The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Soon, Deputy Director Li appeared in Xu Damao's mind.

Xu Damao took over his father's class. After entering the rolling mill, the first thing he did was to research the factory leader.

There are five top leaders in the rolling mill.

The factory director, Yang, is a stubborn person with a clean and honest style, and he hates other people's tricks.

Three years ago, in order to be promoted to the director, a deputy director of the workshop asked Director Yang to help him speak well in the ministries and committees.

Carrying two bottles of Moutai wine, ten catties of fat, I wanted to go through the back door at night.

In the end, he was thrown out by Director Yang with gifts.

On the second day, the audience was informed and a major demerit was recorded.

Since then, Director Yang has gained a good reputation of incorruptibility.

Such a person cannot be a backer.

Deputy factory director, deputy factory director Li, deputy factory director Liu, and deputy factory director Zhang.

The latter two have no real power, and they have no right to make suggestions on what workers should do, so they can be ruled out.

Xu Damao focused on Deputy Director Li.

Although deputy factory director Li is the deputy factory director, he is in charge of the daily work of the factory.

There is also the support of the old father-in-law behind him.

In the rolling mill, his strength is comparable to that of Director Yang.

The key is that Deputy Director Li is very 'flexible'.

It is said that Liu Lan, who does odd jobs in the back kitchen, is the lover of Deputy Director Li.

After some research, Xu Damao suddenly felt that he was very similar to Deputy Director Li.

He frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "Did I get hugged wrong in the hospital back then?"

"My surname should be Li!"

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Chapter 108 100 yuan

The weekend morning in the courtyard changed from the hustle and bustle of the past.

Adults spend most of the night tired from weekend life, and they always have to sleep hard in the morning.

It's also rare for the children to stay in bed, and even when they wake up, they sleep under the covers with their eyes open, rong.

Without interruptions, the light morning mist wandered freely in the courtyard until it was crushed by a dark green bicycle.

"Dingling!" "Dingling!"

"Does Comrade Li Donglai live here?"

"Your manuscript fee has arrived!"

The crisp bells and the rough shouts of the postman broke the silence of the courtyard.

The adults were awakened by the word "authorship fee", they rubbed their eyes and got up.

"Payment fee? Has Li Donglai published an article?"

"I heard it was a thesis. Two days ago, the factory gave him a certificate of merit and a bicycle ticket!"

"Tsk tsk, I've paid so much, and there is also the manuscript fee, it's really enviable."

"Then you also published a paper?"

"..."

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Amidst the discussion, everyone surrounded them with sleepy eyes.

Publishing articles in newspapers and magazines is a rare thing these days, and everyone wants to know how much the manuscript fee is.

Li Donglai was also a little drunk last night drinking with Xu Damao. Hearing the yelling, he didn't react for a while.

"Brother, the money-giver is here, get up quickly." Li Xiaomei ran in with excitement written all over her little face.

Only then did Li Donglai come to his senses, put on his shirt and coat, and walked out of the room with his cloth shoes.

"Comrade, please sign your name here on your wire transfer slip." Comrade postman still has a lot of newspapers and letters to be delivered, and he seemed very anxious. Seeing Li Donglai coming out, he immediately handed over a pale red wire transfer slip and a pen.

Li Donglai took a look at the remittance slip, and after confirming that there was no mistake in the name, he signed his name on the attachment of the wire transfer slip.

"Tear"

Comrade postman tore off the attachment, carefully packed it in a canvas bag, got on his bicycle and left.

At this time, the surrounding audience couldn't bear their doubts.

The little daughter-in-law of the Liu family walked forward with the child in her arms, and looked at Li Donglai enviously: "Doctor Li, is this the manuscript fee from the magazine?"

Li Donglai smiled and said, "Yeah, I thought I wouldn't come until the end of the month, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

In fact, he didn't even know that he would be paid for publishing papers.

In his previous life, as a veterinarian, he had also submitted papers, but in the end he had to pay the magazine page fees.

After Li Dong finished speaking, he smiled at the big guy and was about to go back to the house.

After all, showing off money in public can only make everyone jealous.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a strange voice behind him: "Isn't it just a few cents? People who are proud of him and who don't know think it's so great. Liu Erchui from our workshop I published an article in the factory newspaper, and the factory rewarded me with a 5-cent meal ticket.”

Turning around slowly, I saw Jia Xudong was talking with the corners of his mouth curled up, talking to the people around him with a look of jealousy.

If it was normal, Li Donglai would definitely just smile and let it go.

But now Jia Xudong's words are already slanderous.

People like Jia Xudong belong to the kind of villains who only dare to talk behind others' backs.

If he doesn't clarify in time, he might make up even more outrageous rumors.

Thinking of this, Li Donglai strode up and waved at Jia Xudong: "Brother Xudong, do you want to know how much money is on the wire transfer form? Come here, I'll let you take a look."

"Just look at it, you still have more than 5 yuan? Hmph!"

Jia Xudong curled his lips and walked over with his head bent.

His eyes fell on the wire transfer form, his face flushed suddenly, and he turned his head without saying a word.

This left those onlookers scratching their heads.

"How much is it? Jia Xudong was so angry that he couldn't speak."

"I reckon it's worth ten dollars anyway."

"Tsk tsk, you can earn ten yuan by writing a few words, this Li Donglai is really amazing."

. . .

Li Donglai went back to the house, took out the remittance slip from his pocket, and looked at it again and again.

No wonder Lu Zhishen often said that knowledge is wealth and knowledge is power.

For a simple paper, the magazine paid 100 yuan for the manuscript.

This is 100 yuan, enough to buy more than 1000 catties of stick noodles.

The stick noodles are thick and rough, and the skin is not peeled when grinding the stick noodles with stones. The steamed steamed buns are scumbags in the mouth.

But it is this kind of hard-to-eat food that the commune is only willing to let the members eat it when the farming is busy in Qinjiagou.

This 100 yuan came too easily!

Li Donglai stroked the vermilion seal on the wire transfer form, and a bold idea came to his mind.

If the simple and relatively mature medical knowledge of later generations is selected and published as a paper that is suitable for the conditions of this era.

Wouldn't it be possible to earn more 100 yuan?

Modern medicine has developed rapidly in the past ten years.

Medical knowledge that looks like common sense in later generations, in this era, medical experts in European and American civilizations are still in the exploration stage.

. . .

Medicine developed very slowly and primitively compared to other disciplines.

The reason is simple, the cost of medical trial and error is extremely high.

It takes more than ten years for a drug to go from research and development to marketing.

Wait for it to be used on patients, at least many years later.

Of course, as a veterinarian, Li Donglai has only studied simple pharmacology, so he cannot produce special medicines for future generations.

However, he knows the principles of some commonly used drugs.

For example, Li Donglai once studied the molecular formula of the drug that was accidentally invented to benefit men in order to develop drugs for the treatment of cardiovascular diseases.

This miracle medicine, which benefits hundreds of millions of men around the world, earned Ruihui hundreds of billions of dollars in later generations.

Now that we have come to this era, it is natural to cut off the beard.

Otherwise, I'm sorry for the exploitation of those international drug giants.

However, all this needs to be done step by step.

Although having the molecular formula is like knowing a needle in the ocean,

But if you want to fish out this needle, and then mass-produce it.

A large number of pharmaceutical talents and high-precision instruments are required.

Li Donglai, as a barefoot doctor, cannot provide all these.

What he can do now is to publish papers first, and slowly improve his reputation in the medical field while earning royalties.

In this world, fame often brings great power.