Seventy Buddha Cannon Fodder

"This is Beijing?" Secretary Ma couldn't help but put his face on the window and look out as the train slowly pulled into the station.

It's a pity that Beijing's winter is very cold, and the windows are covered with hoarfrost. Secretary Ma simply opened the window and poked his head out to look.

The other passengers in the car had no objection, and all of them looked out curiously.

Gu Mingdong took this good position and turned his head to look, with surprise in his eyes.

After all, in his memory, the railway station these days is just like the railway station in Lingxiang Town. Even if it is not dilapidated, it still has a strong color of the times, which is incomparable with modern buildings.

But this railway station in the capital is different. It is one of the most important railway hubs in China. It is shocking just by looking at it, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as majestic.

When the train finally stopped, Gu Mingdong and Secretary Ma lined up to get off the train. There were conductors standing at the exit of the train. When they saw the elderly, those with children in their arms, and those with too much luggage, they could reach out to help them.

Gu Mingdong looked around without a trace, the road paved with terrazzo was smooth and flat under his feet, making him seem to have returned to the modern city.

"This way." Secretary Ma greeted.

Gu Mingdong glanced back, but still did not see Xie Nanshan. Fortunately, they exchanged addresses before they set off, and it would not be too late to contact them after they settled down.

When he entered the station hall, Gu Mingdong was even more surprised. The floor was covered with marble, the walls were covered with white tiles, and the windows were bright and clean, all of which spoke of the excellence of this building.

"A Dong, are you going to the bathroom?" Secretary Ma asked.

Knowing that he was not going, Secretary Ma put down his luggage and hurried in.

Gu Mingdong looked up, and in the high hall, there were still palace lanterns hanging, and a big bronze clock hung on the most obvious part of the wall, telling the passengers the time.

The most surprising thing is the four escalators going up and down in the station hall.

Before Gu Mingdong came here, he never expected that in this era, he could see escalators in the train station.

This is because he has seen less of the world, and Gu Mingdong couldn't help but take a few more glances, which is not a joke, because anyone who comes to Beijing for the first time will be unable to move their eyes away from all the flickering.

From the marble floor to the gorgeous palace lantern, everything is different from the simple and frugal in his impression.

This is the power that belongs to the country, even if the country has not yet become completely strong.

Gu Mingdong thought to himself, and reminded himself to be cautious again, not to be negligent because of the special origin and the existence of supernatural powers, or he might fall into a big somersault at any time.

After a while, Secretary Ma came back with a face full of excitement, and said in a low voice, "Ah Dong, hurry up and go to the toilet. The toilets here are all covered with white tiles, but they are clean and have no smell at all."

The corner of Gu Mingdong's mouth twitched, and he declined his kindness with a smile. After all, he was really out of stock, so he couldn't just go to the toilet just to see it.

Secretary Ma looked at the old man. In fact, it was his first time in Beijing, and he was dumbfounded all the way.

When the two finally left the station, it was already half an hour later.

Secretary Ma finally came to his senses, and took out his notebook: "We have to go to the guest house by car first. The Academy of Agricultural Sciences will send someone over to receive them tomorrow. I'll find out how to get there first."

Gu Mingdong took a glance. There was still a portrait hanging in the middle of the train station, with big red slogans on both sides, which was very in line with the atmosphere of the times.

Soon, Secretary Ma was still looking around, and Gu Mingdong pointed in one direction and asked, "Do you want to take a bus there?"

Secretary Ma looked at it and smiled: "It's true, let's go this way."

After another toss, the two finally got on the bus.

Secretary Ma sat down and couldn't help boasting: "Ah Dong, this is your first time in Beijing, so how come you know me better than me?"

Although this is the first time for him to come here in this year, he used to take a lot of trains. The design of the train station is similar. Gu Mingdong said with a smile: "I have good eyesight."

Gu Mingdong with good eyes looked at the capital of this era through the car window.

