Mr. Shandong was publicly elected as a representative of the Chinese medicine community, but Zhang Meixi was completely unaware. This kind of thing is not unusual in China.

According to history, as early as a thousand years ago, in 560 AD, at that time, the name of China was called the Great Zhou, and there were tribes in the north of the Great Zhou in the first month of the year, and the emperor was young, and the Queen Mother urgently ordered the general Zhao Kuangyin to suppress the bandits.

The general Zhao Kuangyin set out from Kaifeng, Henan, the capital at that time, and walked to a place called "Chen Qiao" with a large group of men and horses, and his subordinates took advantage of him to drink a few glasses of wine, and when they were half drunk and half awake, they put a yellow robe on him. Three bows and nine bows, chanting long live, supporting him as the emperor. When Zhao Kuangyin woke up, he looked coerced and aggrieved and said:

"It's all you people who are greedy for wealth and nobility, let me be the emperor!"

Because this Zhao Kuangyin does have some talent, he has become the number one "Tang Emperor and Song Ancestor" in Chinese history. But all Chinese basically know him.

Of course, it is too much to say that it happened more than a thousand years ago, but the Chinese have such a tradition.

Even the heroes who rebelled on Liangshan Mountain would kidnap Lu Junyi to the mountains and force others to be the leaders of their rebellion.

This is the matter of the famous book "Water Margin", maybe it is the romance. I won't mention it anymore.

Shan mentioned more than ten years ago, in 1911, Wuchang was righteous. There was an old-style officer surnamed Li who had no connection or communication with the righteous men of the uprising.

In Nanchang, which was occupied by the righteous soldiers at that time, the officer surnamed Li turned into a scud and escaped more than 80 miles in one night, so he calmed down and found a bed to sleep.

Frightened, the officer surnamed Li got under the bed, but to no avail, the righteous soldiers dragged him out from under the bed, put a big gun against his head, and did not know whether the officer's pants were dry or wet at the moment when he was held up by the gun.

The demands made by the righteous soldiers completely broke down the officer surnamed Lai.

The righteous men were to elect him as the governor of the rebels, and to take out the pre-written notice of peace for him to sign.

In order to save his life, the officer surnamed Li had to pretend to agree, and he pushed back and again, and spent three months with the righteous soldiers.

At that time, there were also righteous men who were angry and said:

"You are a Manchu minion, you should be killed! We will not kill you, but we will make you the governor, but you are not willing. You are willing to be a slave of the Qing Dynasty, I will shoot you and choose another governor. ”

The officer surnamed Li defended himself:

"This is a matter of seriousness, and it is important to be cautious. I'm not a revolutionary party, I don't have the qualifications to be the governor, the qualified one is someone Sun, why don't you take him over to be the governor. ”

Later, the governor of the bed actually took a big step forward and became the president of the country.

It can be seen from this that I, the people of China, have a tradition of recommending irrelevant people to be their own big leaders.

Uncle Huang's mansion, the deputy mayor in charge of Shanghai's health situation, has been deserted a lot in front of the door, and a few lilac trees have been planted in the yard, which are also full of flowers and leaves, and bees and butterflies are flying for fun.

Uncle Huang hunched his waist and welcomed the old lady Hua into his study with a very respectful and sincere attitude. Old Lady Huang is already in her prime, and she has been a little busy recently, losing a lot of weight, and her cheeks have been eroded into it.

Uncle Huang clenched his fists again:

"Brother Hua looked at it, and he lost a lot. Take care of yourself. ”

Aunt Huang laughed on the side and said:

"It's hard to buy old and thin people with money, this is a good disease."

Uncle Huang was angry, turned around and gave Uncle Huang a very heavy look, and told her to prepare tea and dinner.

Doctor Hua casually said a few irrelevant words and got up to say goodbye and went to visit other powerful people.

Uncle Huang admires the Chinese medicine masters very much, and has a clear attitude to support them.

Many famous doctors in Shanghai visited the mansions of the powerful, although they gained a large number of supporters. However, there is also a problem, that is, most of these famous doctors are in their seventies, and some are even eighty years old. Even if you are younger, there are sixty sixties.

These old doctors usually go to the clinic, no matter how big the patients are, they are calm. But this time it's for my own family, this is a career that has paid a lifetime of hard work, and it is inevitable that I am a little anxious to get angry, I am old and tired, and I am slowly a little unable to support it, and some people fall ill one after another.

Younger TCM practitioners are naturally motivated, but the career of TCM requires years of accumulation, and young TCM practitioners are a little lacking in prestige. It's hard to be a leader.

The younger apprentices of TCM students are even more hairless and unreliable, but they are lively, and they want to advocate the closure of TCM pharmacies in Shanghai to protest, and they want to organize people to march on the streets. It's all radical.

In the end, the Chinese Medicine Association, the Chinese Medicine Association, and a group of Chinese medicine practitioners gathered together and held a meeting to discuss, whether they were old or small, and agreed that they should nominate a soul figure to come out as the leader's signboard.

This leader, the three generations of Chinese medicine practitioners unanimously believe that it is none other than Mr. Shandong!

TCM practitioners believe that Mr. Shandong can be their spiritual leader. However, in the opinion of Western doctors, Mr. Shandong advocates science, and he is also their unyielding spiritual leader.

Speaking of which, it is not very conflicting, the two factions are incompatible, fighting each other, shedding blood and tears, human beings, can have a common spiritual leader, such as Ji Du Jiao and Tian Lord Jiao, their gods are God and Jesus.

The TCM community has publicly recommended Mr. Shandong as their leader.

But Mr. Shandong's fairy trail is ethereal.

Meixi is still studying in the cafeteria of Huiwen Girls' High School, buying some smoked dried fish to make snacks and eat there!

Unable to find Mr. Shandong, it was not difficult for the Chinese medicine doctors, they invited a Danqing master, and the Danqing master spread out the paper and waved the ink. It only takes half a day.

A sideways looking at the moon Mr. Shandong jumped on the paper, the painting of Mr. Shandong's clothes fluttering, not to see the age, with a beard more than a foot long, behind a moire decoration of the gossip furnace, the gossip furnace is opening out of the "yellow, green and white" three-color elixir, it is the magic medicine that cures all diseases, Pien Tze Huang, Yunnan Baiyao, penicillin.

The Chinese medicine doctors applauded, and asked the craftsmen to stereotype-print and make thousands of copies of the large and small portraits.

When the Chinese medicine shop closed down to protest, a large portrait of Mr. Shandong was also hung at the door.

When the students of traditional Chinese medicine marched on the streets, they also held high the portrait of Mr. Shandong as a signboard flag.

The people on the street also looked at the portrait with a very fairy demeanor, and begged for a copy to go back and worship the medicine king.

Even Mr. Gao got one, stared at it for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears:

"If the painting looks like me, how will I go to the street in the future."

Ahem, such an artistic exaggeration, this Mr. Gao is really worried.

Zhang Meixi bought some smoked dried fish in the cafeteria of Huiwen Girls' High School and took it back to share it with her classmates and close friends.

Ling Guo praised while eating:

"I think Mies's eyebrows look good!"

Everyone teased her:

"Barely a little beauty."

This Miss Meixi and Mr. Shandong look really different!

…… Dividing line ......

Thank you for the peach blossom fan presented by "Qinglin"!

Thanks to the little angel "Qin Qingxin" for the peace charm!

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