chapter later.

(End of this chapter)