It should have just snowed in Beijing, and the roadside is still covered with white flowers, and occasionally you can see snow-sweeping workers, but they can't stop the excitement.

Contrary to Xiyuan Town, passers-by here rarely wear patches, but you can often see people wearing green military uniforms and five-star hats.

Army coats, cashmere hats, big scarves, and riding a bright bicycle are also very cool scenes on the streets of Beijing.

Gu Mingdong and the two changed cars three times, gave up seats twice, and finally arrived at the guest house in a hurry.

Along the way, Secretary Ma was almost useless. Every time he was flipping through his notebook, Gu Mingdong would find the route first.

When he arrived at the guest house, he could be considered to have found a place to use his skills. He didn't need Gu Mingdong to ask, and he had to take care of the check-in first.

Compared with the gorgeous and magnificent station, the guest house is really simple.

There are two beds in a room, except for a desk, nothing else.

Secretary Ma entered the room, threw the luggage away, and couldn't help but lay down on the bed: "I can finally lie down. These two days have made my back ache from exhaustion."

Not only Secretary Ma felt tired from sitting still for a long time, Gu Mingdong also felt back pain.

"Anyway, I'm fine today, let's sleep for a while." Gu Mingdong suggested.

"Okay, then I'll lie down for a while." Secretary Ma muttered, turned over and began to snore.

Gu Mingdong didn't want to sleep in such a dirty state, but obviously the room in the small guest house couldn't have a bathroom, so he could only get a little water to wipe it off, and finally lay down.

The two of them fell asleep in the dark, and they didn't even get up for dinner.

On the first morning, Gu Mingdong was woken up by the sound of jingling bells outside the window.

Get up and look at the window, the street outside the guest house is full of workers on bicycles, snow sweepers, and people going to work, it is very lively.

With such a loud voice, it's hard for Secretary Ma to be able to sleep soundly, and he hasn't woken up after sleeping for more than ten hours.

It was still early, and Gu Mingdong didn't wake up Secretary Ma, so he washed his face and planned to take a walk nearby.

When he wandered around and came back with the breakfast he bought, Secretary Ma had already gotten up, and he was relieved to see him: "You went out for a stroll, I'm afraid you won't find your way back."

Gu Mingdong smiled: "Don't worry, I remember the road pretty well."

"I believe that." Secretary Ma laughed when he heard that.

At a glance, Gu Mingdong came back with soy milk and fried dough sticks, still steaming hot: "Where did you buy it? How much is it?" I'll give you.

"There is a state-run restaurant nearby." Gu Mingdong sat down, tore open a deep-fried dough stick and tasted it, it was very crispy, soaked in soy milk, it had a special flavor, it was very fragrant.

"I'll give you the money later. It's not from me. Secretary Wang has already said that we will be reimbursed for our travel expenses, accommodation expenses and meals this time." Secretary Ma was also polite, and sat down to eat.

The two had just finished their breakfast when the receptionist from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences came.

The person who came was a young man in his early teens, and he couldn't help looking him up and down when he met him, but he said politely: "These are the two comrades from Daishan City, welcome, my name is Wang Mingzhi, and I will be in charge of entertaining you this time. "

There were two people standing side by side on the opposite side. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was the protagonist, so he subconsciously reached out to Gu Mingdong.

"Hello Comrade Wang, I'm Gu Mingdong." Gu Mingdong shook his hand.

"Hello, hello." Wang Mingzhi was a little surprised in his heart. He just looked at the aura of the two of them, and thought in his heart that the person in front of him was the cadre of the commune, but he didn't expect it to be the other way around.

"Then this must be Comrade Ma. Hello, if you need anything later, just ask me, Xiao Wang."

He said it politely, but Secretary Ma didn't dare to treat the people from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences as running errands, so naturally he returned it more politely.

After a few words of politeness, Wang Mingzhi said: "The rice seeds have been shipped two days ago. If you fix it, come with me to see Professor Hong first."

Gu Mingdong naturally had no objection.

