Siheyuan: Since 51

Lao Song's finger was cut, and Monkey decisively sold out his teammates.

Later, because Old Song was bleeding too much and was about to die, he told the truth and said whatever he was asked.

It's definitely a contrast monkey. It would be strange if Lin Zhiyuan didn't grumble!

He can’t be said to be a very good person, but when it comes to patriotism, Lin Zhiyuan is very clear.

Ren Changxing, the young manager of Taihetang, Wang Kexian, the Beijing-based staff of Shanghai Taikang Commercial Bank, Qiao Zhuqing, the secretary of Dongcheng Street Office, and Tao Siyuan, a professor at the National University.

These four people, who are not related at all, cover a wide area, so Lin Zhiyuan dare not be careless.

Lin Zhiyuan is not going to let Old Song and the monkey go.

Try to pass the message directly to your superiors. It may be easier, but it won't be credible.

If he misled his superiors again and someone's real identity didn't match what Monkey said, leading to bad consequences, Lin Zhiyuan would be guilty of a serious crime.

After careful consideration, Lin Zhiyuan decided to take some time to visit Taihe Hall, as Ren Changxing was obviously the easiest to approach among the four.

The next day, in the morning.

Lin Zhiyuan's office.

A fair-skinned, honest-looking young man grinned.

"Team Leader Lin, I'm Liang Zepeng, here to report."

Lin Zhiyuan gestured with his hand, "Come, take a seat, have you completed all the formalities?"

Liang Zepeng was very humble and said, "Thank you for your concern. It has been done."

He has a good attitude and doesn't act arrogantly just because he is Li Huaide's relative.

After the greetings, Lin Zhiyuan instructed: "The purchasing team has been very busy recently, and you came just in time. Xu Ji Cloth Shop, go find the person in charge, Xu Yongxiang, to discuss the purchase of fabrics."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

After sending Liang Zepeng away, Lin Zhiyuan didn't stay in the factory for long.

Taihe Hall is not well-known in Beijing, but has a good reputation. It is located near Qianmen.

After strolling for a while, Lin Zhiyuan came to a two-story building.

The whole building has distinct characteristics and a typical classical style.

Above the main entrance, there is a plaque that looks quite old. It is engraved with three large characters "Taihetang", which looks solemn and ancient.

On the two side pillars, there is a couplet hanging: "I wish that people in the world are free of disease, so why not let the medicine on the shelf gather dust."

The doctor's kindness is fully demonstrated.

Think about the big banners hung in drugstores in later generations: "Spend 38 yuan and get 6 free eggs."

Lin Zhiyuan just felt it was extremely ironic.

Enter Taihe Hall.

Opposite the door, there is a medicine cabinet that takes up an entire wall, with so many small drawers that it is dizzying to look at.

In front of the medicine cabinet was a table, on which sat a middle-aged man, pounding medicine with a stone pestle.

On the left, there is a wooden moon door, behind which sits an old man with a white beard, wearing a grey gown and holding a yellowed old book, reading attentively.

On the right, in an open room, a young man in a white coat was also reading a book.

mash up?

A combination of Chinese and Western styles?

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned.

The middle-aged man who was pounding medicine heard footsteps, looked up and smiled.

"Comrade, do you want to get medicine or see a doctor?"

The old man with white beard also put down the book, stroked his goatee, and stood up and walked forward with a smile.

"His face is ruddy, his skin is smooth, his eyes are bright, his spirit is radiant, he walks like a dragon and a tiger, his breathing is even, this doesn't look like he's sick!"

Lin Zhiyuan secretly admired him, gave him a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Old comrade, you are awesome!"

The old man laughed, "The voice is loud and the mood is stable. It seems that no one in the family is ill."

My goodness, is he an old doctor or an old Taoist priest?

As a doctor, you don't study medicine, so you study fortune-telling?

Lin Zhiyuan was just about to speak when a young man's voice came from the right.

"Comrade, just to be on the safe side, you should come over here and let me check you over!"

Lin Zhiyuan's forehead was full of black lines. What does it mean? Do you have to make me sick?

The old man stroked his goat beard and stopped abruptly. "Rebellious son, Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. What do you know?"

The young man did not back down. "Dad, Chinese medicine is not scientific at all. You have to face reality. I have told you many times that it is too arbitrary to draw conclusions based on facial complexion alone."

"You..." The old man gasped, "Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years. The Ren family has been doing this since the Qing Dynasty. Taihe Hall has stood firm. Could it be that they are all fooling people?"

……

Lin Zhiyuan never expected that he would be able to see such a good show.

Seeing the two arguing, he stretched out his hand to stop them, "What are your names, you two?"

"I am Ren Xiangsong."

"I am Ren Changxing."

After confirming the target, Lin Zhiyuan immediately turned around and asked with a smile: "Brother Ren, have you ever studied abroad?"

Ren Changxing said proudly: "Yes, I studied in the United States for more than ten years and systematically studied Western medicine for more than six years."

Lin Zhiyuan looked at Ren Xiangsong again, "Mr. Ren, I'm quite curious. Why did you let him go to the United States to study Western medicine when he obviously has a family background in medicine?"

"Alas, I had a son in my old age, and the country was in turmoil. For safety reasons, I had no choice but to send him abroad to study. Who would have thought..."

It was their first meeting, so Lin Zhiyuan didn't want to ask too many questions, so he said casually, "You two, it doesn't necessarily mean you are in opposition. Have you ever thought about combining Chinese and Western medicine?"

After these words were spoken, Ren Xiangsong and Ren Changxing both frowned.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't say much, but instead made the excuse he had prepared in advance.

"You two, take your time to figure it out! I got two tiger bones and want to make tiger bone wine. What kind of medicinal materials do I need?"

"The secret recipe passed down from generation to generation is not to be passed on to outsiders."

Ren Xiangsong raised his eyebrows and continued, "However, if you are assured, you can entrust us at Taihe Hall to make wine for you."

How does this work?

There are more than just two tiger bones in the space. If someone brings tiger bones to your door every now and then to ask for a bath, how can that be?

Just when I was wondering how to start, Ren Changxing's voice rang out again.

"Dad, it's your old-fashioned thinking that's holding back social progress."

"Rebellious son, I am still here, and it is not your turn to make the decisions at Taihe Hall!"

Although I didn't get the recipe, I had a good excuse.

the next day.

Lin Zhiyuan still didn't work properly. He came to Taihetang again under the pretext of buying the formula at a high price.

As soon as he entered the door, Ren Changxing joked: "Wow, you are really persistent!"

Lin Zhiyuan spread his hands and said with a smile: "Tiger bones are hard to find, so it's better to soak them in wine according to the recipe to avoid wasting things."

"Let me tell you, the so-called tiger bone wine is not as good as you think. Besides, most medical clinics and pharmacies on the market have recipes, and although they are not exactly the same, they are pretty much the same."

Ren Xiangsong's expression became uglier as he listened, "You are a rebellious son, you are ignorant and unskilled. A slight mistake can lead to a huge error. Do you understand?"

Ren Changxing curled his lips and said nothing more.

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Old sir, please think about it again. If you guarantee that it is for your own use, I am willing to buy it at a high price."

Ren Xiangsong hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Little comrade, you should have more than two tiger bones, right?"

What do you mean?

Are you planning to take the tiger bones?

Lin Zhiyuan would be happy if he could exchange one or two tiger bones for the recipe of tiger bone wine.

Just then, three people walked in.

The middle-aged man in the lead frowned and asked, "Ren Changxing, could you please stop being so unreasonable?"