It seems that when I was only five or six years old, dozens of refugees came to the village and were arranged by the village chief to settle down at the end of the village.
"Uncle Zhu, what brings you here this time?" The village chief asked politely, and could only pause for the moment.
"Again? I suppose this old man Zhu has already gone to see the village chief quite a few times?" Lin Mo muttered to himself.
"Oh dear," Old Zhu said, looking embarrassed, scratching his head awkwardly.
"Well, that's another story about my husband's legs getting deformed..."
"They keep complaining about leg pain all the time, ugh, we can't stand it anymore."
"We were thinking, didn't they say that rabbits can be sold for their fur and also for their aspic?"
"How about this? We'll sell the live animals directly to you. You can price the fur at eight yuan, and the aspic at four yuan for five jin."
"Twelve yuan will do, okay?"
The village chief looked immensely stressed. He glanced back at Lin Mo and told him to go inside and sit down while he waited.
Lin Mo was a little curious about the commotion, so he went to the main room first, and then kept his ears perked up to listen for any sounds coming out.
If your legs are deformed, that's arthritis, which is incurable; you can only relieve the pain.
For pain relief, you can use ibuprofen, celecoxib, aspirin, or similar medications.
But are these medications available now? It seems not.
"The debts you owe us from before are almost three hundred yuan. Don't blame me for being harsh, but have you ever paid them back? Not even once."
"This rabbit is a breeding stock, meant to improve your family's life. If you sell it, what will you do afterwards? Huh?"
"Oh, village chief, please save us! We can't wait any longer. My wife is in so much pain that she can't even get out of bed."
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