Wendeng's name is said to take Qin Shihuang's station in Wenshan and summon literati to climb the mountain to praise him. The reason why Qin Shihuang came to Jiaodong was just to seek immortality in the sea. Before the railway telegram was released, Jiaodong was originally a remote place, a forgotten corner of the mainland. During the Xinhai Revolution in another place, people from Shandong Tongmenghui initiated the Jiaodong ritual. After occupying Wendeng City, in order to raise funds for the Northern Expedition, they failed to seek wages and issued a detention of the large county households to arrest and impose forced donations.

Although he was a county magistrate who destroyed his family and a prefect of the family, during the new and old dynasties, he wanted to attack the landlords with only a hundred student soldiers. Naturally, he was named for the Qing Dynasty, but he actually defended his family and property. At that time, he summoned the letter of chicken feathers from the villages to the villages. More than 10,000 village soldiers who had been struggling not only set up checkpoints in the county to kill the "tu Ni", but also easily destroyed the revolutionary government in the county. Wendeng County had no braids and immediately executed fifty-nine people, known in history as the 59 martyrs of Xinhai.

This is another time and space, and in this time and space, the entire Shandong was successfully restored. Even if there is a battle, the story of such a small county town will naturally not be heard by Yang Rui. He only knew that the county magistrate Wendeng was called Zuo Rulin, the president of the local farmer association was called Yu Guanjing, and the person in charge of Dali Temple was called Lin Jikui. These are the three names about Wendeng in the official quick check manual. But as soon as he crossed the bridge, he heard the vendors and vegetable farmers who were going to enter the city, and they were scolding Zuo Rulin and Yu Guanjing.

"Zuo Rulin is a bastard! Yu Guanjing is a bastard! The farmer's club is a bastard..." Although this is different from what the young white-faced soldier said on the bridge, the format is the same. The vendors shouted loudly, but in order to enter the city to sell vegetables, the vegetable farmers shouted without any scruples, and spit on a corpse with the words "Yu Guanjing". For them, whether Zuo Rulin is the county magistrate and whether Yu Guanjing is the president of the farmer's club is no more important than laying a few eggs by his own hen. They all went to the city to "make soy sauce".

Perhaps it was because he had a quarrel at the bridge before, but Yang Rui was taken aside by a soldier as soon as he crossed the bridge. The bag in front of him was pulled over. The soldier who was checking did not understand the zipper and stared at the corns. He flipped the bag up and down but couldn't find the buttons. He was so anxious that he immediately pulled out the bayonet to cut it. Yang Rui, who couldn't stand it, had to take it and help him pull it away. Seeing this, he suddenly glared at him, and muttered something.

There was nothing prohibited in the bag, and Yang Rui had no guns and ammunition on his body. He thought that when he passed the customs, a young man in silk who was watching him stop him, "Where did you get the shot?"

"Wang Dun came over. I didn't know what he was doing at night, so I fired guns everywhere..." Yang Rui had to repeat the lie again. At the same time, he handed over the ID. He said again: "I did some small business, but suddenly I was shot and my son was shot. I was in a hurry to go to the city to see a doctor. Please make some convenience."

"The farmer association is all bastards!! He even killed my uncle." The young man gritted his teeth and cursed, then turned to a soldier and said, "Baodan, take this person to the New City Pharmacy for medical treatment."

Unexpectedly, no one recognized him and could meet a good person. Yang Rui, who had been running like a wild dog for nearly a day, was actually a little grateful. However, as soon as he entered Kunyu Gate, he saw the "Farewell Eight Dukes" painted on the inside of the city gate, and looked at the crooked mouth and cracked face, and he felt relieved. As long as he was not a person with a heart, he did not read the blurry black and white photos in the newspaper; or subscribed to Oriental Magazine and copied the color photos on the title page of the magazine, no one should know what Prime Minister Yang Jingcheng looked like.

After stuffing the treasure egg who led the way for a few dollars, Yang Rui began to ask: "Is there something big in this city? Why...?"

"Hehe..." Anyone who has money is smiling, and the red date face called Baodan smiled and said in a low voice: "You don't know that the day before yesterday, the government office caught people like a snoring, that was.... Tsk tsk, hundreds of people were killed overnight. Some of them are still hanging on the city walls. When dawn, the murderers gathered meetings in the four townships and said that they would confiscate the landlord's property. Those who refused to offer their property would have to collect heavy taxes, just like the old Yang Jingcheng collected land a few years ago.

