Chapter 12 Chapter 12 There are really people who don’t cry out in pain
The next morning, the rain outside finally stopped.
However, the rainwater accumulated in the mountains was not easy to dry out. The wind blowing in the morning was cold and had a stench of rotting leaves.
Kanghe wanted to go down the mountain early.
Fan Jing was afraid that he would not know the way out of the mountain, so he sent him to the outer mountain.
Kang He told him not to go out today, but Fan Jing did not answer him. He just urged him to go down the mountain quickly, otherwise he would not be able to get back before dark.
There is a small path on the mountain that leads directly to the official road, so there is no need to take a detour through the village.
There weren't many forks in the road along the way, so Kang He remembered the route Fan Jing told him and arrived at the county town at noon.
The weather in the county is good, and the sun is quite hot.
After entering the city, Kang He did not rush to the clinic, but first wandered around the streets for a while.
Whenever he heard someone speaking Mandarin, he would go over to listen, silently learning what they were saying.
Not only that, he also looked for people to talk to to test their depth.
After a long delay, he took the opportunity to learn to speak with others and asked for directions to a clinic before going to get medicine.
I explained my symptoms to the doctor in detail and got three prescriptions.
There are both internal and external medicines. In addition, I also bought some commonly used medicines, mostly medicines for external injuries, and also medicines for treating headaches, fever, diarrhea and bloating.
The old doctor saw that he was handling the medicine in a proper manner and asked, "Young man, are you a herbalist from the countryside?"
Kang He said in a new tone: "How can I be so capable? I only know a few basics."
"Knowing that is a good thing, I will take better care of myself."
Kang He smiled and saw some herbs hanging in the clinic that had not yet been put into the cabinet. The old doctor was very easygoing, so he asked casually, "I wonder if you accept herbs here, sir?"
"I do charge some, but since this is a small clinic with little business, the prices are not high."
Kang He said, "The old doctor is kind and compassionate. His consultation fees are not high and his medicines are affordable. Sending you herbs is a good deed to accumulate virtue."
The old doctor was delighted by Kang He's flattery. He lowered his voice and said, "You are so nice to hear, young man. If you have any herbs in the future, please send them to my small clinic for a checkup."
Kanghe might not have the herbs, but who would complain about having too many options? He said, "Okay."
The medicine cost sixty-five yuan, and Kanghe's savings, which were already small, became even less.
Before leaving today, Fan Jing wanted to give him some money, but he pushed it back.
Fan Jing was injured while saving him, and he was going to use other people's money to treat him. There is no such unreasonable person in the world.
After leaving the clinic, he went to the butcher's shop.
In the afternoon, the butchers at the meat stalls were lazy.
Flies flew over, smelling the smell of meat, and landed on the white pork. The butcher was too lazy to chase them away.
Kang He found a stall called Sister Wu's Good Pork in the corner. Although the stall was not in the main street, it was doing good business and there was almost no meat left on the stall.
It's not surprising, as the area around the stall is swept clean, unlike some stalls where customers want to buy pig intestines and ask the stall owner to dump the dirt in the intestines. The unscrupulous stall owner will dump it into the ditch beside the stall.
Those who were more particular would pick up the money in a bucket, but after using it they would not put the bucket somewhere else but just put it under the stall.
It was okay in the morning because the weather was a little hot. The filth had been kept in the bucket for half a day, and the smell was terrible.
Otherwise, how could there be so many flies and insects in this meat shop?
Seeing Kang He coming over, the woman quickly picked up the pine branches covering the meat and even taught him how to choose.
Kang He asked the price and found out that the best-selling pork belly cost twelve cents per square.
The prices of lean meat and fat meat are not low.
He didn't have enough money to spend, so he asked for a few pork bones and fan bones.
It can fill a large basket, several pounds for only twenty coins.
I also went to the rice store and bought three pounds of flour.
