Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Military hospitals mainly serve soldiers. Ordinary people go to local hospitals when they are sick, so not many people go to military hospitals for treatment.

Qin Dabao held Erbao in his arms, and Erbao's head hung softly on his shoulder. This child only became a little honest when he was sick.

Qin Dabao almost ran all the way here, a full thirteen kilometers. His face and body were covered in sweat, but he didn't feel tired at all.

After registering (there is no such thing as an appointment now), I went directly to the internal medicine department. The doctor who saw me was a man in his forties. He wore a white hat, a white mask, and a white coat, revealing his collar with a bright red epaulette on it.

There was a scar on his forehead, shaped like a shuttle, with the flesh exposed, which looked a bit scary.

Qin Dabao knew that the scar was probably caused by a shell. It seemed that the doctor must have been on the battlefield. The scar did not open his head. You could imagine how lucky the doctor was.

"What's wrong with the child?" The voice was hoarse, but very gentle, and not unpleasant to the ear.

"I had a fever last night, and later I went to the township health center for an IV drip, but it didn't help much," Qin Dabao took out the prescription from the health center.

"This is the medicine they were going to give my brother. I read in a book that it has side effects, so I didn't let them give it to my brother."

The doctor took the prescription, looked at it, and snorted: "Quacks are harmful to people."

He took out a thermometer and asked Qin Dabao to put it on Erbao. He then looked at Erbao's tongue coating and took his pulse.

"No need for IV drip. I'll prescribe three doses of medicine to get rid of the fever."

The doctor took out the thermometer and looked at the temperature. It was 38 degrees. The child's temperature was higher than normal, and it was a high fever.

After prescribing the medicine, Qin Dabao sent Erbao to the ward on the second floor and went downstairs to get the medicine. He was a doctor after years of illness. His sister took a lot of medicine in a year, so Qin Dabao also read a few medical books.

This doctor is a Chinese medicine practitioner and he prescribed Chinese medicine for Erbao, Zhang Zhongjing's Guizhi Decoction.

Qin Dabao prescribed some medicine, borrowed a clay pot from the pharmacy, and boiled the Chinese medicine on the stove in the corridor. If this happened in later times, people would complain about it, but it was normal at this time.

Qin Dabao ran back to the ward while boiling the medicine. Erbao had already woken up, but he still looked listless. However, he ate the candy given by his brother and felt that being sick was not bad after all.

Boiling the medicine was the most exhausting process. Just as it was about to be finished, a voice called out from the corridor: "Dabao, Dabao."

Qin Dabao looked back and saw Lu Xiu'e running up the stairs.

Qin Dabao knew what was going on as soon as he thought about it. It must be that his second uncle and elder uncle were worried and went home to give him a letter.

"Mom, here it is."

Lu Xiu'e was sweating profusely from running, her scarf only wrapped around her neck. When she saw Dabao, she asked repeatedly, "How is your brother? Has his fever gone down?"

Qin Dabao pointed to the ward and said, "He's in there. It's nothing serious. I'm making some medicine for him. He'll be fine soon."

Lu Xiu'e pushed the door and entered the ward. From inside came the crying of Erbao, as well as the voices of "mother's darling, baby". Qin Dabao couldn't help laughing. This was his mother. When she was angry, she would chase Erbao around the yard with a broom, scolding him at the top of her voice as a little bastard and a little bastard. But when she was nice to him, she called him her darling again.

After the medicine is boiled, pour it into a bowl and let it cool before taking.

When I entered the ward, I saw Lu Xiu'e holding Erbao, who was eating milk candy.

"Mom, who will look after Niuniu when you go out?"

"I asked your Aunt Niu to help take a look. When your second uncle came home and told me about it, I was really scared. Dabao, what did the doctor say?"

"It's a cold caused by the cold. It must be because I ran around with other kids and was sweating all over. That's why I caught a cold."

Lu Xiu'e poked Erbao with her finger: "Serves you right! Are you still showing off now?"

Erbao looked pitiful: "Mom, I'm hungry."

Qin Dabao put the medicine on the table, said something to Lu Xiu'e, and went downstairs to buy some food.