It was not enough, those bastards were still arresting people, and the men were about to suffer, but for some reason, all the patrols and peasants ran out of the city, saying that they were going to arrest someone, and that the court issued an order to kill someone and how much money they could be rewarded. Guess what happened later..."

Hongzao Face kept her in a critical position, which made Yang Rui smile and said, "Big brother, what happened later?"

"As soon as they left the city, there were not many patrolmen left. Our young master met with the servants from various villages. He suddenly attacked at night and took over the patrol police station." Zhuhong's face said even proudly. At this time, Yang Rui realized that Wendeng City was no longer under the control of the government. This basically belonged to the landlord armed forces. In revolutionary words, this was counter-revolutionary armed forces.

"Then aren't you afraid... aren't you afraid of the people who left the city coming in again?" Yang Rui was surprised and asked again. At this time, he could no longer control the counter-revolutionary armed forces or counter-revolutionary armed forces. Whoever did not kill him was his friend. He began to worry that the peasant association would counterattack the county town.

"Cities are easy to defend but difficult to attack, and Master Lin from Dali Temple is also standing by our side. I don't believe that the court will protect the mob!" Zhuhong's face argued.

"Then why... why don't you send a telegram to the capital!" Yang Rui hesitated for a moment and finally asked this question. Rescuing Wuming is the first priority, and contacting Baoding City's second priority.

"Telecom?" Zaohong turned his head and looked at him, saying, "The Telegram Office had been smashed by Yu Guanjing's people, saying that the court said it was the one who made it. These bastards must have faked the imperial edict, and they were afraid that the insult would be exposed, so they smashed the Telegram Office. Master, do you want to send a telegram?"

"I, I..., the children are like this, of course I have to call home." Yang Rui told frankly.

"Then there is nothing to do." Zaohong said, "I heard that this is the case with Rongcheng. Someone escaped from there overnight. Fortunately, my young master led his people to seize the city, otherwise we would have all died. They killed people without blinking..." Zaohong said with a voice, pointing to a large ancestral hall passing by. The ancestral hall was decorated in black and white, and there were people wearing mourning inside and outside. "My master was pulled away by them the night before yesterday, and it was gone..."

As he talked, he wiped his tears. Yang Rui saw this and asked again, so he looked at Wendeng City. The city had been disrepair for many years. He just came close to Yang Rui and realized that the west gate was not Kunlun Gate but Kunyu Gate. When Kunyu Gate came in, he walked east and west to the street. There were few tiled houses in the city. Basically, it was thatched houses. After passing the Cong Family Ancestral Hall, which was doing funerals, he walked through Guanyue Temple, Jiemar Shrine, and Chenghuang Temple. When Sun Gong Temple passed by. After the road turned, he saw Xincheng Pharmacy, which was not the county hospital that Yang Rui had expected at all.

He hurriedly thanked the red face. Yang Rui hurried into the pharmacy, but saw that the side of the pharmacy was full of injuries. A group of people were kneeling down to a doctor in a white coat, as if they were begging for something. Yang Rui did not listen carefully, but only let go of two belts tied with nameless, and wanted to find an empty bed to put his son down.

Wuming was on the arm protected by the bulletproof vest. This position made Yang Rui feel a little relieved. At this time, he stopped bleeding and anesthetized, and the man fell asleep. However, when he arrived at the place, Yang Rui was worried that such an action would surprise the child. While he was hesitating, a female nurse came over. She spoke Jiaodong dialect, which roughly meant that she was holding her back.

The two belts that tied the person had already bruised on the chest and waist. When they were untied, Yang Rui snorted in pain. He untied it, and the nurse behind him then fell to the bed safely from his back. Seeing that his son was still sleeping, Yang Rui no longer had the strength to stand and collapsed to the ground.

"Is this... shot..." The doctor in a white coat called by the female nurse looked at the bandaged wound, then looked at Yang Rui sitting on the floor tiles for one night, and asked in doubt.

"Yes!" Yang Rui nodded. "Please ask the doctor to help you take out the bullet."