After buying everything, he went to the street and bought two coarse flour pancakes, which he ate with a bowl of coarse tea given by the stall owner.
When he was in power, he even paid a copper coin to teach the idle man who was squatting in the corner waiting for work to talk to him about some local affairs.
After eating the pancakes, he set off to go back.
When we entered the mountain, the sun was almost setting.
After a day of sun, the mountains were no longer as wet as they were in the morning, but had become dry and comfortable.
Kang He hurried back to the wooden house, which was locked from the outside.
As expected, the man couldn't sit still for a moment and no one knew where he went.
Fortunately, he had the key.
This time, Kang He didn't rush out to look for someone, but put the rice in the pot first.
Take the pork bones, clean them, smash them and stew them with rice.
On the way back, he also dug some shepherd's purse and wild spinach, which could be used to make cold dishes.
When Fan Jing came back, he could smell the aroma of meat from far outside the wooden house.
He was walking around the mountain outside and saw a wisp of smoke rising from the direction where he was staying. He knew that Kang He must have returned, so he started to walk back.
"Where have you been? I told you to rest more and not go out. Be careful not to hurt your hand again."
Seeing the man coming back in a depressed mood with one of his arms still hanging, Kang He couldn't wait to go out and couldn't help but say a few words.
Fan Jing thought to himself that there were no such stupid people who would get hurt every time they went out.
“Just wandering around here.”
After saying that, he took out two green-shelled eggs from his pocket.
The egg is small, about the same size as the eggs of the hens raised at home.
Kang He took it and saw how cute it was. He asked, "Is this a wild duck egg?"
"Yeah. There's a stream to the north where you can come across a wild duck nest."
Kang He found this amusing: "I'll go check it out tomorrow. I'll use these duck eggs to stir-fry shepherd's purse tonight."
Fan Jing didn't stop him from dealing with the duck eggs. He used to cook pheasant and wild duck eggs he picked up in the mountains and eat them. He boiled them into boiled eggs with the shells on, which was easy to take out.
He saw Kang He take a bowl and skillfully crack the duck egg shell with one hand. The duck egg slid into the bowl with both yellow and white, and not a single shell fell in.
Then chop the soaked shepherd's purse into small pieces, add it in and mash it all together.
Fan Jing opened the lid of the pot by the stove and took a look inside.
I saw a pot of meat porridge simmering in the steam, with a rich aroma of meat wafting out.
"You can cook?"
Kang He paused what he was doing and said with a smile, "What's the point of knowing how to cook? I can only make some simple food."
Being able to cook is a chef's skill. How could he have such great skills?
Kang He saw that Fan Jing didn't talk much, but was very good at complimenting people.
I feel a little happy.
He does know a lot of things, but he only knows the basics and doesn't delve into the details.
When he was running a self-media account in the village, he filmed cooking, gathering, carpentry, planting... and many other categories. He didn't pose for photos, so he almost did everything.
Although he was born and raised in the countryside, he did not know many rural skills at the beginning. He only learned them specifically for making videos.
Fan Jing thought that he was not the type to be arrogant.
I heard that Mr. Kang is a cook, so it makes sense for Kang Heruo to learn some soup-making skills.
Seeing that the porridge was thick, Kang He filled a bowl with a spoon and gave it to Fan Jing first.
Perhaps because he smelled the aroma and wanted to try what it tasted like, he didn't hesitate and scooped up the porridge with his left hand and started eating.
The pig bones were broken into pieces and the bone marrow inside was stewed into the porridge, making it oily and juicy.
Shredded ginger is sprinkled on it to remove the fishy smell of pork, and a little salt is added to make it taste delicious.
The country folk had never eaten anything good, so a pot of porridge like this was a rare treat for them.
Fan Jing vaguely remembered that it was his mother who made such delicious food when she was alive.
It’s not that she thinks Chen’s cooking skills are bad. She was born in a poor family and grew up in the countryside. She had never eaten a good meal, so how could she cook anything delicious?
