Mixed in 1980

Chapter 17 Chinese Medicine Health Preservation
"What's going on? Is the magazine planning to give me a bonus?" Chen Fan joked.

In addition to royalties, are there other ways for magazines to make money?

"What are you thinking about? Let me tell you something serious. Our magazine is backed by the People's Literature Publishing House. Do you want to publish it?" Wang Wei asked.

“Can the most beautiful youth be published?”

Wang Wei pointed to four sacks of letters in the corner and said, "Once The Most Beautiful Youth was serialized, it was completely different from the core of scar literature and caused a strong response."

"Recently, writers of scar literature have been criticized one after another, and major newspapers have been praising them one after another. Their popularity has been very high, and publishers are also thinking of striking while the iron is hot."

"Doesn't it conflict with the serialization?" Chen Fan asked.

"Many serialized novels will be published. The publisher has discussed with me that they will publish the first half of the novel when the serialization is halfway through, and the second half after the serialization is completed."

"How much is the fee?" Chen Fan asked again.

"The novel is now famous enough, and the publisher is not stingy. According to the highest standard, ten yuan per thousand words is more than enough."

"That's no problem."

"The publishing house has a requirement that they will not sign the publishing contract until the manuscript is completely written and reviewed and approved," Wang Wei added.

"I will finish it as soon as possible." Chen Fan was secretly happy.

"The Most Beautiful Youth" has a total of thirty-six chapters, and twenty-seven chapters have been completed so far. Even if I take some time, I can finish the remaining nine chapters in ten days or so.

Three hundred and sixty thousand words, that works out to be an extra 3600 yuan.

In these days, it is a huge sum of money.

"There's no need to rush. The most important thing is to ensure quality and quantity. After you finish this book, what do you plan to write for the next one? Do you have a plan?" Wang Wei asked.

"I haven't finished writing this book yet. Let's talk about it after I finish it."

Many writers, when inspiration strikes while they are writing a book, may have already planned the next few books. However, for a quick shooter like Chen Fan, he probably doesn't have enough time to prepare.

Wang Wei didn't think much about it: "Then let's do this for now. You go and pay the manuscript fee, and I'll review the manuscript. If there are any problems, I'll come back to you to revise it. Is that ok?"

"It must be okay. My home is not far from here. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

Chen Fan went to settle the manuscript fee. It was 1400 words, and at yuan per thousand words, he received yuan.

Once the book is finished and I get the publishing royalties, that money will be enough to snatch away Zhang Jianjun's opportunity.

After saying hello to Wang Wei, Chen Fan moved the four snakeskin bags to the door, called a tricycle, gave the address to the driver, and asked him to help deliver it back.

Chen Fan did not follow and took the bus to Heniantang Chinese Medicine Clinic by himself.

When he was just reborn, Chen Fan had been thinking about finding a Chinese medicine doctor to regulate his body, but he had been busy reviewing, writing books, and chasing girls, so he had put it off until today.

Heniantang was established in the third year of Yongle by Ding Henian, a master of traditional Chinese medicine.

Later, the four major families of imperial physicians, Ding, Cao, Wang and Liu, successively inherited Heniantang, forming a traditional Chinese medicine health care system that integrates dietary nourishment, medicated diet, exercise and Chinese medicine diagnosis and treatment.

More than half an hour later, Chen Fan arrived at Henian Hall.

On both sides of the Heniantang plaque are plaques containing the two sentences "Regulate Yuan Qi" and "Nourish Taihe" which are the essence of Heniantang's health-preserving philosophy.

This was written by General Qi Jiguang himself.

However, not many people see Chinese medicine doctors these days, so it didn't take long for Chen Fan to get his turn. The doctor who treated him was an old Chinese medicine doctor in his sixties: Wang Hetang.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?"

"Hello, old man. I want to take care of my body. I went to the countryside to work in the production team a few years ago. The work intensity was very high and the food I ate was not enough. I am worried that I will develop a chronic disease or something."

In his previous life, Chen Fan's health was relatively normal until he was forty years old, but after forty he began to have various minor ailments, and after he was fifty, he had to go to the hospital every few days.

After the age of sixty, the hospital can no longer save him.

This is considered good for him. Among the first generation of foresters in Saihanba, many were plagued by diseases in their thirties and forties, and the average life expectancy was only 52 years.

This is the price paid for long-term working in extremely harsh environments.

For now, Chen Fan is not sick.

