Chapter 918 The most energetic young man! (Ask for a monthly ticket at the end of the month)

  Mute Grandpa was invited to London to explain the Chinese medicine treatment plan for AIDS.

  This achievement is currently in an absolute leading position, even surpassing cocktail therapy.

  That's why the Royal Academy of Medicine here attaches so much importance to it. This is also the first time they invite a Chinese medicine doctor to give lectures, which is unprecedented.

  The whole lecture was very successful. Grandpa Mute never kept his secrets. He published his own opinions and even the several compatible prescriptions.

   He even went to an AIDS rehabilitation center to diagnose and treat patients on the spot.

  This kind of behavior is undoubtedly respected and praised by those foreign counterparts and the media.

  Newspapers all commented: The ancient oriental medical technique works miracles.

   Amidst the flowers and applause, the dumb grandfather also learned more about the origin and distribution of AIDS in the whole world.

  It turns out that the hardest-hit areas are not Europe and the United States, but poor and backward Africa, especially sub-Saharan Africa.

  Because of backward medical conditions, people do not pay attention to protection, leading to the spread of AIDS. More and more people are infected with AIDS, but they cannot receive effective treatment, so they can only helplessly suffer from the disease.

  As a doctor, the dumb grandpa is deeply worried about this.

  After Liu Qingshan understood the situation, he realized that he had misunderstood. In his heart, he respected Master even more: this is the true benevolence of a doctor.

  I saw the dumb grandpa continued to gesture: Xiao Shanzi, I'm going to Africa.

  Liu Qingshan subconsciously wanted to dissuade him, but he didn't say it in the end. He knew that what the master decided could not be changed.

  In this case, he can only support it.

  Liu Qingshan pondered for a while, and then said: "Master, it's better to finish New Year's Day. When the time comes, I will go with you."

  The dumb grandfather nodded. His disciple's wedding is coming soon, so of course he has to attend the wedding.

  Liu Qingshan continued: "We have to apply to the International Red Cross, so that's justified."

   "In addition, we need to organize several medical teams and recruit guards. The African side is relatively desolate, and many tribes are very remote. Safety protection must be done."

   "The most important thing is to prepare a batch of Chinese herbal medicines and ship them together. Don't worry, I will sponsor these medicinal materials."

  The dumb grandpa nodded. With this disciple's plan, he would be relieved.

   Immediately, the dumb grandpa made a few more gestures: When we get there, we will learn more about the local products. It is best to have suitable herbs so that we can get local materials.

  Xiao Liuzi giggled when he heard this: "Grandpa, don't you become an African Shennong family?"

  The dumb grandfather stretched out his big hand, and stroked the little guy's head with a smile. His worries have now been completely resolved by his disciples.

  In the evening, the embassy here also invited a group of people to the dinner.

  Whether it is the dumb grandfather or the writer Lu, this time they have won glory for the country and established a good image of the Chinese people in the world.

  So it has been taken care of above: it must be taken care of.

  Mr. Ambassador, surnamed Ji, is an old diplomat. He is nearly 60 years old and has worked as an interpreter for the beloved Prime Minister for 17 years.

  Ambassador Ji toasted the dumb grandfather and Writer Lu with a smile. His attitude is kind, and now he feels like a kind elder.

  He had met the dumb grandpa before, and asked the dumb grandpa to help him recuperate his body.

  Ambassador Ji's overall health is not bad. In fact, this famous diplomat is also a long-lived person, living to be more than ninety years old.

  We are all compatriots, and there are not so many restraints. Everyone chatted happily.

  Ambassador Ji also knew Liu Qingshan very well, and even chatted with him about football, and the interesting story about Liu Qingshan leading a group of little princes and princesses to bet with others.

   Although this kind of thing seems to be a joke, Ambassador Ji agrees with Liu Qingshan's approach. After all, this is a very friendly exchange.

  The current diplomatic strategy at the national level is to make friends.

   There happened to be Mr. Ambassador present, so Liu Qingshan talked about the plan of the dumb grandfather.

  Ambassador Ji couldn't help standing up after listening, and bowed deeply to the dumb grandfather: "Mr. Sun, please accept my respect."

  Mr. Ambassador, it can be said that he has experienced all the major diplomatic events in New China, and there are only a few people who he can truly admire.

  There was one prime minister back then, and now there is an extra dumb grandfather.

  Liu Qingshan also took advantage of the situation to make a request: "Mr. Ambassador, the relevant procedures will cause you trouble. You need to submit an application to the International Red Cross."

   "It's a little effort, and it's my duty."

  Ambassador Ji agreed with all his mouth, and then raised his glass again: "I will toast Mr. Sun again. I wish you a smooth journey."

  Have a dinner party and end up having fun.

