In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shined through the window and hit the bed. Jiang Fei was awakened by the dazzling and warm sunlight.
His room has two beds, and he and Tu Songjun share one.
Mr. Ma and his grandson Ma Shengli lived in the same room.
Weng Hai and Shui Changlu lived in the same room, but they didn't go home because it was getting too late.
Jiang Fei rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up from the bed, glanced at Tu Songjun, who was still sleeping soundly, shook his head, and quickly put on his clothes.
When I came to the wash basin, I filled a plate of hot water from a thermos, mixed it with cold water, washed my face, and washed my head at the same time.
Because it is short hair, it is easy to take care of.
Jiang Fei didn't wake Tu Songjun up. Since he had nothing to do in the morning, he should just let him sleep.
He stepped out of the room, went downstairs, and came to the courtyard of the guest house. The street was already very lively, with people riding bicycles and cars passing by from time to time, but most of them still walked.
Most of the colors of these people's clothes are mainly black, white, gray and blue.
You rarely see bright clothing colors like pink, red, and yellow.
Most black and white ones are Chinese tunic suits and shirts, usually worn by cadres.
Gray and blue are mostly work clothes, worn by workers.
In two years' time, clothing styles and colors will gradually change. By then, perms and bell-bottoms will also become more and more popular.
By then people will listen to Teresa Teng's songs, listen to Hong Kong music, and watch martial arts movies, which will become fashionable.
Times are changing little by little, and the memories of the past are disappearing little by little.
I still can't feel this spring breeze now. After all, this is the mainland, and it's the northeastern part of China.
If you go to the coast now, or go directly to the Greater Bay Area, you will feel that this wave has already begun.
"Xiao Jiang, why did you get up so early?"
The sound of Shui Changlu came from behind. Jiang Fei turned around and saw that Shui Changlu was fully dressed and riding his bicycle to work.
"Eldest brother, are you going to work so early?"
Shui Changlu smiled wryly and nodded: "Today is a day for textile factory workers to see a doctor together. The hospital is very busy, so I have to go early."
"Don't the textile factories have their own hospitals?" Jiang Fei asked in surprise.
Shui Changlu shook his head and smiled: "This textile factory is relatively small, with only a few hundred people, so it does not have its own hospital, and it is very close to our provincial hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, so we usually get medical treatment there."
"By the way, Director Qiu has prepared breakfast. You can see it when you go to the first floor."
"I'm going to work first and will pick you up in the evening."
Shui Changlu glanced at the time on his watch, stopped talking nonsense, and left on his bicycle.
Jiang Fei stood outside for a while and didn't see Weng Hai. He probably got up earlier than himself and had already gone to work.
When I walked to the corner of the first floor, I smelled the fragrant smell coming from the kitchen.
"Xiao Jiang, come and have breakfast."
After Director Qiu saw Jiang Fei from a distance, he immediately smiled and waved his hand.
Jiang Fei walked closer and saw that all the guests staying in the guest house came with meal tickets or money to buy meals.
Seeing this, he also wanted to dig into his pocket to get money, but Director Qiu stopped him with a smile.
"Haha, Director Shui has already given it to you, you can just eat it."
Director Qiu has a good personality. Of course, maybe it is because of Mr. Tang and Shui Changlu that he is extremely kind to him.
He personally brought a bowl of porridge, then brought the bowl with the steamed buns over and placed it on the small table nearby.
"Thank you, Director Qiu, then I'm welcome."
Yesterday's acupuncture actually consumed a lot of money and he was already hungry, so he didn't hesitate to sit down at the table and started eating.
Jiang Fei was almost finished eating when he saw Mr. Ma and Ma Shengli walking over.
Director Qiu is naturally busy again.
"Mr. Ma, are you going to see my master later?"
Jiang Fei asked Ma Zhishan with a smile on his face.
Ma Zhishan nodded slowly while drinking porridge: "Let's go meet some old friends."
The old friends he was talking about must be the big guys in the traditional Chinese medicine field in the province.
"Are you going or not?"
Ma Zhishan asked with a smile.
Jiang Fei shook his head: "I won't go now. It's not a good rule to break monsters."
A few days before becoming a disciple, you are not allowed to see the master. This is also the old rule.
Of course Ma Zhishan knew that Jiang Fei could not see Tang Shizhong before tonight, so he just asked casually, mainly because he wanted to elicit the next sentence.
"I go to see the world with victory."
This is what he really wants to say and what he wants to express.
Jiang Fei glanced at Ma Shengli, who was immersed in eating. Ma Shengli, who was almost thirty years old, to Ma Zhishan, was the only hope of the Ma family and the only inheritance.
