Chapter 57: Cloud Shadow in February 1996
Cloud Shadow in February 1996
Flipping through a storybook from beginning to end, Wang Jerry folded it into his arms with satisfaction and watched his father eat.
"Do you eat apples?" I asked him with a tooth of apple in my hand.
He shook his head: "No!"
"What to eat then?"
"Orange!" He gestured to a ball the size of a football.
"Okay, Dad will peel the oranges for you." I stretched out my hand and beckoned an orange to fly into my hand, and Wang Jerry followed my example and stretched out a small hand to gogo the orange in my hand. I controlled the orange to fly up from my hand and fall into him. Small hands, he giggled happily.
"You can't peel, Dad will help you." I reached out to him, he pouted and hugged the orange: "No!"
"Okay, you'll be happy." I turned out the composition book by myself to read the excellent composition, memorized good words and sentences, and hoped to plagiarize them into my own composition when I took the test.
I turned to my favorite composition and sat down at the table to extract the sentences. Wang Jerry sat on the other half of the big table and was busy with the orange. When I finished copying the two articles, I looked up and found that the boy had really bit the orange peel, and the pulp inside. I ate half of it, juice all over my face, hands and clothes.
"Hehe..." Wang Jerry proudly showed me the orange in his hand.
"Okay, you!" I was delighted: "You can really eat oranges by yourself, let's see if you can." I wiped his hands with a warm wet towel, and by the way sighed at my son's hands-on ability, I thought he was holding oranges There is no way.
Wiping his hands and face, Wang Jerry put the oranges full of juice into my hands, watching me peel off the orange peel, put all the orange petals in a small bowl and bring it to him, he smiled and ate one by one, eating very much. joyous.
"Is it delicious?" I asked him.
"Hmm." He nodded.
Thanks to my mom and dad's hard work, we have meat, custard, and vegetables every day here, and we eat fruits whenever we want.
The food of the people in Luhe Village is definitely far worse than ours, but it is much better than in previous years. The ginseng and local wheat are enough for the whole winter. No one will be hungry.
Few people in the village knew that there was still a batch of food stored in the warehouse of the old village chief, which was the food for the village. Half of my ideas were not distributed, but were stored in solid and reliable warehouses. If there is an emergency in the village, if there is nothing in the village, we can also consider helping the refugees outside the village, so as not to let them take risks.
The winter time is really lazy. After I quit my job, I only need to go to the quarry to check the progress every day. There is a shrewd and capable young man in the village who is now the team leader and steward of my quarry. He is responsible for supervising and distributing the quarry. The work of nine people, I said, as long as he does well this winter, when the quarry officially recruits workers next year, he will be the person in charge of the quarry.
That young man is nineteen this year. He used to be a naughty guy who stalks chickens and dogs. I took care of him a lot when I was a guard. Mind giving him a chance.
The older ones have stopped working in the quarry these days, only those half-hearted ones are still working in the quarry.
The quarry provides three meals a day, including meat at noon. The food is better than that of the villagers themselves. It is very attractive to the young people who have nothing to do all day long. They work very hard. , the appetite is also quite amazing. The two aunts I hired from the village to cook come to me to complain all day long, and they despise those bad boys who eat too much and waste food.
I always smiled and didn't care, and let them do it openly. As long as there is no leftovers, it is up to the girls and boys to eat as much as they can.
Boys and girls who have not grown up in Luhe Village are rarely treated differently. There are girls who work in the quarry. They also use iron picks to pick stones, and they do no less than boys.
There are ten people who work in my quarry in winter. The youngest is eleven and the oldest is twenty. They basically include the big eaters of the whole village. They work and eat here, which makes the family breathe a sigh of relief.
In addition to these, now I have an additional identity in the village, that is, the "apprentice" of the witch doctor aunt.
It's not the kind of apprentice who really donates my house to her, and then becomes a bull and a horse just to learn her tricks, I'm just making up my name.
The reason why I put my name on her is because a hunter in the village was injured when he retrieved his trap, and the wound became infected. His wife and children bought three or four potions from the witch doctor and aunt, and devoutly offered many Treasures, leather and meat, but to no avail, his wounds were getting worse day by day.
When I went to buy meat, I saw Orion, who had been unable to go to the ground because of the severe festering wound. He was still alive, but it was obvious that the worsening wound would not heal on its own. He would soon become weak and then throw it away. life.
Wound infection is the top cause of death for Luhe villagers. According to my summary, the other top causes of death for Luhe villagers are: "eaten by forest beasts", "eaten by water monsters in the river", "food poisoning", " starvation”, “infectious diseases” and common diseases.
