Chu Yue said coldly, "Come on, take me there."
Zhao Dahu looked up at Doctor Zhou's room, "But... Doctor Zhou..."
Doctor Zhou's words carry the most weight in the village now. Before the new village chief takes office, the villagers will only listen to what Doctor Zhou says, so Zhao Dahu came in a hurry after the accident.
He was still in a daze, but Chu Yue had already taken several steps forward.
Chu Yue turned around and looked at Zhao Dahu, "Doctor Zhou is also a patient, he needs to rest, I can handle some things, don't bother him."
Before Zhao Dahu could react, Zhao Xiaohua urged him on. She patted Zhao Dahu on the shoulder and said, "Brother, hurry up! Lead the way for the doctor sister."
In front of the village commune, a group of villagers gathered.
Zhao Dahu and Chu Yue hurried over. He shouted with a breath coming out of his chest, "Everyone get out of the way! Doctor Chu is here."
The villagers who were making a noise all looked up at Chu Yue and Zhao Dahu. Someone muttered, "Why is it her who came, and not Doctor Zhou?" The villagers were in a daze, but looking at Chu Yue's military uniform and her tense expression, they couldn't help but shiver.
She is obviously just a young girl, why does she look at people with such a terrifying look?
The villagers dispersed subconsciously, knowing more or less what they were doing. Their superiors had clearly ordered them to throw away the poisonous old rice, but they were still snatching it away. This was unacceptable and they were wrong.
But--
"Doctor Xiao Chu, we know that old rice is poisonous, but I heard you say the other day that only old rice that has turned yellow and spoiled is poisonous. We picked out all the yellow rice, and you see, I only have white rice here."
"Doctor Xiao Chu, it's not easy for us country folk to grow rice. After paying the public tax, there's not much left at home. We can't even get enough to eat. We can only live on potatoes and sweet potatoes. We're really tired of eating them. Such good rice, you just throw it away, what a pity."
"That's right. We earned all this rice with our sweat. We know that poisonous rice cannot be eaten, but look at these... they are all white. How can they be bad?"
Most of the villagers are in their 40s and 50s. They have been working in the fields all their lives, but they cannot even have a full meal.
Otherwise, the situation wouldn't have happened that only the main table had white rice to eat.
They looked at the white rice, which looked healthy and had no peculiar smell, and they really couldn't bear to throw it away.
Chu Yue came all the way here with anger, but when she met this group of honest farmers and listened to what they said, she felt a little sad.
In this day and age, rice is really precious.
But Aflatoxin is a bacterium, which cannot be seen with the naked eye. If you find a single virus, the whole bag of rice is spoiled.
Even if Chu Yue explained this truth to the villagers, they would not listen.
Chu Yue didn't lose her temper at the villagers, but said, "Fellow villagers, don't get excited yet, let me do an experiment."
experiment?
What a novel word.
Chu Yue looked around. On one side was the production team's house, and next to the house was a warehouse where grain was piled. In order to prevent small animals such as rats and weasels from stealing grain, mousetraps were placed around the warehouse.
At this time, there happened to be a mouse in the mousetrap catching money.
Chu Yue said to Zhao Dahu, "Dahu, go get the mousetrap and the mouse."
Zhao Dahu put Zhao Xiaohua down and immediately did as Chu Yue instructed.
The mousetrap was quickly placed in front of everyone. The black little mouse ran back and forth in the mousetrap, struggling for survival, unaware that its death was approaching.
Chu Yue grabbed a handful of rice from the villagers' baskets. It was white and did not look spoiled at all.
She threw the rice into the mousetrap. When the little mouse saw the rice, its eyes lit up and it immediately lowered its head to eat it. You could hear the sound of its teeth gnawing on it.
Chu Yue watched this scene, Zhao Dahu and Zhao Xiaohua watched this scene, and the surrounding villagers also watched this scene, some were worried, some were confused.
After a while, Zhao Xiaohua whispered, "Brother, the mouse is going to die."
While everyone was still puzzled, the little mouse that had eaten the rice suddenly began to twitch, tremble all over, and spit out white foam from its mouth.
“Ah—dead, dead—”
The villagers watched the little mouse die, their eyes wide open and their faces turned pale. Then they looked at the rice in their hands with expressions of horror.
Chu Yue looked at the villagers and asked, "You have seen what happened to the little mouse. Do you still want to take the rice back?"
"No, no, we still want to live." The villagers waved their hands and quickly poured out the rice they had snatched. They could give up the rice, but the bamboo baskets were theirs.
Chu Yue said, "The bamboo baskets have been used to hold rice and are contaminated with bacterial toxins. If you put other things in them, they may also cause poisoning. Whether it is bamboo baskets or sacks, you cannot take them away. Leave them all behind."
The villagers looked at each other, still hesitating, and were reluctant to even give up a bamboo basket.
At this time, the group of villagers who had originally delivered things to Chu Yue rushed over. Seeing this situation, they were furious.
A woman shouted, "Do you want to live or the bamboo basket? Don't listen to Dr. Xiao Chu, put it down now!"
"You think six deaths aren't enough, and you want more deaths?"
"You have learned a bloody lesson, but you still haven't learned your lesson. Will you die if you don't try to take advantage of others?"
Only after half of the people accused them did the other half put down the things in their hands.
Chu Yue continued to remind, "When you go back home, wash your hands and clothes with soap. You should know which hand you have grabbed the rice with."
"Yes, yes, Doctor Chu, we will listen to you and wash our hands carefully when we go back. Can we... go now?" The villagers asked cautiously, fearing Chu Yue's cold look at this moment.
Chu Yue said, "Let's go."
After the crowd dispersed, Zhao Dahu frowned and asked Chu Yue, "Doctor Chu, what should we do with the rice now?"
Chu Yue said in a deep voice, "Burn it."
Now that no one in the village can make the decision, she will do it.
Half of the villagers who were originally grateful to Chu Yue for curing and saving lives now all supported Chu Yue. After the cremation, all was over and they could rest in peace.
Zhao Dahu quickly found some straw, put the rice, bamboo baskets and sacks together, poured kerosene on them, threw a match over and set them on fire.
When the fire started, Chu Yue held Zhao Xiaohua's hand and said, "Xiaohua, let's stand further away."
The flames flickered, the burning wood made crackling sounds, and the white rice was swallowed by the flames, turning into black charcoal.
As the flames shot up into the sky, a mournful suona sound was heard.
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