In addition to this red dust spectacle, there is the tormenting bumpy red dirt road under the wheels. As soon as the car changed from its stability in Baimiao County, it became extremely bumpy and undulating, and Tang Boqiang in the car quickly closed his eyes and rested.

When approaching Binhai County, Tang Boqiang, who had been desperately enduring all the way, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly signaled the driver to stop on the side of the road, and he quickly opened the car door and ran to the side of the road.

Before squatting down, a burst of uncontrollable vomiting surged out, and his throat was also hot and uncomfortable because of the burning of stomach acid that followed the vomit, Tang Boqiang didn't even have the strength to speak, his hands lay on the ground, panting desperately.

Professor Chen Xian, who went to the countryside with him, had already gotten out of the car and stood beside Tang Boqiang at this time, gently patting Tang Boqiang's back, while letting Tang Boqiang take a deep breath, and took out the "golden oil" he carried with him to help rub Tang Boqiang's temples and other parts. After tossing for nearly half an hour, Tang Boqiang came to his senses, gritted his teeth and got in the car again and ran towards the Lihai County People's Hospital.

After more than three hours of traveling, the car finally drove into the county seat of Lihai County. Looking out the window, the southernmost county in Chinese mainland does not seem to be much different from other counties that Tang Boqiang has seen, the main road is not wide, designed for two lanes, but it is already a hard bottom road paved with cement.

The houses on both sides of the road are of different heights, but most of them are dilapidated brick houses, and occasionally you will see more eye-catching crumbling mud houses that have lost their edges and corners than the dilapidated brick houses, and you can see a few towering (only three or four stories high) cement and concrete structure of new houses, it is conceivable that the county is struggling to move forward, slowly moving towards poverty alleviation.

The car turned into a narrower road, and the houses on both sides of the road were even more dilapidated, perhaps this is a true portrayal of a poor county.

The roadside along this narrow road is filled with a variety of local products: bananas, sweet potatoes, sugar cane, pineapples, pineapples, various varieties of fresh conch, fish, chickens and ducks, vegetables, etc., just like a street of agricultural products. There weren't many items in each stall, two dustpans were enough to fill the goods they wanted to sell, and most of the people guarding the stalls were women wearing hats. At this time, the scorching sun was in the sky, and the air was as if it was about to catch fire, and it was unusually hot. Although the number of patrons is scarce, this does not shake the determination and will of the stall keepers.

This made Tang Boqiang think of Octagon Town for a moment. Bajiao Town is a food town, the streets of Bajiao Town are full of all kinds of fruits and dazzling foods every day, most of them are made by the people of Bajiao Town and used to sell, and there are also farmers in nearby villages who pick out Bajiao Town to sell.

Different from the coastal county, the ancient buildings of Bajiao Town are very wonderful, each household has a "arcade", and the "arcade" of each household is connected together to form a corridor that almost runs through the whole town, whenever the scorching sun is in the sky or when it rains, the sellers who sell things will move their items to the "arcade" to continue to do business, the residents not only do not object, but often patronize their products, and sometimes chat with them, some farmers and residents have become friends in a second year. The simple folk customs and broad-mindedness of the town of Octagon lasted until the entire seventies.

Out of his mind, the car made a nearly ninety-degree turn and entered a tree-lined compound through a beautifully built doorway. Before Tang Boqiang could react, the driver's words were already ringing in his ears: "The hospital has arrived, and the people who are walking in front are Vice President Ding Ziqiang and Section Chief Li Cuihua of the Medical Department." ”

Tang Boqiang and Chen Xian hurriedly got out of the car, and Vice President Ding and Section Chief Li had already caught up, and they shook hands with Tang Boqiang and Chen Xian with sincerity, enthusiasm and smiles on their faces. Vice Dean Ding said: "Our Dean Feng He'an went to the province for a meeting, and sent me and Section Chief Li to pick up the dust for the two professors. After that, he stopped on the side of the road, and waved his left hand very gracefully: "Please invite the two professors to our hospital canteen for lunch, it's already past one o'clock, I'm afraid I'm hungry." After speaking, he and Section Chief Li led Tang Boqiang and Chen Xian to the hospital canteen.

Tang Boqiang looked up at a five-story and imposing building facing the gate, and was secretly surprised: this was the most eye-catching and luxurious building he had ever seen in Binhai County. On the roof of the building stands a few bright red characters made of unknown materials: Lihai County People's Hospital - Feng He'an.

Tang Boqiang's father, Tang Mian, has a very simple criterion for judging whether the handwriting is good or not: any character must give people the impression that they are sitting upright and standing firmly. If these words are judged by this standard, they obviously belong to the list of "poorly written", although these words look strong and powerful, but there is an unstable visual effect when stretched, and this "unstable" vision makes people feel the writer's uninhibited and unrestrained inner repression.

In fact, when Tang Boqiang grew up, he slowly realized that his father's judgment criteria for words are very consistent with the saying "words are like their people", although his father, who does not read much, does not know this statement, but Tang Boqiang's heart is very recognized. Father is such a typical example, my father's life is a life of poverty, but also a life of integrity and kindness, in Octagon Town, my father's reputation is excellent, so it can also be called a life of "sitting upright and standing firm".

Tang Boqiang slowed down his pace and was out of his mind, and Chen Xian's voice sounded: "Professor Tang, hurry up!" ”

"Good!" Tang Boqiang should follow and speed up his pace to keep up.

Through a wall with a circular arch, you will enter the family area of the hospital and the location of the canteen, the chefs of the canteen saw the hospital leaders coming, so they quickly began to serve the food, Vice President Ding pulled Chen Xian and Tang Boqiang to sit on the upper seat. Tang Boqiang is very uncomfortable with such eating habits, which is one of the reasons why he often refuses to be invited to eat, but despite this, sometimes he must accept it passively and helplessly.

It seemed that the meal had already been prepared, and in the blink of an eye, a table full of food was served. Lihai County faces the sea on three sides, the coastline is very long, and the abundance of seafood is the characteristic of Lihai County, especially some conch conches of different shapes that Chen Xian and Tang Boqiang have never eaten, they really don't know how to start. Vice President Ding was obviously accustomed to this scene, and naturally and politely introduced the local names and eating methods of these snails, and Chen Xian and Tang Boqiang also learned to eat them.

Sure enough, it was delicious, no wonder they were selected to entertain guests, Chen Xian and Tang Boqiang were full of praise while eating.

After running around all the way and getting sick and vomiting, Tang Boqiang, who had already had an empty stomach, buried his head in eating, and Vice Dean Ding smiled when he saw this and said, "Professor Tang, don't worry, eat slowly, there are delicious things to eat later." ”