"It doesn't matter if I go, I won't go."

Of course Mr. Xia knew what was going on and refused when he opened his mouth.

But Mr. Huang stepped forward and hugged his arms, "Old Xia, you really have to do this."

"Let me tell you, I plan to set up a separate department in the machinery factory in the future, and you will have to support me..."

Mr. Huang muttered in a low voice. The more Mr. Xia listened, the bigger his eyes got.

I didn't expect that the old Huang with thick eyebrows, big eyes and big yellow teeth next to him would have such thoughts.

Before they knew it, the two of them had walked out of the gate and onto the jeep.

Northwest, launch station.

Ran's father picked up a towel and wiped his face, then came to Yang Xiaotao.

"We were informed just now that today's car may be delayed for a day or two because of Lao Wang."

Yang Xiaotao put down the book in his hand, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if it's one day early or one day late."

"By the way, self-destruction, ahem, how about Director Wang?"

Ran's father glared at Yang Xiaotao. This guy didn't even look at people when he gave them nicknames. He almost destroyed himself in the air last time. How uncomfortable it would be for Lao Wang to hear this.

"It's under control now, but after having the fever for the past few days, my body is a little overwhelmed and I have to rest."

Yang Xiaotao stood up, "It's good to be able to control it."

"But this old man is really good at what he does."

Ran's father nodded, seeming to be nostalgic, "When I was studying in Germany, a classmate around me fell ill. At that time, I went to several Western medicine doctors nearby and got injections and medicine, but I didn't get better."

"In the end, a Chinese who went abroad to open a restaurant introduced me to an old Chinese medicine doctor. After a few injections and decoctions, the condition was under control."

"I have to say that Chinese medicine is pretty good."

"It's just a pity."

"In recent years, Western medicine has not been as popular as Western medicine."

At the end of the story, Ran's father felt a little melancholy.

Han Sanfeng nodded after hearing this, "I didn't go to Germany, but I met comrades from my childhood there."

Yang Xiaotao knew that in those days, he learned skills from the foreigners and used them to defeat the foreigners. Studying abroad was also one of his options when he was young.

"They often listen to what young people say. They are the only ones with real Chinese medicine. They feel sick after hearing this."

"But it's really hard to refute."

"Take our theory of traditional Chinese medicine. There are many important classics there in Xiaozhi. In addition, they took advantage of the war to rob many of them. In this regard, Xiaozhi is right."

Yang Xiaotao heard the two talking and walked aside to put on his shoes. Since he couldn't go back today, he might as well go out and find something to do.

If you can go out hunting and fishing and get some harvest, it will also be helpful to the sick.

"That's nonsense. They are a group of robbers and thieves, and they still have the nerve to claim to be the rightful owner."

"My little life is really hypocritical."

In the tent, Father Ran and others were surprised when they heard what Yang Xiaotao said, and they all looked over.

After putting on his shoes, Yang Xiaotao stood at the door of the tent.

"Dad, Uncle Han, don't listen to their nonsense."

"The bullshit culture that I was proud of in my childhood is just a scrap from China, the kind that we don't like. Let them pick it up and return it as a treasure."

"Look, the tea ceremony they advocate is just an imitation of our tea art without any new ideas."

"What other Wu Shi Dao is advocated is just a variation of our Kung Fu and has no spiritual depth."

"Even their bullshit gardening and palace styles were copied."

"What's even more ridiculous is that those who have clearly copied it are trying to describe the copied culture as unparalleled and unique, and then use it to educate and criticize other people."

"A group of guys who only gain vanity by beautifying and imitating culture, is not hypocrisy."

"This kind of culture is nothing, and it sounds ridiculous."

After hearing this, Ran's father felt that this was really the case, but he still asked, "Where did you hear this?"

Yang Xiaotao reacted and smiled, "I used to go to the library to read and listened to what others said."

"Besides, isn't that what it says in the book?"

After he finished speaking, he quickly left the tent, fearing that if he continued talking, he would be done.

"Lao Ran, your son-in-law has read a lot and looks at problems very thoroughly."

After a long time, Han Sanfeng regained his composure and said with a smile.

Ran's father also laughed, "He is young and energetic, but he just likes to read some idle books."

"When I was young, if there was anything to study, I might as well read a physics book."

"If you learn well, you can also contribute to the revolution."

"You, you, you are boasting."
Chapter completed!