59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

To be honest, Chen Feng didn't expect that he could fill the fish basket so quickly without using the extraordinary fishing rod, but only using the fishing rod given by the old man.

Of course, this has little to do with the fish basket!

There is no more room for a few fish.

"Grandpa, Grandpa Zhao."

Just as Chen Feng was about to say hello, the fishing rod in his hand trembled slightly again.

Mentioned it immediately.

A crucian carp weighing a little over one pound was hung on the fishhook.

"Okay, okay, I can have fish soup for lunch today."

"Isn't it evening?" The old man, whose memory is very good now, asked back immediately.

"With so many fish, of course we can cook them at noon." Grandpa Zhao walked forward and picked up the fish basket with a smile. When he saw the catch inside, his face was all smiles. He felt that when he got home tonight, he could have a good chat with his grandchildren.

Who said he can't fish!

"Old Chen, do you want me to give you one?"

The old man said disdainfully: "Shouldn't you say 20-80 split?"

"Okay, you two and I eight."

"No wonder Confucius said that an old man who refuses to die is a thief. The older you get, the more of a thief you become!" The old man slapped old man Zhao on the back of his hand.

Old man Zhao was just about to find a small fish to "share the profit" with him, but when he realized something was wrong he wanted to retreat. However, he was already old and was no match for the old man in terms of speed.

He was holding a fish basket and was reluctant to let go.

With a "bang", he was hit.

But he was well versed in the principles of military strategy, and when he could not reduce the losses, he resolutely chose to attack.

He kicked the old man with all his strength, adopting a lose-lose strategy of "if you hit my hand, I'll step on your foot", which would result in both sides suffering.

What he didn't expect was that the old man's hand speed was very fast and his footwork was not slow at all.

After hitting him, he took three steps back in an instant, leaving him with nothing to fall back on.

"You've taken good care of yourself over the years, and it seems like you've done pretty well."

The old man whispered, "You have become even weaker. It is the way of heaven to retire after achieving success. Old Zhao, retire when it is time. This way, people behind you will still respect you, and you can also cultivate yourself."

Mr. Zhao remained silent.

Not everyone has the broad mind like the old man to retreat at the right time and regard power as nothing.

Chen Feng grabbed a handful of weeds and rubbed them with his hands to make a straw rope, which he passed through the fish gills to make it easier for them to hold.

The guard leader took the fish basket, grass carp and crucian carp and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your trouble."

"Uncle, you're welcome."

Chen Feng said very politely.

The old man achieved the purpose of his trip and went home with his grandson.

Don't worry about the rest, someone will take care of it naturally.

"Where's Lily?" The old man asked when he found that his granddaughter was not playing football in the yard, "smashing" the piano in the study, or dancing or singing.

The old lady was sitting at the door basking in the sun, a cigarette in her hand, enjoying it, and she lazily replied, "I went next door."

Chen Hao and Hu Bayi went to school. Chen Li and Huo Ling followed Zhang Haixing and sat at the door of Sha Zhu, watching the relatives of the Jia family arrive one after another to burn incense.

Chen Feng had nothing to do, so he came to the compound to take a look at the situation.

"The Jia family still has so many relatives?"

Old Jia has only one son, but Qin Huairu's family does not have one.

"Cauldron!"

"Big brother!"

Chen Feng nodded and found that Zhang Haixing seemed even more bored than himself.

She was actually reading "Records of the Grand Historian".

This thing is a hypnotic artifact!

It took him a lot of effort to finally memorize it.

While Chen Feng and Zhang Haixing were watching the excitement in Compound No. 95, the book edited by the old man was delivered to the top leaders, and with extremely fast efficiency, it appeared in the hands of several military doctors, famous doctors, and traditional Chinese medicine doctors in just three hours.

“Too rough.”

A certain Western medicine expert said righteously: "Leader, please give me half a year, I promise to edit a more comprehensive and complete primary medicine book to train more regular doctors for the new society, instead of these unconventional barefoot doctors. It is a complete waste of the new society's resources."

"There are many errors in Chinese medicine, which is simply a bad thing. Leader, please leave it to our Chinese medicine hospital." Another Chinese medicine doctor in his thirties said firmly: "The Chinese medicine hospital can write a better version."

Competitors are enemies, especially when everyone finds that this idea is worth grabbing.

Devalue this book and then... replace it!

Many of them secretly cursed themselves for not thinking of this.

"Leader, our traditional Chinese medicine has been ruined by this kind of quack doctor. This book cannot be published. Our traditional Chinese medicine hospital needs to revise it thoroughly."

Several other experts were also getting restless.

Who can escape fame and fortune?

They are all vulgar people!

"This book is good, but it's not comprehensive enough. I suggest that we focus on the content of Mr. Chen Yuhu and help improve it together."

"Yes, that's my opinion too."

"Comrade Chen is obviously not very proficient in internal medicine, so we can help him."

Several young doctors sneered.

What's the point of talking about social etiquette at this time? If you put others first, then why don't you just drink the soup?

Silly!

The deputy mayor who convened the meeting sighed inwardly that fame, wealth and power were harmful to people, and said with a smile: "This book was written by Mr. Chen. You don't know Mr. Chen, so for confidentiality, I can only say that Mr. Chen climbed the snow-capped mountains with several marshals."

In an instant, the faces of several young men who were planning to put their names on the editor-in-chief list turned pale.

"Clap clap clap!"

Several people slapped themselves hard several times, especially hard. After a few slaps, their rosy faces turned red and black.

Someone said first: "Leader, I just made the mistake of right-wing radicalism and was too ambitious. Mr. Chen's book is actually very..."

"Alright, alright, I'm not here to listen to you guys taking credit or asking for apology!"

The deputy mayor knew the nature of some experts long ago. Not all of them are both talented and virtuous. There are many who are talented but not moral. However, for the sake of building a new society, he had to bear with it.

"I'll give you one day to carefully check the contents and make minor adjustments. The first edition of this medical book must be printed and published this month."

"Mr. Chen is an old revolutionary. He is not a petty person. We need to organize experts to expand the second edition to cover more common herbal medicines, surgical treatments, etc. You can form an expert group and put them in the position of deputy editors."

First give him a slap, then give him a red date.

The expert group for the "Barefoot Doctor Manual" was established on the same day.

A week later, the first edition was finalized.

The content has expanded by one third, but the names of the editor-in-chief, editor, etc. have not changed.

It wasn't until several years later that the second edition was officially sold.

At that time, Zhang Haike and Zhang Haixing, two names that were not familiar with the field, were still ranked ahead of a group of experts, which was quite funny.

A month later, Zhao Dongshan, who had come back from Yanshan with great difficulty, received a gift from Chen Feng. He saw the "Preface" written by the old man at the beginning. The first sentence was "First of all, this book would like to thank Comrade Zhao Dongshan of Tianjin Tanggu Town Taiping Medical Center. My grandson told me..."

Both hands were shaking.

In fact, he had wanted to go to the old city many times to help the old man write medical books, but as the only experienced pharmacist (Chinese medicine practitioner) in Tanggu Town, everyone needed him to see patients and collect herbs.

Therefore, he had no choice but to prioritize his limited energy on the patients.

But he didn't expect that Chen Feng's grandfather would think so highly of him!

The Zhao family’s acupuncture method is famous!

The old Chinese doctor's eyes became moist.

Within a week, he received an invitation from Tianjin Chengzhong Hospital to serve as the attending physician of a department of the hospital.

But he declined.

Compared with the open and secret struggles in the city, he prefers this peaceful and quiet fishing port town.