   That night, Ambassador Ji invited Liu Qingshan to have a long talk. As for the content of the talk, outsiders don’t know.

  Woke up the next morning, Liu Qingshan wanted to go out for morning exercises, but was stopped by the little six. The little guy pointed out the window, only to see that the outside was filled with smoke, and it was really not suitable for outdoor sports.

  Liu Qingshan just remembered that London is famous for its smog capital.

   This is due to the climate, and in winter, coal is burned for heating.

  The air pressure is low in winter, so the soot produced is not easy to disperse in the air, which makes the foggy city.

  Even in 1952, the famous London smog incident occurred, which claimed the lives of more than 12,000 people.

   "The weather in London is really terrible."

   Having no choice, Liu Qingshan led the little six to the hotel gym and finished the morning exercise.

   After breakfast, Zheng Xiaoxiao led everyone to take a tour of the city.

  The next day, the two groups got together and boarded the flight back home.

  After more than ten hours of flying, I finally landed at the Capital Airport.

   "Go home!" The little six cheered, and then looked at the place where the city was: "Look, there seems to be a **** pot on it."

  From a distance, there is indeed a layer of smog over the city, and it doesn't seem to be much different from London.

  In fact, in the northern part of the country, this phenomenon is very common during the winter heating season, and the air quality is extremely poor.

   "It's better for us to go to Jiapigou." Little Six sighed.

   This is true. When it comes to the freshness of the air, of course the countryside is better than the city.

  Because most of the current rural areas do not use coal for heating, and the smoke from burning firewood is not so choking.

   Coupled with the vast land and sparse population, the air is of course better.

  Liu Qingshan touched her little head: "Okay, let's go home tomorrow."

  Out of the airport hall, there was a large group of people waiting to pick up the plane, so Liu Qingshan dodged to the side, and Writer Lu was the protagonist.

   Those who came to welcome, including officials from the cultural department, media reporters, and some enthusiastic people, also applauded vigorously.

   Everyone showed great respect and enthusiasm for the first Nobel laureate.

  Writer Lu also briefly said a few words, thanked all parties, and then drove to the hotel. After returning to China, he must participate in some activities, and even have an interview with the big leaders.

  Leader Geng also invited Liu Qingshan to go with him, but Liu Qingshan was not interested in getting involved in these matters, and led the dumb grandfather and others directly home.

   After taking a few days off to arrange the affairs of various companies, Liu Qingshan took Wu Tong with him and went home to prepare for the wedding.

  Finally, the fourth child and his friends from the capital have to go back when the wedding is approaching.

  Mute Grandpa and Little Six, of course, also returned in the same car, and Li Tie was in charge of driving.

   In the past few days, the dumb grandfather has not been idle, and has started to purchase the required herbs through the Capital Medical College.

   It’s just a wave of purchases in the early stage and shipped to the United States, so some medicinal materials are not enough.

   It seems that it is really like what the dumb grandfather said, go to Africa and see if there are suitable substitutes in the local area.

  Actually, according to Grandpa Dumb’s theory, everything exists between heaven and earth and has its own effects, but many of them have not been mastered and utilized.

  The car arrived in Chuncheng, and they needed to make some preparations to send Wu Tong home.

  In the evening of the second day, Liu Qingshan and his party finally returned to Jiapigou.

  At the end of December, the weather was already very cold, and the ground was covered with snow.

   "This time I'm really going home!"

  Xiao Liuzi got off the car at the entrance of the village, trotted into the village, and laughed all the way.

   "Hey, our bridegroom is back." Many villagers heard the news and joked about Liu Qingshan.

  Liu Qingshan greeted everyone cheerfully, it still feels good to be home.

   "Qingshan is back, I guess you should be back too. These days, everyone is thinking about your marriage."

  The old branch secretary and captain Zhang also came out, and there was a pole, both of them with their sleeves folded: "If the bridegroom doesn't come back, you're just too busy."

   After finishing speaking, he turned to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, Uncle Ganzi, I have prepared all the big fat pigs for you, so you can tell me when you will use the knife?"

  Liu Qingshan felt a deep warmth in his heart. This is how weddings are held in rural areas, and everyone helped to organize them.

   After chatting for a while, Liu Qingshan went home with Master and the others. As for the little six, they had already run back.

   First, I went to my grandfather's house for a tour, and then returned to my old house. I saw several aunts and aunts sitting on the Kang, making quilts.

  In this era, many things are handmade. Firstly, there are relatively few places for processing, and secondly, they are reluctant to spend money.

  There is a bright red quilt on the kang, with new cotton wadding inside, no matter how poor the family is, luggage and bedding are indispensable when getting married.