Before his mother married his father, she was a resident of the county town.
Although she was not the daughter of a wealthy family, she grew up in a county town and had a broader vision when it came to food and clothing.
His mother taught him Mandarin.
Seeing that he was eating with relish, Kang He quickly prepared some mixed wild spinach and pushed it towards him, asking him to eat it with the porridge.
This person probably had another meal of cold steamed buns.
Fan Jing put down the spoon and picked up chopsticks.
Seeing this, Kang He said, "Since your right hand is inconvenient, you can just use the spoon with your left hand to eat the food. It won't be a problem. If the spoon can't scoop it up, I'll help you."
"No need."
After Fan Jing finished speaking, he quickly picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
Kang He was surprised and asked, "Your left hand is so useful?"
“I was left-handed when I was little.”
Kang He smiled dryly, originally thinking that if he had difficulty with his hands, he could just be more patient and feed the food to him.
Who would have thought that others would not ask for help from others.
He heated up the pan and prepared to make shepherd's purse and duck egg pancakes.
Fan Jing silently ate the whole bowl of porridge, then put down the spoon with a feeling of being unsatisfied, and said, "Don't do it anymore."
"Not tasty?"
Fan Jing shook his head: "We are a family, I have good food and drink in the mountains."
Kang He understood what he meant, but he took his empty bowl, added another bowl of porridge to it, and also picked out a bone with meat on it.
The lean meat has been stewed until it is almost falling off the bones, and it smells delicious just by looking at it.
"I know you're thinking about your family, but if you really care about them, you should focus on taking good care of your health and not worry about these few bites of food."
Kang He said, "The family depends on you to make money. If you are not in good health, how can you make a living for a long time?"
Rich people have to eat light food when they are sick, while poor people have to eat well when they are sick.
The life of the poor is already dull, and if it gets even duller, it will be like killing people.
"Besides, I'll make you some food, which will make me feel better."
Fan Jing listened to his reasoning and said, "You don't have to feel bad. I don't blame you for breaking my arm. Even if it wasn't you yesterday, but someone else, I would still lend a hand."
"I don't know what others would do if they encountered something like this, but I will do my best to express my gratitude."
Fan Jing glanced at him, not knowing whether he recognized what he said or not, but he was speechless.
Seeing this, Kang He stuffed the bowl back into his hand and continued to fry shepherd's purse cakes.
Fan Jing held the bowl and looked at the bones and meat inside. He was distracted for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.
In a moment, a palm-sized fried shepherd's purse pancake was placed firmly on top of the meat, interrupting his thoughts.
"Eat it quickly before it gets cold."
Kang He took the spatula and saw that Fan Jing didn't move his chopsticks, so he scooped another piece and put it in his ceramic bowl.
Seeing this, Fan Jing moved the bowl away and finally picked up the chopsticks again.
Under Kang He's watchful eye, he ate three bowls of meat porridge.
After the meal, Kang He picked up the dishes and chopsticks, then took out the ointment and bandaged Fan Jing again.
The medicine I took yesterday was really not that effective. The wound showed no signs of healing and it was really creepy to have it open.
"It still needs to be stitched up."
Kang He said so and took out the newly bought needle and thread.
Fan Jing just let him serve him.
He said nothing as the needles pricked him, but when the wound was sewn up, a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead.
"Does it hurt?"
Kang He asked him.
Fan Jing didn't answer, but took out a gourd from under the bed.
He opened the gourd and poured a mouthful of liquid into his mouth.
Kanghe smelled a scent of alcohol.
"I slept."
After Fan Jing finished speaking, he got into his little bed and pulled the curtain.
Seeing this, Kang He understood what he was thinking and stopped arguing with him.
He just looked at the shadow lying quietly on the other side of the curtain, and felt a little strange and uncomfortable.
In this world, there are people who are unwilling to even cry out in pain.
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