"This..." The doctor is actually in his twenties. If it weren't for the fact that there was no one else, Yang Rui would never have such a young doctor to help his son get bullets. However, he was looking forward to the doctor, but the doctor said, "This is not easy to deal with! The magical medicine in the Buddhist temple was either destroyed or robbed the night before yesterday, and the No. 1 medicine was used up. Your child was injured in this place, and it was difficult to stop. If he did not amputate, he would be infected. Once infected..." Although the doctor was young, the suggestion was good. He turned around and pointed at the wounded in the side room. "Look, those were all injured by patrol police and peasants. Except for a few lives who were afraid of the operation, no one else did it..."

"I..." Yang Rui is familiar with the penicillin supply system. This is actually because he does not want the domestic population to increase sharply, nor does he want foreign races to have extra children. There are only the Western Regions, Beiting, and the Northeast in the country to supply enough Han people. Other provinces are placed in Buddhist temples, and the prices are mostly comparable to gold. Wendeng does not have penicillin, but Yang Rui has it in his bag, but he doesn't want to be noticed, so he has to endure the words and change his words: "Can you ask the doctor to borrow a step to speak?"

Yang Rui said and stood up. The doctor saw that although he was embarrassed, he was not like a villain, but he still said suspiciously: "What's the matter here that I can't say? I'm still very busy."

"Some words are really hard to say in public." Yang Rui had no choice but to pull open his backpack, hold a tube of penicillin but not take it out, and whispered, "I'm still doing some magical medicine business..."

In order to match the price of gold, the packaging of penicillin is extremely unique. When the doctor saw the things in the bag, he seemed to have stopped. He said blankly, "Is this...is this true?"

As long as there are real goods in the Celestial Empire, there will be fakes. The magical medicine is comparable to gold, and no one can explain what it is, so there are many fake medicines. While Yang Rui was about to speak, the doctor suddenly woke up and said, "Come with me."

The two went to the back of the pharmacy, which was obviously the model of the front and back houses. After asking someone to serve tea, the doctor bowed and said, "I, Ju Zhen, have studied Western medicine in the American Hospital of Yuhuangding, Yantai for two years and opened such a new city pharmacy. Please ask this master?"

"I'm Xiao Bailang, from Shanghai." Yang Rui didn't want to be polite, so he took out a box of penicillin and said, "This medicine will not be fake. I just want to ask Dr. Ju to save my son. I don't want to pay for money, this box of medicine will be given."

"This..." A box of ten medicines, each one of which can save more than 20 people, can be sold for thousands of Huayuan. Ju Zhen was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Yang Rui carefully and saw that he was very serious, and said, "I will accept Mr. Xiao's medicine for other patients. Please sit down and I will ask someone to prepare for the operation immediately."

Seeing him get up and go out, Yang Rui said again: "I would like to ask Dr. Ju to help hide it. I am just a businessman, and I don't want to have too many troubles."

Unexpectedly, Yang Rui had this request. Ju Zhen glanced at Yang Rui and nodded after a long time, "I promise not to say it out." Then he said, "Mr. Xiao, please sit down, I will give Mr. Ling an operation immediately."

After a day of hard work, he finally got a place to settle down. Wuming's injury also had hope of healing, and there was nothing better than this. Yang Rui suddenly couldn't sit still and walked around for a few times. He was so excited that he couldn't sit still. After walking around for a few times, he saw the servants of the Ju family bringing tea, a plate of buns and snacks. He ran all night long and was hungry, thirsty, tired and sleepy. He was not polite at the moment, but he forgot that the tea was boiling water. He was scalded for a while.

While Yang Rui was eating at the back of the pharmacy, Ju Zhen, who went out, pulled his colleague Zhao Yousan to the small pharmacy to talk. Zhao Yousan was about the same age as him and also studied medicine at Yuhuangding Hospital in Yantai. The difference was that he stayed for a long time. Ju Zhen dropped out of school halfway.

"It's really Yang...Prime Minister?" Zhao Yousan was stunned by the news that Ju Zhen said. The words at the beginning were extremely loud, and then he woke up and lowered his voice. For him, this was simply a fantasy. "Didn't you say... the night before yesterday?"

"I think it's too similar!" The young people's admiration for the founding heroes is not comparable to that of others. When they heard that Yang Rui was going to Europe to attend the Paris Peace Conference, Ju Zhen hired a boat to wait on the sea. "Even if it is not true, it is enough to make the real thing. Didn't the Farmers' Association go out of the city to search for some substitutes? I think it's him..."

