Chapter 385: The little white mouse died in the experiment
Chu Yue said coldly, "Come on, take me there."
Zhao Dahu looked up at Doctor Zhou's room, "But... Doctor Zhou..."
Nowadays, Doctor Zhou's words carry the most weight in the village. 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.
Chu Yue turned around and looked at Zhao Dahu. "Doctor Zhou is also a patient. He needs to rest. I can handle some things. There is no need to trouble him."
Before Zhao Dahu could react, Zhao Xiaohua urged him on. She patted Zhao Dahu on the shoulder and said, "Brother, hurry up! Show the doctor the way."
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, "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. Some people 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 a young girl, why does she look at people with such a terrifying look?
The villagers subconsciously dispersed, knowing in their hearts 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 look, I only have white rice here."
"Doctor Xiao Chu, it's not easy for us country folk to grow rice. After paying the public grain tax, there's not much left at home. We can't even get enough to eat, and we can only rely on potatoes and sweet potatoes to survive. We're really tired of eating. Such good rice, you just throw it away, what a shame."
"That's right. This rice is earned with our sweat. We know that poisonous rice can't be eaten, but look at these... they're all white. How can they be bad?"
Most of the villagers are in their forties or fifties. They have been working hard in the fields all their lives, but they cannot even have a full meal.
Otherwise, the situation wouldn't have happened where only the main table had white rice.
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 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 one virus is found, the whole bag of rice will be 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 the warehouse where grain was piled. In order to prevent small animals such as rats and weasels from stealing the 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' basket. It was white and didn't look like it had gone bad at all.
She threw 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, and some were confused.
After a while, Zhao Xiaohua whispered, "Brother, the mouse is dying."
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 with 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 said, "You saw what happened to the little mouse. Do you still want to take this 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 might also cause poisoning. Whether it's the bamboo baskets or the sacks, you can't take them away. Leave them all behind."
The villagers looked at each other, still hesitating, unwilling 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 immediately!"
"You think six deaths aren't enough, and you want more people to die?"
"You've learned a bloody lesson, and you still haven't learned your lesson. Will you die if you don't try to take advantage of small gains?"
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, wash your hands and clothes with soap. You must know which hand you 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 noisy crowd dispersed, Zhao Dahu frowned and asked Chu Yue, "Doctor Chu, what should we do with all this rice now?"
Chu Yue said in a deep voice, "Burned."
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 the disease and saving lives now all supported Chu Yue. After the cremation, all was over and they could feel at ease.
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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