First, there was the captain of the brigade where Grandpa Yu’s family was. He was a little younger and didn’t know many things.

But he was a nice guy and found some older people in the team for them.

It turns out that there is someone who actually knows Zhang Lianfeng.

Zhang Lianfeng was a capitalist. He was quite famous in Tianjin. He was also a righteous man and had helped many people.

But where he is now, no one knows.

After inquiring about the situation at the brigade where Mr. Yu and his team were, Xiaobao and Zhou Cheng returned to Captain Wu.

As luck would have it, Captain Wu happened to know about this.

"That guy surnamed Zhang is in labor camp now!"

Xiaobao was stunned for a moment: "Reform through labor?"

Captain Wu: "Yes, it's in Qiangouzi Village. There are militias watching over them. They make them study ideology and culture every week and reform themselves!"

"Can we go in and take a look?" Zhou Cheng asked.

Captain Wu looked embarrassed. "I'm afraid that won't work! But I can help you pass a message. My nephew happens to be serving as a militiaman in there!"

They could help deliver the message but couldn't meet in person. For a while, both Zhou Cheng and Xiaobao were in a bad mood.

Captain Wu did not have a good impression of these two young men.

In addition, he had received help from Zhang Lianfeng in the past, so he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Well, it's not that I don't want to help, but you're not in labor reform, you're not militia, and you're not members of the other brigade. How can I let you go? Even if you're sick, you need a doctor to go, right?"

"Doctor?" Xiaobao's eyes lit up.

"Yes, that's the doctor!"

Xiaobao: "Uncle Wu, please help me..."

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Zhang Xiaobao and Zhou Cheng asked Captain Wu's nephew Wu Dazhuang to deliver a message. At noon on the third day, Captain Wu rushed over breathlessly, "It's done, it's done, you...you should come with me quickly, or else the doctor from another brigade will grab the job!"

The doctors in the following brigades all fall into the category of barefoot doctors.

There are not many people who really know medical skills.

He has not received any formal training and his treatment depends entirely on luck.

Even if the county organizes training, many people only have a superficial understanding of it.

However, the countryside needs these people. After all, they cannot cure the disease. Only then can the brigade issue letters of introduction to go to towns, counties and cities.

Level by level, no one can cross the line.

Xiaobao followed Wu Dazhuang towards Gouzi Village.

In this brigade, apart from the indigenous people, most of the people are guys undergoing labor reform.

The work is divided into different levels, from dirty to clean, and from tiring to easy, depending on how good the work is.

Captain Wu said that Zhang Lianfeng has been raising cattle and sheep, and cleaning the manure in the cattle and sheep pens.

On weekdays, he lived in the sheep pen and cattle pen with a group of elderly men and women. He stank all day long, but he was still pretty good. At least he could do these jobs.

The food is not that good, and I live on coarse grains and vegetable dumplings all day long.

Xiaobao followed Wu Dazhuang in a hurry to Qiangouzi Village. Knowing that Xiaobao was a doctor, no one stopped him and took him directly to the cowshed where Zhang Lianfeng was.

"It's just a cow, and it's been defecating all day. You'd better treat it quickly!" The speaker was Wei Daming, who worked with Zhang Lianfeng, the former supervisor of Gouzi Village.

Xiaobao went there, without saying a word, and circled around the sick cow, looking here and touching there. His last move was to use his hands to turn over the cow's diarrhea.

Even people who deal with crops all year round feel sick.

Wei Daming turned his back and vomited.