  The aunts threaded needles and threads in their hands, and sewed straight lines on the quilt. In the past two years, the use of quilt covers and the like has just emerged.

  Women wear a thimble on their fingers, which is a circular hoop, like a ring.

  There are fine and small pits on the surface. When sewing things, if it is too hard and it takes a lot of effort to pierce the needle, use this to push the nose of the needle, so it is called a thimble.

  Decades later, Liu Qingshan watched an interview in which a man held a thimble and asked those young girls, but most of them didn’t know what it was for.

  Rural people like to sit on the kang during winter leisure, chatting while doing work, and sometimes guessing riddles.

  There is a riddle about the thimble, which is called: no point, no point, clean eyes all over the body.

   There is another corresponding one: not too big, not too big, completely clean.

   "Qingshan is back, haha, look at our Xiaoshanzi, the most energetic young man in Jiapigou!"

  The captain’s aunt boasted with a smile on her face.

   "That's right, in the coming year, Elder Sister Lin Zhi will be able to embrace a big fat grandson." The daughter-in-law also followed suit.

  Mother Lin Zhi was sitting on the edge of the Kang, looking at her son and smiling: She had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

   In Liu Qingshan's heart, there is also a very special feeling: in the previous life, his mother passed away early, and he had no chance to enjoy family happiness at all. In this life, he must help his mother make up for this regret.

   "Qingshan, go up tomorrow, let's go to the grave." Lin Zhi suddenly heard something important.

  According to the local rules, when the boys in the family want to marry a wife, they have to go to the ancestors’ graves and burn paper.

  The general meaning is to pass the good news to the ancestors.

   It is a great event to add someone to the family, so the paper used to press the grave should not be the yellow paper that is usually burned, but red paper, which means that the family is going to have a happy event.

   "Mother, I'll go tomorrow." Liu Qingshan also felt that this news must be known to his father. If his father knows, he will be very pleased.

   After chatting for a few words and finishing the cups on the kang, these aunts and aunts went back to their respective homes.

   They all help each other, and there is no need to provide food.

  After sending off the guests, Lin Zhi said to his son: "Sanfeng, the new house should be the big brick house in the west courtyard. This old house is really too old?"

  Liu Qingshan smiled and shook his head: "Mother, I still have feelings for the old house, so let's get married in this house. Clean it up in the past few days, and the walls will be covered, and it's almost the same."

  Anyway, in his hometown, Liu Qingshan came back during the holidays, so there was no need to build a new house.

  The most important thing is that he has lived in this house since he was a child, and his feelings are really deep.

   "Xiao Tong, do you have any ideas?" Lin Zhi is a woman, so if she thinks about it from the perspective of a daughter-in-law, does she think this old house is too shabby.

   "Mother, it's okay, Tongtong doesn't dislike the poor and love the rich."

  Liu Qingshan understood Wu Tong's temperament, knew that girl, and also had feelings for this old house, because it was also the place where she gained a new life.

   Just as he was talking, he saw two old people, grandpa and grandpa, carrying a flower pot together, followed by the dumb grandpa, holding another pot in his hand.

  The flower pot is covered with a pocket, probably because it is worried about freezing outside.

  Liu Qingshan and Li Tie quickly took it over, and he had already guessed what flower it was.

  Liu Shikui gently took off the bag with a smile, revealing the Clivia with green leaves and red flowers inside.

   "Sanfeng, these two pots of Clivia are blooming to announce the good news, so they should be placed in the new house."

  Liu Shikui must know that his grandson will definitely use this house as a new house. Of course, his grandson knows best.

   "Okay grandpa." Liu Qingshan agreed, and placed the flower pot on the cabinet cover, and the inside of the room suddenly became full of life.

  Grandpa also smiled and said: "Flowers bloom to welcome the spring and add wealth, Qingshan, this is a gift from your grandpa and grandpa."

  My mother smiled and nodded beside her, and the corners of her eyes were slightly moist. She secretly chatted about the front of the skirt, wiped it, and the smile on her face became brighter than the blooming Clivia.

  At this time, Grandpa suddenly coughed softly: "Zhi'er, when Sanfeng is married, you will also be an old son marrying a wife. After the important matter is over, you should also think about your own affairs."

   "Dad..." Lin Zhi, who was in her forties, was blushed by the old father's words.

  Liu Shikui also nodded: "For so many years, Xiaozhi has suffered so much. Now that the children have grown up, life is better, and I am worthy of Zijun. Xiaozhi, don't worry, your parents will support you."

   After finishing speaking, Liu Shikui glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the dumb grandpa sitting on the edge of the kang.

   Liu Qingshan's heart also moved: Although he is called Grandpa, but the master is only in his fifties, and in future generations, he will only be at the level of an uncle.

  (end of this chapter)