How could good things happen to him?
Wang Fang asked him casually, "Where did you pick those mushrooms today?"
“I picked it right on the mountain.”
"I want to pick more mushrooms to make mushroom powder."
"How much?"
“The more the merrier!”
"I understand. Go to bed early."
After saying that, Liu Gang lay down and fell asleep.
Wang Fang also put away her pen and paper and glanced at the titles of the two articles she needed to write. She was thinking while she slept.
The next day, Liu Gang went to see the team leader Liu Weihong.
As expected, according to Wang Fang's ideas, Liu Weihong still calculated the work points. Now that the production quotas are assigned to each household, they can pay less grain.
According to the past, Liu Gang and his brothers never thought that there would be such an idea to discuss with the team leader.
This at least helps the family out a lot.
Liu Jian would not have any psychological burden when lying at home.
The next day Wang Fang got up.
She first rinsed her mouth and washed her face, then carried a basket and went to the field to pick vegetables.
If breakfast was still salted radish, she would stir-fry some vegetables and drink them with porridge.
Sure enough, her idea was right, breakfast was indeed salted radish and white porridge.
Rice is grown in the south, but here there is plenty of white rice.
There is really nothing else to eat yet.
After picking vegetables and preparing breakfast for myself, I thought Liu Jian wouldn't be working today, so should I ask him to come out for dinner?
She went to Liu Jian's room and found Liu Jian lying there groaning.
It's obvious that the wound from yesterday's fall is hurting.
Although she did not study medicine, she studied pharmaceutical chemistry and had some knowledge of medical principles.
"What's wrong, Third Brother? Where does it hurt?"
Liu Jian looked at Xiaofang, who was about the same age as him, but it was a pity that she was already his sister-in-law.
Suddenly, his younger peers became his elders.
But he was indeed in pain at this time.
He said, "My arm hurts."
He injured his leg, but my brother has been fixing it with a wooden board since yesterday.
Just wait for recovery.
There is a wound on my arm, and it's hot in summer, so it's a little inflamed.
Wang Fang checked the wound on her hand and saw a deep wound on the back of her left hand, where the bone was visible, and the cross-section was very neat.
"Your wound was caused by a knife, right? Not a fall."
Liu Jian lay in bed, his lips white, the pain seemed to have reached his limit.
"Well, yes."
"Your wound has become festered. And such a large wound needs to be sutured. I'll go find Uncle Fugui and get some anti-inflammatory medicine."
Liu Jian's weak voice was considered a response.
Wang Fang saw that there was no window in the room, so she opened it to let some air into the room.
Judging from his appearance, he probably can't get out of bed to eat.
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