The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

This little padded jacket is a gift!

Ding Boren and Li Donglai, who had a good attitude, chatted enthusiastically.

During the chat, Li Donglai also found out that this future father-in-law turned out to be a professor of mechanical design.

His heart moved and he began to calculate.

In the future gale, intellectuals like Ding Boren may be affected.

If you can prepare in advance. ． ．

Li Donglai looked at Ding Boren and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are an expert in machinery, do you want to work in a machinery factory or a rolling mill?"

"Go to work in a factory?" Ding Boren was stunned for a moment, then shook his head again and again: "I'm a professor, so naturally I have to stay in a university and do research work so that I can make the most of it."

Facing the tough Ding Boren, Li Donglai could only continue to persuade: "Uncle, as the old saying goes, what is achieved on paper is always superficial, and I know that this matter must be practiced. The mechanical design work itself serves the factory. Only by going deep into the factory workshop, Only then can you make better use of your talents.”

After finishing speaking, seeing that Ding Boren's brows were frowned, he could only add vaguely: "Now, the whole country is advocating going deep into the masses. You blindly hide in the ivory tower, what do others think of you?"

Ding Boren stood up slowly and walked around in the study.

The last sentence of the son-in-law seems to have something to say.

In the past, he would not have cared.

As a university professor, he has his own pride.

but.

Recently, the wind has become more and more wrong.

It seems that the matter of joining the factory really needs to be considered.

In just one sentence, Ding Boren's understanding of Li Donglai was once again refreshed.

This barefoot doctor is not only diligent in his studies, proficient in foreign languages, but also highly sensitive.

This son-in-law really doesn't poke.

Ding Boren was about to drag Li Donglai to chat for a while, when there was a crisp knock on the door.

Opening the door, Ding's mother stood outside, staring at him fiercely, and muttered in a low voice: "You old man, you really don't wink at all. I don't know how to save some time for the young people."

Ding Boren laughed in surprise.

. . .

Li Donglai, who was 'driven out' of the study, came to Ding Qiunan's room.

"Brother Donglai, sit down first, I'll pour you a cup of chrysanthemum tea."

Ding Qiunan was distressed that he drank so much wine at noon, so he opened the door with his glass and left.

Li Donglai also looked around the room casually.

He quickly noticed that there was a book wrapped in kraft paper in the desk drawer that was not closed.

Was Ding Qiunan studying just now?

Li Donglai sat on the chair and took it out, on which was written "Internal Medicine".

She is really learning, and this little daughter-in-law is too active and progressive.

Li Donglai felt that he could not fall behind, so he opened the book gently.

On the yellowed paper, there are neatly written words in blue pen.

'Dedicated to young friends who know love and are loyal to love, recalling the past is beautiful, filling our mood with sweet memories. '

Manuscript. ． ． ．

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Chapter 126

Today is the weekend, Yan Bugui doesn't have to go to work.

Early in the morning, I was ready to go out to pick up waste.

He has already saved 130 yuan, and if he works hard for a week, he can save a bicycle.

Holding the burlap bag, as soon as he walked to the door, he met two young men in gray uniforms.

The three met face to face.

Yan Bugui was in a hurry to pick up the scraps, crossed the threshold sideways, and hurried out.

After taking two steps, a voice came from behind: "Comrade, can I spare you a little time?"

Yan Bugui turned his head and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Are you an old resident of the compound?" The gray Chinese tunic didn't answer him, but took out a notebook and questioned him.

Seeing this posture, Yan Bugui suddenly became nervous.

He pursed his lips and said with a smile: "I have lived in the compound for more than ten years, can you tell me what happened?"

The gray Chinese tunic still didn't answer him, and continued to ask: "Grandpa, what is your name?"

"Yan Pugui."

"employer?"

"Red Star Steel Rolling Plant primary school teacher." Yan Bugui became more and more startled when he answered, it was a bit like interrogating a prisoner.

Is picking up scraps considered speculative?

Yan Bugui said with some guilt: "Although I am a teacher, my family background is three generations of civilians."

Perhaps seeing Yan Bugui's nervousness, the gray tunic suit explained: "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you. We are comrades from the Rolling Mill Hospital, and we are here to ask you what you think of Comrade Li Donglai."

"You live in the same compound, you should be familiar with his situation."

"How about we go to the house and talk?"

The gray Chinese tunic also had this intention, and followed Yan Bugui into the house.

"Master, what do you think of Comrade Li Donglai's character?"

After the questioning officially started, Yan Bugui understood.

These three comrades were visiting the masses.

He experienced this kind of thing when the vice principal of the school was promoted before.

Li Donglai is obviously about to be promoted.

A heart, landed safely.

Yan Bugui came back to life.

For Li Donglai, of course he is not stingy with good words.

"There's nothing to say about character. This kid likes to help his neighbors the most. As the third master in the compound, I feel ashamed."

"Does he have any bad habits, such as gambling, messing around with men and women?"

"No, absolutely not! Comrade Li Donglai seems to be talking to a female doctor in the hospital. How could he mess up the relationship between men and women!"

. . .

The gray tunic suit recorded Yan Bugui's words in the notebook, and then looked at the third mother.

"Ma'am, what's your impression of Comrade Li Donglai?"

With Yan Bugui's prelude, the third mother has long understood.

She said with a smile: "I'm an old woman, and I don't have a job. I stay in this compound all day. I know very well about the matter in the compound."

"Li Donglai is just like what my old man said just now. He is a kind man and warm to his neighbors. There is no one in this compound who does not praise him."

"For example, when He Yushui lost his tuition last time, it was Li Donglai who lent money to He Yushui to pay her tuition."

"He Yushui is a poor girl, her brother is not up to par, and the family doesn't even have food."

"Li Donglai asked He Yushui to eat at his house every night."

"Tell me, can such a person be a good person?"

"and also..."

"(Abaa Baba)...and..."

The three mothers chattered for half an hour.

The two gray tunic suits looked at each other silently, and then wrote in their notebooks, "The third mother thinks Comrade Li Donglai is a good person." '

. . .

After inquiring about Yan Bugui's family, the gray tunic suit continued to visit other people.

For Li Donglai, the big guy naturally spared no good words.

After all, a while ago, with Li Donglai, they were able to eat the stew in the courtyard.

There is meat in it.

. . .

Soon, the two arrived at Yi Zhonghai's house in the backyard.

As an eighth-level fitter, Yi Zhonghai always wanted to be the workshop director when he was young.

Therefore, he is familiar with the promotion process.

Seeing a Chinese tunic with a small book, he asked questions about Li Donglai.

I immediately understood that this is to promote Li Donglai!

This kid really has a hand.

For a moment, Yi Zhonghai's heart was filled with various emotions of 'envy, jealousy and hatred'.

However, in the face of questioning, he still did not hesitate to speak well.

Once you say bad things and let Li Donglai know about it, the matter of providing for the elderly will be ruined.