Wang Hetang asked about the basic situation for a while, took his pulse and checked, and confirmed that there was no serious problem with Chen Fan's body, but he was seriously deficient. He advised him to exercise properly and supplement his nutrition, and he would be fine after a while.

Nutritional supplementation is actually the problem.

This is not the later times, when ordinary families could have three meals of meat a day. Most families today only eat meat a few times a month.

Chen Musheng's conditions are pretty good. He is a level 57.5 carpenter with a salary of 1.6 yuan, but pork costs yuan per pound, and after deducting various household expenses, he can only buy meat once a week.

After Chen Fan received his royalties, he went out to buy meat every day, which enriched the nutrition at home. "Grandpa, can you give me some tonic recipes?"

Chen Fan called it conscience. If it were a hospital in the future, they would prescribe a bunch of medicine for you even if you were not sick.

"It's okay to take some tonic, it will help you recover quickly."

"Excuse me, if I want to exercise, what kind of exercise is better?"

"Running, swimming, playing ball are all fine. Don't be too intense at the beginning. You need to stretch your muscles and bones, and practice your body flexibility. Combined with dietary supplements, you will recover after a while."

"Okay, thank you!"

After expressing his sincere thanks, Chen Fan took the dietary supplement prescription and went to the medicine cabinet to get the medicine. It was a seven-day supply and he only spent fourteen dollars.

When we came out of the clinic, it was already lunchtime.

Chen Fan found a nearby state-owned restaurant to eat, so he didn't need to deliver food to Xu Jinqiu today.

When I went to deliver food yesterday, Xu Jinqiu was already waiting at the door.

After receiving it, Xu Jinqiu clearly told him not to send any more gifts. If he continued like this, he would always feel like he owed him something and they wouldn't be able to treat each other as equals.

But she also said that you can come to her anytime.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan raised the corners of his mouth. This girl is really good. If it were any other girl, she would wish that all the boys chasing after her would become her bootlickers.

After eating, Chen Fan was not in a hurry to go home. He turned to the department store and first bought a pot for decocting medicine, and then bought two children's tricycles.

A few days ago, a parent in the yard bought a small tricycle for his son, which made my youngest sister very jealous. She insisted on buying one too. As a result, my mother gave her a hard time.

How dare you sell a shabby little car made of a few pieces of iron for more than thirty yuan?
Guan Yuemei was reluctant to spend this money.

Of course Chen Fan was willing to do so. In his previous life, he was lying on a hospital bed and was taken care of by his youngest sister and niece. He had to be pampered.

If I end up having unfilial children in the future, I will still have to rely on them.

Having said that, children back then didn’t have many toys. Spinning tops, marbles, rolling hoops, kaleidoscopes, tin frogs… they were simple and crude, not nearly as exciting as those of later generations.

But for those born in the 1980s, they are all beautiful memories.

A nostalgic person born in the 80s.

When Chen Fan came back, two little girls, one big and one small, were playing tumbling rope, and they would occasionally glance at the small tricycle that was circling the yard.

Obviously, they want to play, too.

"Little sister, little girl, look what this is?"

Chen Fan was holding a small tricycle in one hand. The two little girls' eyes lit up and they immediately ran over, one calling him brother and the other calling him uncle, and they were extremely excited.

Chen Fan put the cars down, and the little ones each took one and happily walked around the yard.

"You're really good at making some money!"

Guan Yuemei was so angry that she slapped her son several times: "Why not just buy one? Why buy two? They'll cost sixty or seventy yuan each, right? Sooner or later, you'll spoil these two girls."

"That's my pleasure too."

Looking at the two girls happily walking around the yard, Chen Fan felt it was worth it.

"Just do it!"

Guan Yuemei glared at her son, and then she noticed that he was wearing a net bag with medicine jars and Chinese medicine in it. She immediately became anxious: "Are you sick?"

"No, I've been in the countryside for a few years and my health has been a little weak, so I asked a Chinese doctor to prescribe some tonic medicine, one dose a day. Can you help me boil some in the evening?"

"It's okay, just scare me."

Guan Yuemei breathed a sigh of relief and took the net bag off her son: "One more thing, you asked the tricycle to bring back four snakeskin bags this morning, what are they?"

"Where are the readers' letters?"

"I took you to the backyard. Why are so many people writing to you?" Guan Yuemei was surprised.

"More in a few days. I'll go check the letter."

Chen Fan was also quite curious about what readers would write to authors these days. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing in his two lifetimes.

　It's raining and the temperature has dropped. I caught a cold. This weather is really terrible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)