"What should I do now?" Zhao Yousan asked. "There are landlords in the city, and the patrol and peasant association outside the city, and both sides are going to kill people..."

"Let him hide here, we won't say anything." The country suddenly became in chaos, and the county also killed a lot of people. Now the two forces are still in opposition. Ju Zhen, who has always been concerned about current affairs, does not know how the situation will change in the future. Of course, Ju Zhen returned to the capital, of course, Ju Zhen hoped that it would be so easy? Who doesn't want to sit in that position in the capital? Once he is driven out of the capital, it will be worse than a chicken. Cai Yuanpei, who took over, wants to kill the Prime Minister's substitute, maybe there is no substitute. The Prime Minister is the real one.

"Who has seen him enter the city?" Zhao Yousan was careful. He agreed with Ju Zhen's suggestion, but he was worried that things would not work.

"A servant from Cong's family brought him here..." Ju Zhen also found something wrong. Yesterday, Cong Jingyue, the young master of Cong's family, relied on the support of the arrested Dali Temple Minister Lin Jikui. He risked his life to lead a group of servants to arrest the patrol police station, and then searched the patrol police and peasants everywhere. In the morning, he heard that only the west gate had been opened, and the people entering the city were also strictly investigated. They were not strong men or delivery goods to the city, so they were not allowed to enter at all. The Prime Minister seemed to be the city he entered in the morning, and Cong Jingyue and others could not remember him.

"That's it." Zhao Yousan said. "The circumference of Wendeng City is less than one mile. There is Xiangshanfeng Mountain in the north and Baolong River in the south. When you enter the city alone, where can you hide? If you really want to find it, you can find the Prime Minister in minutes. For the sake of the present, it is better to go to Master Lin of Dali Temple and tell the matter."

"Yes...Yes..." Zhao Yousan said it is not without reason. But the problem is... Ju Zhen lamented, "The Prime Minister had said before that he wanted to kill all the gentry three million. Now the gentry is in charge in the city. It cannot be said that they are wrong. Zuo Rulin and Yu Guanjing and others would not have rebelled. If they knew that the Prime Minister was here, maybe, maybe..."

"What the Prime Minister said before was 'poiling out all evil gentry', and they were talking about evil gentry. Only those from the peasant association said, 'If there is land, you will be rich, and if there is no gentry, you will not be inferior'. They are just a group of bandits and bullies who are rampant in the village under the sign of the peasant association and do everything evil. When they were collecting land, they did not get any benefits at all because of the special land reform office. Now they have to have property public ownership. Wouldn't that be like this now?"

Zhao Yousan is also a young man and is concerned about current affairs. He applauded the land reform because the farmers were too poor. Even if his family had some small amounts of food, they only had two meals a day, and each meal was sweet potato rice, beans and dregs, and meat was only available during festivals. This was the case with his family. It was not difficult to imagine how the tenants lived. But the capital city suddenly wanted to make public property, and of course there would be chaos across the country. Wendeng was like this. When he received a telegram from public property yesterday, the county magistrate Zuo Rulin and the president of the peasant association Yu Guanjing ordered the patrol police. The peasant association notified the meeting of the four townships. At noon, he arrested people according to their names, threatening that the wealthy households would not send much gold and silver to the county government, and then waited to collect the corpses. This was simply a bandit act!

Thinking about the chaos and dizziness yesterday, Zhao Yousan said again: "There is no way to rely on the Dali Temple's gentry Lin Jikui. Maybe the superiors really believe what the farmers' association said, saying that the city is full of thieves. Now many wealthy families want to escape to North Korea, but they are worried that there are peasants everywhere, so they dare not run away at all. It's really the Prime Minister, if he comes forward, it's different. This is equivalent to giving the wealthy families a way out."

"Brother, you're all ready." Ju Zhen replied, his sister, the female nurse who was helping in the pharmacy, reminded through the door.

"Okay! I know, I'll come right away." As soon as my sister said Ju Zhen, she realized that the Prime Minister's son was still waiting for him to take surgery. He put on a mask and said, "Let's go, let's do the surgery in front of her first, and then talk about something else. You must not have any accidents."