Wang Mingzhi took the two of them onto the bus. This time, he didn't have to make a fuss. He went directly to the gate of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, got off the bus and walked 500 meters to the place.

Different from other institutions, the Academy of Agricultural Sciences has a down-to-earth style, and its location is relatively remote. The office building is not big, but the research site is not small.

Wang Mingzhi introduced on the way: "Our Academy of Agricultural Sciences is also divided into different departments. The Rice Institute, the Vegetable Institute, and the Crops Institute are all separated. Professor Hong should be in the Rice Institute now, so let's just go there."

Beijing is now in a world of ice and snow, which is not suitable for rice cultivation at all, so they did not go to the test field, but went directly to the office building.

Professor Hong is indeed there, and he is not alone.

There are many rice seeds in front of them, and several people are studying with their heads down. Gu Mingdong only found out later that the real experimental field is not here at all. It would be nice if Professor Hong can spend one month in Beijing in a year.

"Professor Hong, the two comrades from Daishan City have arrived."

Upon hearing this, Professor Hong put down the seeds in his hand, raised his head and said with a smile, "Come in."

He glanced at Secretary Ma, then his eyes fell on Gu Mingdong, and he introduced with a smile: "This is the little comrade I mentioned before. Regardless of his young age, he can use his brain to cultivate the land."

As soon as he said this, several pairs of eyes in the room all looked towards Gu Mingdong in unison.

Standing next to Gu Mingdong, Secretary Ma felt the pressure doubled. On the contrary, Gu Mingdong stood there calmly, with an open and open posture, which made people want to praise him for not being surprised.

Professor Hong smiled and waved: "Comrade A Dong, come and sit down, and tell us how Shanghe Village scientifically cultivated the fields and brought about food production."

Gu Mingdong was not too polite. He was sneaked out by Secretary Wang and gave speeches to the surrounding production teams.

Secretary Ma had nothing to do, so Wang Mingzhi simply took him to the side to sit and drink tea.

Fortunately, Secretary Ma also knew the purpose of the two of them, and there was no conflict of interest between Gu Mingdong and him, so he had no objection to it.

Before Gu Mingdong opened his mouth, the professors didn't take it seriously, and secretly thought what a boy from the countryside could do, who knew that he was gradually fascinated by this.

They also know some things, but there is a gap between research and practice, and it sounds like they have benefited a lot at the moment.

Little did he know that the more Gu Mingdong talked, seeing Professor Hong nodding frequently, the more he muttered in his heart.

You must know that before Professor Hong left, he had already pushed the reason for the bumper harvest in Shanghe Village to metaphysics, why did he ask him to talk about science now?

Puzzled in his heart, Gu Mingdong didn't show anything on the surface, and continued to tell the optimized farming plan one by one.

Finally, Gu Mingdong said with a smile: "The benefits of scientific farming are endless, but there are certain regional factors behind the bumper harvest in Shanghe Village."

"The temperature in our area is very suitable for the growth of rice, and the weather has been good in the past two years, so we can get such an output."

One of the old professors nodded, but still said: "I have seen the rice seeds in your Shanghe Village, and they are very full. This is the power of natural optimization."

Gu Mingdong raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Professor Hong, but saw that his expression was normal.

After saying this, the professors forgot about the existence of Gu Mingdong, and started discussing with each other the issue of grain optimization.

Gu Mingdong was not in a hurry, and sat there with a smile, waiting for a long time.

Secretary Ma originally listened with his ears upright, but he was confused. He could still understand what Gu Mingdong said, but he was completely in the dark about what the professors said, as if he was listening to a scripture.

It took a while for Professor Hong to come back to his senses: "Look at us, we forget everyone as we talk."

"Old Wang, Lao Li, Lao Ji, if you come here today, the little comrade just came here, and you can't make people tired and hungry."

Several professors got up and said goodbye.

Professor Hong sent the three of them out, and turned around and said, "Let's go, let's go eat first, and we'll talk after we're done."

