Siheyuan: The farm in my mind is in your hands.

Chapter 309: Who are you busy with?

"I think what you said makes sense, but it needs to be analyzed in light of our current economic situation."

Wu Xiang said this after writing the three letters KPI in the notebook.

There is pressure only when there is competition, and there is motivation only when there is pressure. This is not only true for humans, but also for animals in nature.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

"We can study those things later. What we need to solve now is the problems faced by our barefoot doctors."

The old man has always been pragmatic. Since he has discovered a problem, he will try his best to solve it right away.

Chen Jianghe thought for a moment and said, "In fact, it is not difficult to stop the phenomenon of hoarding. We just need to spread the word that this book will be printed in a certain number of copies within a certain period of time, and then everyone will have more than enough copies.

Once everyone sees that this is not a limited edition, they will naturally stop scrambling for it. Besides, it’s useless to buy too many. One copy is enough for one family.”

Wu Xiang and the old man nodded one after another. All that was left was to do a good job of publicity when distributing the books and tell everyone not to fight for them, and the matter would be resolved satisfactorily.

"We started out with the goal of solving the problem of poor medical conditions in remote areas, but we didn't expect that the city would become popular before the countryside did."

People in the slum where Xiao Fang lived were also talking about the book. Those who had bought it were showing off to their heart's content, and those who couldn't buy it were trying every possible means to buy it.

There are people who are willing to pay more than the list price just to get it one day earlier.

"To be honest, how many people in the countryside can read? It's great to have one educated person in every ten miles of the village. Even if we don't charge for the books we send out, for the illiterate people, they are no different from rubbing paper."

The old man hit the nail on the head.

The literacy work has not yet been fully launched. We must first solve the food problem, and then the spiritual construction work. Things must be prioritized.

“My words may be a little blunt, but the truth is there. So when it comes to allocating resources to remote areas, I think the initial investment should focus on medical supplies.

The book "Barefoot Doctors" should be distributed directly and free of charge to real barefoot doctors to help them actively solve the problem. "

Wu Xiang made a direct decision that in the future, books would still be charged in the city, but people should be made aware that the book was not difficult to buy and there was no need to pay a high price.

Rural doctors can receive free books directly with their certificates and letters of introduction, and the supplies of some commonly used medicines must also be updated in a timely manner.

"What Prime Minister Wu said is absolutely correct. Sooner or later, we will realize free medical care for all!"

The old man looked at Chen Jianghe with sharp eyes, "Little friend, the realization of this mission requires your strong support!"

Not only the old man, but even Wu Xiang and Xiao Fang looked at Chen Jianghe. This man had a "treasure box" in his pocket. To achieve economic take-off in a short period of time, they could not do without the other party's technical support.

Chen Jianghe quickly stood still and shouted, "I guarantee that I will complete the mission!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

See this.

Wu Xiang and the old man both showed satisfied smiles, and even Xiao Fang blushed slightly. He was Chen Jianghe's right-hand man and was sure to be a witness of an era.

Thinking of this, Xiao Fang immediately changed his mind: "I guarantee to complete the task!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

……

"Well, now that we've finished talking about business, does the reward we just discussed still count?"

Chen Jianghe scratched his head embarrassedly. He had already received a calligraphy work, but he had two sets of Dahaosi!

Not enough points...

"I knew you were not that easy to deal with. Tell me, what do you want this time?"

The old man was already sitting behind Prime Minister Wu's desk, where he had the four treasures of the study ready to use, and he even carried his personal seal with him.

"Comrade Chen, do you want more calligraphy this time?"

Xiao Fang asked the question out of the blue. He remembered that Chen Jianghe had asked for a painting not long ago, so why didn't he change his taste?

"I don't have any other hobbies. As for luxury cars and beautiful women, I have a 28-inch bicycle, I'm married, and I even have a son.

I am very interested in calligraphy invented by our ancients, but I am lacking in this area, so I can only ask the old man for help. "

Chen Jianghe happily helped the old man grind the ink. It was hard to find a single word from the supreme pen!

Now that you have encountered it, you have to find a way to ask for more. That would be stupid.

Moreover, he has his own ideas.

If the course of history does not change, in a few years, when red armbands are everywhere, how can we protect the safety of our family without some secret treasures?

Besides, all the people living in his three-story compound are poor peasants, so it will be easy to talk to them when the red armbands come.

But the same cannot be said for the small courtyard house. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the furniture inside is all real. How could it pass the test?

What if people smash, loot, burn, or use the opportunity to punish others? That would be so unfair.

When Chen Jianghe thought of this, he glanced at Wu Xiang and Xiao Fang. As his uncle was in this position, nothing would happen to him at that time.

But Xiao Fang is not necessarily the case...

"Fang'er, don't you want to ask the old man for a piece of calligraphy?"

"Ah? Of course I want it, but I have a low level of education. How can I have the nerve to ask for such a valuable thing..."

Although Xiao Fang had been with Wu Xiang for many years and later served as the director of the No. 28 Logistics Department, he always felt that he suffered from his lack of education.

When he looked at the old man's calligraphy, he felt that it was grand and majestic, but he didn't know anything else.

Sometimes, he even doesn't recognize some calligraphy characters...

"Xiao Fang, Xiao Fang, you are scolding me in a roundabout way. I only have a junior high school education, but I shamelessly asked the old man for his calligraphy. What can you do about it?"

Chen Jianghe smiled and said that he just missed the old man's writing. When he finished writing a piece of calligraphy, he saw it:

Hello Comrade Chen Jianghe, you have made great achievements and served the country and the people!

"This... Old man, I..."

Chen Jianghe originally thought that just asking for a few words would be fine, because no one would care what you write, what matters is who wrote the words.

Who knows, the old man becomes more and more powerful each time.

The last time he got was: Chen Jianghe is a good comrade!

This time it’s even more amazing.

This requires one to devote all one's energy to the cause, and as for the end of life, we can talk about that later.

"Master, I..."

Xiao Fang was so nervous that he couldn't speak, and then sweat started to break out on his forehead.

"It's so cold, why are you sweating?"

The old man didn't say much, and started to write:

Comrade Fang Ming, keep a steady mind!

After finishing, I also stamped the title and completed it in one go.

Xiao Fang recognized a few words this time and almost jumped up with joy. He also had an inscription written by the old man!

"Tell me, boy, how many words do you need?