"Okay, Brother Shengli's medical skills are extraordinary. You should let your friends see it."
When Ma Zhishan heard this, he just smiled slightly and said nothing. He knew that Jiang Fei's words were false. He knew what his grandson's level was.
But there is no need to expose it, otherwise Sun Tzu Ma Shengli will feel uncomfortable.
A grandfather would never expose his grandson's shortcomings like this.
After Jiang Fei had breakfast, he returned to his room.
Ma Zhishan took Ma Shengli and followed the people sent by Mr. Tang. Naturally, he went to meet his old friends.
Jiang Fei went back to the room and woke Tu Songjun up. It would be useless if he didn't wake him up. He wouldn't have breakfast for a while.
"Go have breakfast, around the corner on the first floor."
Jiang Fei looked at Tu Songjun, who was still a little confused when he opened his eyes, and he gestured.
"Ah...I'll go right away."
Tu Songjun wiped his groggy eyes, yawned and sat up, then put on his clothes, washed his face carelessly, and ran out.
Jiang Fei shook his head. Although Tu Songjun was a few years older than him, he was far behind in terms of calmness.
He took out a book in his pocket and read it. It was "New Treatise on the Spleen and Stomach"
This is the medical book that Uncle Ge Zhongge gave me in Dawa Village.
I had nothing to do all day, and I had no other activities except reading.
As for Beichun City, there is nothing to wander around now. Apart from a pseudo-imperial palace, there is nothing to see in Nanhu Park.
It was approaching noon, and Jiang Fei had almost finished reading the entire book.
Dong Dong…
A knock on the door interrupted Jiang Fei's thoughts of reading.
Tu Songjun had come back a long time ago and was also lying on the bed reading a book. He was reading the previous version of the "Huangdi Neijing"
"Open the door!"
Jiang Fei motioned towards Tu Songjun without looking back.
Tu Songjun sat up like a carp, then walked to the door in a few steps, opened the door and looked out.
"Who are you looking for?"
In front of him was a middle-aged man in a black shirt, about thirty or forty years old, staring at him with a smile.
"Are you Jiang Fei?"
Yang Tingjing asked Tu Songjun with a smile, his eyes full of smiles.
Tu Songjun shook his head and said, "I'm not Jiang Fei. What's wrong with you?"
Yang Tingjing saw that the young man in front of him was not Jiang Fei, so he glanced inside the room and saw Jiang Fei's back sitting on the bed.
"Who are you? What's wrong?"
Tu Songjun frowned and asked with an unhappy face.
Yang Tingjing then answered: "My name is Yang Tingjing. I am Mr. Wu's apprentice. I am here to find Jiang Fei."
"My master wants to see Jiang Fei."
After Tu Songjun heard this, he turned to look at Jiang Fei. Without him needing to shout, Jiang Fei had already gotten out of bed and walked over.
Jiang Fei saw that this Yang Tingjing looked very ordinary, but he had a faint smell of medicinal materials, so he was indeed a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.
But who is this Mr. Wu? Do you know him?
"Excuse me, who is Mr. Wu?"
Jiang Fei asked him with a smile, not afraid of offending anyone.
Yang Tingjing was actually very puzzled in his heart. Suddenly this morning, his master asked him to come to the Zhanqian Guesthouse and find a young man named Jiang Fei to meet his master.
He was originally going to work at the Beichun Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, so he had no choice but to come here first.
Now that Jiang Fei asked himself this, he felt puzzled, but he had to answer: "My master's name is Wu Qiming, and he is the honorary vice president of Beichun Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital."
Wu Qiming?
Jiang Fei was shocked and quickly looked at Yang Tingjing. This man was no more than forty years old, which was in line with the time when Wu Qiming accepted his disciples.
As for who this Wu Qiming is, why is Jiang Fei so surprised?
Wu Qiming, formerly known as Jiang Lianhai, is Jiang Fei's biological grandfather, the same grandfather who was thrown out of Jiang County by Guo Wenmin and Wei Hong ten years ago.
Now he is the health care doctor of Chen Xi and Chen Lao, a famous traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Beichun City, and has his own situation.
Finally, after enduring it for so long and waiting for so long, he was finally going to see himself.
Jiang Fei didn't feel excited about seeing his grandfather. After all, he didn't have much memory and he was not the original owner yet.
In addition, since Wu Qiming changed his name, it means that he has detached himself from the past.
From a physical point of view, he is his grandfather, but he may not be that close to him.
Otherwise, if it was my first time coming to Beichun City, I should go see my grandpa.
Instead of delaying it until this time.
But since it was grandpa who invited me to see him, I had to go.