59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

On the beach, a large group of adults, boys and girls who have nothing to do at home, wearing fish skin clothes, are digging clams enthusiastically.

The huge beach is dug into pits.

To find food on the beach, you have to look for sand eyes.

Some eyes contain clams, and some contain crabs.

Razor clams that have not completely entered the sand

Chen Feng took a look and went to the reef area for a walk. After walking for half an hour, he didn't touch anything.

"Forget it, let's go to the town to play."

Riding a bicycle, the older Zhou Fubo sat in the back, and the younger one sat on the crossbar of the bicycle.

"Selling sugar figures!"

"Good-looking and delicious sugar figures!"

"Meat buns, fresh fish buns."

First, I bought three sugar figures, one for each person.

He pushed his bicycle, and the two children followed closely to look around.

"Huh?"

Chen Feng's eyes stopped at the door of the pharmacy in this small town.

It is normal to dry Chinese medicine in the pharmacy, because Tianjin is close to the sea and the air is humid, but it is the first time he has seen books drying.

He walked over, took a look at the pages of the book spread out on the dustpan, and curiously reached out to take a look at the book.

"The First Rare Book of Acupuncture and Moxibustion".

This is a pearl among the ancient Chinese medical books of the Qing Dynasty, written by Yang Jizhou of the Ming Dynasty and revised by Zhang Tinggui of the Qing Dynasty. The book has an excellent version and is an important classic of acupuncture.

He has seen it in the Beihai Library and also got a copy in the Red Star Primary School.

But it was a version published in the Republic of China.

This one seems to be a handwritten copy, and it is very likely a handwritten copy from the Qing Dynasty, with densely packed experiences and insights on it.

This is much better than the printed copy.

If the old man saw it, he would be happy for half a month.

"Dinghai, Fubo, watch the bicycle."

Chen Feng parked the bicycle at the door and walked into the pharmacy alone.

The pharmacy is also a state-owned unit. In addition to the medicine sellers, there is also a middle-aged man, who is very likely the owner of the medical book.

"Hello, are you buying medicine or selling medicine?"

The pharmacy is also responsible for purchasing some yam.

Seeing Chen Feng's calm look, the middle-aged man judged at first glance that he was not here to buy medicine.

If someone in the family is sick, there is no way to be so calm and composed.

The female salesperson glanced at Chen Feng and secretly said "so handsome" in her heart.

"Neither, I just want to ask if the handwritten medical book at the door is for sale. My grandfather is also an old Chinese medicine doctor and is writing a collection of Chinese medicine."

"Once it is completed, you can let Xinhua Bookstore publish it."

"I see a lot of experience and experience on it, some of which are very accurate and precise, which is just right for my grandfather to include in it, so that people all over the world can enjoy the superb treatment technology of acupuncture, and the name of this master can also be passed down through the ages."

The middle-aged man was stunned and asked excitedly: "Excuse me, which master of Xinglin are you the descendant of?"

Chen Feng shrugged and took out his League membership card.

"That's not the case. My grandfather is just an old Red Army soldier who participated in the 25,000-mile Long March."

The middle-aged man looked at the League membership card and looked strange.

Chen Feng smiled and took out his wallet and opened it to show the other party.

Seeing more than 300 yuan in it and a lot of bills, he really believed it now!

How could ordinary people carry so much money and bills?

Carrying so much money at the age of 13, he must be the descendant of a big man.

The middle-aged man didn't say that the bicycle at the door gave him some trust!

He had a bicycle at the age of 13, his family really loved him!

"Comrade Chen, are you sure your grandfather will adopt my father's acupuncture experience?"

Chen Feng said calmly: "I read a few pages, all of which are very novel, such as the two-handed needle insertion method written above, with the cooperation of the pressing hand, with light, slow, fine twisting and slight pressure, it is very good."

"Yes, my father is best at using the two-handed needle insertion method."

The middle-aged man was very happy and talked about acupuncture with Chen Feng.

As a result, he found that the other party's medical skills were much better than his. What about the quick puncture method, the acupoint ventilation method, the drug puncture method, etc., there are many things he has never heard of, but once he heard them, it made him suddenly enlightened.

The two chatted for more than an hour.

When the middle-aged man found out, he found that his daughter and apprentice were squatting on the side and writing notes frantically.

"Oh, look, I'm confused. Xiaoshan, pour the tea quickly. Waiter, bring a stool."

"You are the same. You don't know how to offer tea and a seat to the little doctor Chen."

Chen Feng laughed in his heart. What he just said was all medical books from Beihai Library.

He is not a medical god. He is just a theoretical porter of the Beihai Library.

Two Tens

A boy and a girl of five or six years old, one moved a stool, and the other poured tea.

"Little Doctor Chen, are you really 13 years old?"

Chen Feng nodded and said, "It's true, but my grandfather is proficient in the way of nourishing qi. He has been strict with me since I was a child about my daily routine, eating, and dietary supplements, so I am taller than many people."

"And white, so white, I wish I could be as white as you!" Zhao Xiaoshan said enviously, putting the teacup on the front of the medicine cabinet.

"Hello, please sit down." Meng Xiaoer said with great admiration.

Chen Feng is younger than him, but his medical skills are so advanced, which really opened his eyes.

"No, thank you, I have to go back."

Chen Feng said politely: "Uncle Zhao, how much does the medical book cost? Just tell me the number. Don't worry, when Xinhua Bookstore publishes it, I will send it to you as soon as possible."

"How can it cost money!"

Zhao Dongshan said excitedly: "It is an honor for our family to be favored and adopted by Mr. Chen."

If he had doubts before, he is sure now.

The old Red Army soldier in Chen Feng's family must be a master of traditional Chinese medicine, otherwise how could he train a 13-year-old medical genius.

Look at his daughter and apprentice, the gap is too big!

The two of them didn't even remember much of the "Compendium of Materia Medica", but this one can recite it word for word.

Envy!

"Okay then!"

Chen Feng wrote down his home address and handed the note to Zhao Dongshan.

"Uncle, if you have time to go to Sijiucheng, you can come to my house. My grandfather will be very happy."

Yes, he was impressed by Zhao Dongshan's rich practical experience.

My old man even made mistakes in writing "编" and "篇". It's unknown how long it will take for him to finish writing it himself. He can't find time to write it every day!

Too tiring!

And he has good theoretical experience, but he is a zero in practical application!

"Okay, don't worry, I will definitely go!"

Zhao Dongshan said happily.

"Medical book." Chen Feng reminded.

"Give it to you!"

Zhao Dongshan said generously: "This is my father's handwritten copy. If his spirit in heaven knows his acupuncture technique, it will be published by Xinhua Bookstore one day. He will be very happy. I have to thank you."

What a simple and good person!

Filial, kind, and a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner from an innocent era!

But for some reasons, he can only stay in a pharmacy to practice medicine.

What a pity!

Chen Feng promised: "Don't worry, I promise my grandfather will put the master's name in the front row, and it will be called "Zhao's Improved Method of Needle Insertion with Both Hands." "

"Thank you, thank you!"

Zhao Dongshan grabbed his hand, very excited.

After finally getting rid of Zhao Dongshan's desire to treat him to a meal, Chen Feng took his two cousins ​​home.