Thinking of it being the Prime Minister's son, Zhao Yousan also pulled off his mask, and he said, "I will take the lead in the surgery this time."

The operation ended an hour later, and Yang Wuming, who had undergone anesthesia, fell asleep again. When Ju Zhen ran back to the back house to report to Yang Rui, he heard a snoring sound. Yang Rui also fell asleep. He was shocked and was about to turn around, but Yang Rui woke up. His hands subconsciously touched his waist quickly, but there was no gun there. When he saw himself sitting in a living room, he remembered that this was Wendeng County...

Yang Rui, who was normal, looked at Ju Zhen with blood-red eyes, "Doctor Ju, have the bullets been taken out?"

Yang Rui's reaction made Ju Zhen feel distressed, but he didn't tell the matter. He just suppressed his excitement and replied: "Take it... and take it out. Life is worry-free, but..." He looked at Yang Rui and said: "The hip bone was probably broken by... the bullet. Although it did not hurt the spine, it was the joint... Wendeng does not have that kind of translucent machine, only Yantai National Hospital has..."

A fracture is not a big deal, but if the hip joint is broken, it will eventually become a disabled person once it is not handled properly. Yang Rui suddenly stood up and said, "Why didn't Wendeng not? Didn't he run a county hospital a few years ago? What's going on?"

Yang Rui subconsciously regarded Ju Zhen as his subordinate, and Ju Zhen really thought he was the Prime Minister's subordinate. He smiled bitterly: "I told the capital that some things will be there when they arrive in the provincial capital, but they look completely different; when they arrive in the prefecture, it depends on luck or not. Even if they exist, it is different from what the Ministry of Medicine said; as for the county town, Ju Zhen shook his head, "This new city pharmacy is Wendeng County Hospital. When the above came for inspection, the county temporarily made a big sign of "Wendeng County Hospital" and temporarily rented a few rooms. Then the equipment that was transferred down was placed, and it was accepted as soon as it was seen on it.

The acceptance process became like this now. But at least the surgical bed and shadowless light were left behind, otherwise some operations would not be possible. However, the translucent machine was said to be used by the mansion, and it was said that no one could operate it here, so it was transferred away soon..."

"Disabled? They sold it!" Yang Rui also laughed. The machine was tens of thousands of yuan per unit, and the whole country spent more than 40 million yuan on all hospitals, which was almost one-third of the funding of county hospitals in the country. If you don't want to run away with a supporting role, you will lose your shadow. At that time, maybe you shouldn't have opposed the private plan of county hospitals in the country suggested by Woodlian to be a national police force.

Taking Yang Rui's experience in selling medical equipment, he was extremely worried that private hospitals would become "infertile" specialized hospitals of later generations. Most of the people there had no medical ethics and prescribed expensive imported medicines for you. However, when you get the medicine from the pharmacy and hand it over to a doctor or nurse, they will quietly throw the imported medicine into the pocket on the side of the gown while you are not prepared, and then suck the cheap domestic medicine you have already grasped into the syringe. This way, you will make a lot of profit. Sometimes a special imported medicine can earn thousands of yuan.

Of course, state-owned hospitals are not good. They prescribe some high-priced and inefficient medicines to you with the authority of doctors, and the number is too large to use. In addition, endless examinations do not comprehensively check the hospital's equipment, how can the hospital's equipment be repaid? If you don't buy more equipment, especially imported equipment, how can the director and the health bureau make money? No matter whether the hospital is private or state-owned, it will not harm people. But one is to deceive the other is to deceive the other openly. As long as you can be as smart as the Shanghai people, it is better to just be a state-owned hospital where doctors collude with pharmaceutical factories to make extra money. After all, some medicines are just a little less effective, a little worse brand, and no channel.

With this in mind, Yang Rui belongs to the public-private joint venture of the county hospital and asks to try to operate the state as much as possible. If Wendeng doesn't want to be cruel enough, the equipment is gone.

Yang Rui was thinking about what happened before, but Ju Zhen, who was standing aside, could feel that this person was the prime minister. Because he was not the prime minister, how could he speak like this? The child's bleeding-stop cotton was obviously used for military purposes. He was excited, but Yang Rui bowed to him, "Thank you for your hard work. Where is the child? I'll go and see him."
Chapter completed!