Chapter 1041 Traditional Chinese Medicine and Chinese Medicine Market!

Panjiayao, Yang Ming rarely comes here.

In the afternoon, they are not going to go anywhere else, so Yang Ming and Azhu continue to walk around Panjiayao. Although there is no unified Panjiayuan antique market, there are several streets nearby.

In this era, it is really interesting to visit such antique markets.

Even though Yang Ming has been just looking.

Until he came to the stall in front, Yang Ming found that everything here was related to stamps.

The most important use of stamps is of course to send letters, especially in the era when domestic communications were not very developed, sending letters was a way for many people to communicate.

In addition, there is another one that has a collection function.

However, Yang Ming feels that real stamp collecting, in addition to personal interest, as a collection, is still incomparable to other calligraphy and paintings.

After all, stamps are printed by hand or even by machine, and there are as many as you want.

When Yang Ming was just looking at it, the old vendor said, "Sir, we have monkey stamps here, from the hands of the great painter Huang Yongyu."

Monkey stamps?

Yang Ming squatted down to look at it and found that it was indeed the Gengshen Year Monkey Stamp issued in 1980.

He remembered that the Monkey Stamp from 1980 was still well-known later.

However, Yang Ming knew that the early speculation did drive the price up to a very high level, even up to one million RMB, but later it was out of stock.

It was only that group of people who were speculating.

Yang Ming did not like stamp collecting, so naturally it was not of much value to him.

"Master, I think this stamp is very beautiful." Ah Zhu whispered.

"You can buy it as a souvenir if you like it."

In Yang Ming's opinion, it only has commemorative value.

Ah Zhu squatted down and asked: "Boss, how much is this Monkey Stamp?"

"Ten yuan a piece."

The face value of the Monkey Stamp is eight cents.

However, it is not cheap to sell it for 10 yuan a piece now.

Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, Guan Jiahui and others bought some back as souvenirs.

In Tang Yun's opinion, this stamp is real, but it is hard to say whether it is worth collecting.

Leave here.

Continue to go forward.

Yang Ming saw many people setting up stalls to sell old books.

In fact, old books are more valuable.

Yang Ming knew that many rare old books in China flowed into Japan, even Europe and the United States. In China, even if they were preserved, most of them were not preserved in the 1960s and 1970s.

There are many old books sold here now, and there are all kinds of them.

Yang Ming couldn't tell the real from the fake.

However, when he picked them up, in addition to the fact that these books looked very old, most of them were in traditional Chinese characters, and many of the characters were blurred.

"Sir, these are all old books passed down from our ancestors." The middle-aged man who also wore sunglasses, a Tang suit, and a long necklace said.

He could tell at a glance that the identities of these people in front of him were not simple, and they might buy their books.

"Are you sure they are all real?"

"Sir, all my books are real, including those from the Tang, Song, Ming and Qing dynasties, and the Republic of China."

"How did you preserve them in the 1960s and 1970s?"

"Sir, of course I have our own way of preserving them."

Yang Ming squatted down to look at them and found that most of these so-called ancient books should not be of high value.

However, he noticed that there was a book related to the records of ancient Chinese medicine and folk prescriptions.

He just didn't know which ancient person recorded it.

Regardless of whether it was an ancient book handed down from ancient times or printed later, Yang Ming thought this ancient book was good.

"I want this one."

"Sir, this one is 15 yuan."

Yang Ming did not bargain. After Lin Xiuzhi paid, the Tang suit boss took an old newspaper to wrap the ancient book for Yang Ming.

When leaving here, Tang Yun said: "Boss, I can be sure that this was 100% printed some time ago."

Printed some time ago?

Maybe?

Yang Ming remembers it.

In his previous life, even when he graduated from university, the textbooks he kept from elementary school were still protected like new books.

In other words, if ancient books are well protected, it is normal to keep them for hundreds of years.

. . .

Panjiayao is indeed not small now, and several nearby streets are all doing these businesses.

At 17:30 in the afternoon.

Yang Ming and others wandered around Panjiayao for more than an hour and did not stay any longer.

When they got on the car, Yang Ming said, "Let's go to Quanjude for dinner."

Mainly because He Chaoxuan and Alina had not been there yet, it was just right to take them to Quanjude for dinner.

After dinner, they went to Wangfujing for a walk.

They took a car to Quanjude.

It was almost time for dinner, and there were more people outside.

Most of the people who came to Quanjude for dinner were tourists from other places and foreign countries, and local people from Yanjing rarely came here.

Tang Yun took Yang Ming and others in.

Soon, the general manager of Quanjude learned that Sir Yang was coming and was very enthusiastic. He took Yang Ming and others to a separate box.

About half an hour.

The roast duck and the accompanying set meal of Quanjude were delivered.

In fact, it was roast duck and various side dishes.

In Yang Ming's opinion, the price was still very cheap.

However, for many ordinary people in China, the price of Quanjude is really not low.

Yang Ming came to Yanjing and had eaten here before. During the state banquet, there was always Yanjing roast duck, and there was also one at the Oriental Mandarin Hotel.

However, the taste might still be a little different.

. . .

At 19:45 in the evening.

After dinner at Quanjude.

Yang Ming asked Lin Xiuzhi to pay the bill and leave here, and took a car back to the Oriental Mandarin Hotel.

Just after returning to the Oriental Mandarin Hotel, Yang Ming went upstairs to take a shower, and then took out the ancient Chinese medicine recipe books he had begged from Pan Jiayao to read.

Most of them, Yang Ming couldn't understand.

However, for Yang Ming, the value is no longer here.

Instead, it reminds him of something very important.

Chinese medicine.

In recent years, the rich in Hong Kong have died of heart disease, cancer, etc. In Yang Ming's view, these rich people are not without money, nor are they not treated in time.

On the contrary, they invited very professional Western doctors or private hospitals to see them, and eventually they died.

But on the other hand.

Yang Ming knows that Chinese medicine often plays a very important role.

Maybe some things that Western medicine cannot cure can be cured by Chinese medicine.

In addition, Yang Ming also knew that when he went to Japan, he found that Japan attached great importance to Kampo medicine, which is actually ancient Chinese medicine.

Even, Yang Ming still remembered that many Chinese medicine markets were monopolized by Japan later.

In the early 21st century, Japan had occupied 90% of the Chinese medicine market in the world, while China only accounted for 2%.

Japan's grabbing of Chinese medicine patents was even more "excessive". In the later "World Patent Database", Japanese Kampo medicine monopolized more than 70% of Chinese medicine patents, while domestic Chinese medicine patent applications were pitifully few, accounting for only 0.3%.

Yang Ming also knew that many Kampo prescriptions in Japan flowed into Japan in the 1980s and 1990s.

Chapter 2!

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