Luhe Village is a backcountry with many diseases and disasters. It is very common for children to die prematurely. On average, a couple has three to five children before one of them can live to be ten years old. Those who can reach adulthood depend on the blessings of the gods in the right time and place.
I looked at Orion's wound, and the suppuration was very serious. The ointment randomly prepared by the witch doctor aggravated the infection. Half of Orion's leg was already black, and it was almost abolished.
I wanted to deal with Orion's wounds, but he refused me. He deeply trusted the witch doctor and believed that his devout beliefs would allow him to survive the most difficult times, pass the test of the beast spirit, and then get better.
I went to the witch doctor, I didn't argue with her why she wanted to fool the poor Orion, but she still watched Orion die after receiving the benefits, because I knew very well that the Witch Doctor had no ability to save Orion at all, she just gave Orion a spirit sustenance.
I told the witch doctor that I was going to be her titular apprentice and that I was going to treat Orion's wounds.
"Are you sure you can save him?" the witch doctor aunt asked me.
"I'm not sure, but I have to try, I don't want to just let him die, he's still so young, his family and the village need him alive."
The witch doctor aunt took me to the hunter's house. I cleaned his rotting wound with alcohol, cut the pus-filled part with a fire-baked knife, sprinkled anti-inflammatory powder on the wound, and gave him oral anti-inflammatory medicine. , and gave him an intramuscular injection of antibiotics.
I have no medical knowledge at all. The reason why I have a syringe is for Wang Jerry. I am worried that he will get sick. I have prepared a lot of pediatric medicines. Couldn't take him to the doctor.
Orion's vitality is very strong, with the help of medicine, and the wound has been cleaned and bandaged, his infected leg slowly regained consciousness, and there is no necrosis. Thank goodness, after another ten days, the wound gradually improved, and there were signs of healing. , that his life is no longer in danger, and I am relieved.
The survival of the hunter made me a little bit of a limelight in the village. When other people in the village were not feeling well, they all came to let me help. I also used my "medical skills" that are not even a barefoot doctor to help. them.
"Deworming and bathing", "antibiotics" and "drinking more hot water" are the three main goals of the second generation of witch doctors in this village. No matter who seeks me for a doctor, I basically do this.
First, take the insecticide and flea medicine and spray the other person up and down, left and right, not only that, but even his family members hold down the spray. After spraying, let them clean the house thoroughly, replace the grass bed, and spray the leather. flea medicine. Take a shower for the whole family a day later, and then again on the seventh day to get rid of fleas and bed bugs.
In terms of bathing, I provided stone basins for free to every household in the village. I asked them to wash their bodies with warm water every two days. I will reward those who keep them clean, and punish those who do not wash them cleanly.
It's really hard to get these muddy legs to bathe obediently. I'm ready to bring a box of soap next time, and distribute it to them at a low price. If anyone doesn't want to take a bath, I don't care if they die of illness.
There are actually a small number of people who have symptoms of inflammation or infection, and antibiotics only have some effect on them. The mud-legged people here are generally hard-headed, and they usually rely on hard work to get sick. With the help of drugs, they are not lacking in nutrition, and their chances of survival are much greater than before. .
Then "drink more hot water", I called on everyone in the village to stop drinking raw water, and told them to drink boiled water if they wanted to. Boiled water is healthier and won't get sick after drinking it. benefit.
The scumbags don’t listen to me at all. They always feel that it costs firewood to boil water. Even if every household has enough firewood for the whole winter, even if the fireplace doesn’t boil water, they are still idle. They are still reluctant to let them go. When the pot boils water, someone told me that they are afraid of "consuming the pot", what a bunch of idiots.
In order to drink hot water obediently, I took great care to send each family a thermos bottle that I made meticulously. The stone hollow thermos has a liner structure. Although it is not a vacuum, it can also keep the hot water for an hour or two. Temperature, I gave them thermos from house to house, and asked them to pour hot water into the thermos, and drink only the water in the thermos. The mud-legged people promised very well. After I left, I would act like a yin and disobey. thermos of wheat or something.
what can I do?
Take it slow, I just shout every day, someone will always listen and know that I'm doing it for their own good.
In fact, the mud-legged people are still obedient. At the beginning, they forced every household to build a toilet and used toilets. They were not allowed to use toilets. Not allowing to defecate anywhere would cost the lives of many people. After I got my whip, I didn't lose my temper. The guy who committed the crime and dumped the dung bucket in the middle of the road was beaten by my whip, rolled and climbed and sent to the quarry to be a "volunteer". Every week, I would cry my father and my mother, and I promise not to be in the next life. Dare to touch my mold.
The mud-legged people don't even look at whose territory Luhe Village is now.
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