Judging by his posture, it seems that he wants to keep Gu Mingdong for a few more days.

Sure enough, after having a meal in the cafeteria of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, Professor Hong said, "Xiao Wang, take Comrade Ma to look at the batch of grain seeds, check them carefully, and make sure there are no problems."

"Comrade Gu stays with me, I still don't understand something, I want to ask carefully."

Wang Mingzhi hurried away with Secretary Ma.

When there were only the two of them left in the office, Gu Mingdong looked at Professor Hong with a smile: "Professor Hong, you brought me all this way to ask these questions, right?"

Professor Hong was extremely cautious, got up and carefully checked that there was no one outside the door, and locked the door directly.

"Your boy is clever."

Professor Hong laughed, and then sighed, "It's really because of something else that I came all the way to find you."

"Is it related to Mr. Zheng?"

Apart from Zheng Tong, Gu Mingdong really couldn't think of anything else.

Professor Hong didn't answer directly, but frowned and said, "After I came back, I originally wanted to find a way to clear up the relationship and wanted Mr. Zheng to come back. Who knew that after walking around for half a year, there was no result."

Although he is called a professor, he is a member of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences after all, and he can't get involved in outside affairs at all.

He walked around a lot, and his superiors directly warned him that he was too sensitive these days, and if he didn't make it right, he would get involved too.

Professor Hong had no choice but to let this matter go.

Who knows that something happened at the end of the year, which made Professor Hong think of Zheng Tong again. He couldn't get Zheng Tong, but he could get Gu Mingdong to Beijing first.

"I don't know where to start with this matter." Professor Hong frowned.

Because of his family background, Professor Hong has always preferred to believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, but where he lives and the colleagues around him, they are all complete atheists.

After staying in such an environment for a long time, Professor Hong himself knew that he should not reveal the superstition in his heart.

But now that he has brought people here, he doesn't want to continue to hide it now: "Comrade Gu, I went to see Mr. Zheng once before I left Shanghe Village. He once mentioned that you have been learning from him."

Gu Mingdong's face froze, and he secretly thought that it was Zheng Tong who dug a hole for himself.

Seeing his strange expression, Professor Hong quickly explained: "You don't need to be nervous, you know about this matter, God knows it, I won't tell the third person, it's good for you and me."

Gu Mingdong heaved a sigh of relief after being assured: "Then this time?"

Professor Hong's face darkened: "I want to ask you a favor."

Gu Mingdong's eyes flashed, he thought for a while, and agreed directly.

"Professor Hong, you also know that the time is too short. I'm just a half-baked guy, and I may not be useful."

Professor Hong said, "It's enough if you promise. Now I don't know who else I can trust except you."

The feudal superstitions have been overthrown, and those with real skills either hide or disappear. Professor Hong doesn't want to go to the doctor in a hurry, and find a liar at that time, and there will be endless troubles.

"You come with me."

Professor Hong got up and put on his coat, and hurriedly left the Academy of Agricultural Sciences with Gu Mingdong.

He rode an old [-] and drove Gu Mingdong all the way to the hospital.

In the ward on the third floor, Gu Mingdong saw an old man. He looked around seventy, his face was pale, he was thin and out of shape, and he was ignorant of the outside world.

"Xiao Hong is here." The bed was accompanied by a woman of about the same age. She was wearing a simple blue cloth dress, her face was haggard, her hair was neatly pulled up, and she looked like a very elegant person.

"Master, let me come and see the teacher." Professor Hong said.

"Then who is this?" The teacher's wife couldn't help looking at Gu Mingdong, because his wife was sick and the doctor said he needed to rest, so it was the first time Professor Hong brought someone here, and he was still a stranger.

Professor Hong introduced: "This is Comrade Gu Mingdong from Shanghe Village. I mentioned it to the teacher before. He even joked that this kid has a talent for farming. A few years ago, he could have accepted him as an apprentice."

"It's not that he came to Beijing, so I thought about bringing it here for the teacher to see."