After all this trouble, Erbao's fever finally subsided in the afternoon. After examining him, the doctor told them to take him home to recuperate and he would be fine after taking the remaining two doses of medicine.

On the bus on the way home, Erbao fell asleep in Qin Dabao's arms again. Qin Dabao looked at his brother's little face and felt a wave of fear again.

When he got home, Qin Dabao took out the food and grain books. He wanted to make something delicious for his brother.

In the capital, supply and marketing cooperatives sell everything, but there are also grocery stores, grain stores and vegetable stores.

At the intersection of Gulou Street and Zhaofu Street, there is a non-staple food store. This store was established only two years ago and is a state-owned store.

Qin Dabao came to this shop to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar instead of going to the supply and marketing cooperative because the yellow sauce in this shop is unique.

If you were to ask what dish the old Beijingers are most proud of, it would definitely be Zhajiangmian (fried bean paste noodles), and to make Zhajiangmian (fried bean paste noodles), yellow bean paste is a must.

However, the ration on the food allowance was too small, only two taels of yellow paste per person per month. Qin Dabao had a family of five, so he bought all the yellow paste, one pound.

At the grocery store, the fixed amount was two ounces of pork per person per month, which is not enough to fill a gap in our stomachs nowadays. Everyone got the same amount, no more, no less.

That was the situation at that time. All supplies were in short supply.

However, despite the shortage of supplies, the people's happiness index is very high. In the Analects of Confucius, Ji Shi said that we are not worried about scarcity but about inequality, and not worried about poverty but about insecurity. This profoundly analyzes the inferior nature of human beings, that is, if I can do without, you cannot have it either.

It was like this for every family in that era. The gap between the rich and the poor was only between being full and half full. There was no question of who ate better than who.

After buying the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, the rations on the book were gone. After leaving the grocery store, I went to the grain store to buy the rations on the book.

Although the monthly ration has been reduced, the Qin family still has five people. The total amount of fine grains and coarse grains on the grain list is over a hundred kilograms a month. Qin Dabao bought them all. After all, the grain is not afraid of storage.

When he was almost home, he took out two cucumbers and three tomatoes from the space. He didn't dare to take too much. These out-of-season vegetables were only eaten by big leaders. Ordinary people didn't even dare to think about it.

When we got home, my mother was boiling medicine in the yard. When she saw Dabao carrying so many things, she didn't say anything. She thought her son had grown up and was like an adult, and he could share the responsibilities with his parents.

Today in the hospital, Lu Xiu'e saw her son squatting by the stove boiling medicine. She felt a mixture of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty emotions in her heart, as if her eldest son had grown up overnight. So when her son went out with the food supplement book and the grain book, she did not stop him, but was only relieved.

Qin Dabao entered the main room and saw Niuniu applying a towel to Erbao's forehead and feeding the little brother peach cakes from time to time. He went over and touched Erbao's forehead. The fever had completely subsided, but he was weak all over.

When Qin Dabao saw Erbao and Niuniu wanted to drink cold water after eating the peach cakes, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Oh my god, Tao Suyou is so big, and he still drinks cold water? Can this child's small stomach handle it?

He wanted to slap himself twice. He had lived for decades in his previous life and had no experience in taking care of children. He forgot that the sanitation level at that time was the worst and dysentery could even kill people.

He quickly ran to the main room, took a cup, and filled it with water from the spiritual well.

I fed Niuniu half a cup, but encountered an obstacle when giving Erbao a drink. Erbao drank a large bucket of cold water and now can't drink it.

There was no other way, I had to use both coaxing and threatening to finally get him to drink the spiritual spring water.

Holding Niuniu, listening to her little belly, no reaction,

Erbao was chewing a tomato and felt that it was great to be sick. The whole family revolved around him. If possible, he hoped to stay sick forever.

Qin Dabao didn't know what he was thinking, otherwise he would have given him a swollen butt.

Little Niuniu's face was covered with tomato juice after eating. Qin Dabao held back his laughter and took a towel to wipe her face.

Seeing his mother making medicine outside, Qin Dabao decided to cook for himself and let his mother take a break.