Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

Otherwise, I'd better register my two sons.

As the first person in the crowd completed the registration, everyone seemed to break free from their previous restraints.

Everyone came forward to register in an orderly manner according to the list read out by the street office staff.

Most of the farmers here are employees of brick and cement factories. Many families have all their members working there, and there are also a considerable number of female workers.

We were busy until almost noon when the registration work was finally completed.

"Everyone has registered, so go home. By the way, don't forget that those who are registering tomorrow have to go to the street office to get their household registration books and food grain books!" The street office director closed his notebook, stood up, and reminded everyone again.

"Got it, Director!"

Everyone responded in unison. Perhaps after completing the registration, everyone felt more confident and no longer had the fear they had before when facing the director of the subdistrict office again.

"Okay, Xiao Liu, pack up, we should go! Xiao Zhang, move Auntie's table back first!"

As he spoke, the director of the subdistrict office turned around and gave instructions to several subdistrict office staff members beside him.

"Okay, Director!"

Several people responded immediately.

Two of the men lifted the table, one on the left and one on the right, and moved it steadily back into the house amid the aunt's enthusiastic thanks. Then the group left and walked down the mountain.

"Boss, do you think we are dreaming? Can we all get urban hukou so smoothly and become formal employees of the research institute?"

Until all the people from the street office left, a woman with red eyes could not help but look at her husband and asked, tears welling up in her eyes and she couldn't stop them.

This surprise came so suddenly that it felt like a dream to her.

"Why is it not true? Could it be false? You silly woman, stop talking nonsense, it's bad luck! You have to understand that our family will soon have three workers, and we will be real working class in the future! I also heard that as long as we work long enough in the institute, the institute will give us a house! Our family has finally made it!"

The husband's face was full of smiles, his eyes were shining with excitement, and his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.

"Yes, I've also heard about this from my friends at the Engineering Machinery Factory, but I don't know if we can get a house. I heard that the house is very spacious, with a separate toilet and cooking area!"

A farmer who had just completed registration could not contain his inner anticipation and excitedly shared the news he had heard, his eyes full of longing for the future.

"Really? Then tell me, how long do you have to work to be eligible for a room?"

As soon as the topic of dividing the houses was brought up, everyone instantly became excited and the mood suddenly became high.

In the traditional Chinese concept, houses and land are the foundation of life, and only when you have a house can you be said to have roots.

"How would I know that? I just heard it from my friends."

After being questioned by everyone, the farmer who had just spoken was suddenly speechless, his face turned red, and his eyes began to avoid.

In fact, he had just helped a few employees from the construction machinery factory move things before, and he happened to hear someone mention him. It was only out of vanity that he called him his buddy.

Now that he was being questioned by everyone, he felt extremely nervous, fearing that if he continued talking he would be exposed. He could only shake his head and keep silent.

Seeing that he really didn't want to say more, everyone didn't want to force him. They couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but their eyes were still full of anxiety and expectation for the future, and everyone's face was filled with excitement.

After all, from this moment on, they have established a firm foothold here. As long as they continue to work hard, they believe that their lives will get better and better.

The wheel of time rolls forward, never stopping for someone or something. In a blink of an eye, two months have passed in a flash.

At this time, Changping District was once again bustling with activity due to the construction of a fertilizer plant, a brick and tile factory, and a cement plant.

In the eyes of Song Weiguo, Dong Cheng and others, the former brick and tile factory and cement factory were called factories, but in fact they were no different from two small workshops.

Now that it has been assigned to the research institute, it is natural for it to undergo formalization transformation.

Song Weiguo knew Dean Zhou Tian's work style. If he did something, he would either not do it or do it to the best of his ability. Therefore, he would never allow such a small workshop to continue to exist.

Since taking over the fertilizer plant, brick factory, cement plant and Red Star Hospital here, Song Weiguo has been busy every day. From time to time, he personally goes to the construction team to have in-depth exchanges with the sweaty construction workers to discuss project progress and quality issues.

Either they run around to various medical schools and try their best to "recruit people"; or they go to great lengths to visit those miraculous doctors who are hidden among the people.

The TCM Management Regulations issued in 1951 plunged the TCM community into a huge crisis. The regulations stipulated that all TCM practitioners must take Western medicine exams, and those who failed would be disqualified from practicing medicine. This regulation triggered strong indignation in the TCM community, making the development of TCM increasingly difficult. Many famous TCM practitioners became discouraged and left the city.

Song Weiguo's invitation was like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating the hopes in the hearts of these traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners were moved by Song Weiguo's sincerity and enthusiasm and came to the suburbs of Changping one after another.

This place seemed to be the last line of defense for Chinese medicine in difficult situations. Of course, this would not be possible without Zhou Tian's support.

Zhou Tian had experienced the booming development of Western medicine and the gradual decline of traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life. He was absolutely unwilling to watch traditional Chinese medicine repeat the mistakes of his previous life and decline.

Although he is not a saint and cannot completely change the difficult situation of traditional Chinese medicine being suppressed by his own efforts, at least he wants to do his best to retain a little vitality for traditional Chinese medicine.

For this reason, the Health Department expressed dissatisfaction with the Institute's practice of accepting a large number of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners and raised questions on many occasions.

But every time, Zhou Tian responded bluntly.

Zhou Tian is a low-key person, but that doesn't mean he is easy to bully.

Over the years, he has made many connections. Although his network is not enough to completely influence a national policy, he still has a certain ability to affect the decision-making direction of the domestic health department.

The leaders above would not blame him for this matter. After all, many bigwigs actually support the issue of accepting traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Especially the core leaders of the country, as the helmsmen of the country's development direction, how could they not understand the important role of traditional Chinese medicine for the nation and the country? It was just that some policies had to be implemented due to the situation at that time.

Zhou Tian’s approach happened to be in line with their inner thoughts, so they chose to acquiesce.

"Dean, the Health Department called again!"