After listening to the teacher's wife, there was a bit of sadness in her eyes: "You have a heart."

"Then sit down and I'll pour you a cup of tea."

Professor Hong had other thoughts and didn't stop her from busying herself.

As soon as the teacher's wife left, Professor Hong immediately dragged Gu Mingdong to the bed: "Take a look, did the teacher get entangled in something dirty?"

Gu Mingdong was a little helpless for a while, since he traveled to the present, he has only seen the dirty things left by Bai Xiaohua.

And according to Zheng Tong, the so-called dirty things don't last long at all.

"Professor Hong, we have to believe in science. How can there be any dirty things in this world?"

Professor Hong was in a hurry: "You are a Feng Shui student, tell me about science?"

The situation of the two was completely reversed. The young man who studied Feng Shui taught science to the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

Gu Mingdong said helplessly: "Professor Hong, even if Mr. Zheng is here and sees a sick person, he must advise you to find a good doctor to treat the illness."

Professor Hong said helplessly: "If the doctor is useful, I will still look for you?"

"Although the teacher is old, he has always been in good health, and he is better at working in the fields than us young people."

Gu Mingdong looked at his appearance and thought to himself that you are not a young man anymore.

Professor Hong continued: "But in the fall of this year, he suddenly fainted in the experimental field, and we rushed him to the hospital, but the doctor checked and checked countless times, but he couldn't tell the reason. "

"The most advanced inspection technology is used, but the doctor can't find out any problems."

"But the teacher just can't wake up, and can only hang his life by infusion."

These words surprised Gu Mingdong. After all, the old man is old, and it is normal to faint due to sudden cerebral congestion, but it is strange if the hospital does not find any problems.

However, the level of medical care is backward these days, and it is not surprising that rare diseases cannot be detected.

"I have searched both Chinese and Western medicine, but I can't find the root of the problem."

Professor Hong was brought out by this teacher, and even received a lot of funding. In his heart, the existence of this teacher is more important than his father.

For this reason, he did not lose favor, and even once thought about sending the teacher abroad for medical treatment, but he is too sensitive now, and this road simply does not work.

Seeing the teacher lying unconscious on the hospital bed, weakening day by day even with the nutrient solution, Professor Hong rushed to the doctor in a hurry, and then thought of the master and student in Shanghe Village.

Gu Mingdong frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the old man on the bed.

"If you take a closer look, there must be something wrong, otherwise why wouldn't the teacher wake up for no reason?" Professor Hong said.

"Can't wake up for no reason?" Gu Mingdong's heart skipped a beat suddenly, thinking of Xie Nanshan.

Xie Nanshan once mentioned that he almost died of illness twice because he fell into a coma for no reason, and then became extremely weak during the coma.

At first glance, this disease is very similar.

"Professor Hong, haven't you asked Master Gao's name?"

Professor Hong asked strangely, "Does my teacher's last name have anything to do with this?"

Without waiting for Gu Mingdong to answer, he gave an explanation himself: "That's right, Mr. Zheng must have asked people when he showed Fengshui before. I also heard that some people's surnames are too precious, and the fate of the younger generation cannot be suppressed. Just change your last name."

Gu Mingdong would like to say that you think too much.

Professor Hong had already said, "My teacher has the same surname as yours. His surname is Gu, and his first name is Yuanhe."

Gu Yuanhe?

Gu Mingdong's heart skipped a beat, Yuanhe?That Yuanhe?

Impossible, even if Yuan He in that letter is still alive, his age is not right!

Seeing the change in his face, Professor Hong also started to diverge his thinking: "Could it be that the name is really wrong?"

"Gu should be fine. Is the Yuan too precious, or the harmony too mellow?"

Gu Mingdong was awakened by his words, and said helplessly, "Professor Hong, we must believe in science."

"You are trying to kill me, science, science, science, if science is useful, why should I ask you?"

Gu Mingdong didn't pay attention to his words, frowned, and approached the old man on the bed.