"No, does anyone believe this?"
Lu Xinghe looked doubtful. If someone said that an older person was a spirit medium, and everyone in the village believed him, then there was nothing to say.
When you are older and have more experience, you can always see things from the bottom of people's hearts.
After all, everyone has bad times, and there is no way out by asking for help from others or seeking official positions.
In the end, they would choose to find a local master to show them the way.
Of course, at this time, more people go to the doctor to treat their children.
For example, the child has a fever or a cold, or wakes up in the middle of the night.
The first choice of the villagers was to use the most traditional method, rubbing the children's bodies with burning white wine.
It’s not that I don’t want to give my child medicine, I’m just afraid of side effects.
It's just that the villagers are really poor and can't afford medical treatment.
After waiting for two or three days, the child's fever and illness did not improve.
Only then will they be sent to the clinic and prescribed some cheap medicine.
If it still hasn't healed, then you should go see a doctor for a weak disease.
In the Northeast, in order to avoid suspicion, or perhaps as a countermeasure, people describe seeing a Taoist priest as treating a weak illness.
"Yes, not only do they believe it, but they also say it's quite accurate. The grandson of the old Qi family in our village went to the clinic and tried folk remedies. Finally, he went to her and his fever went away the next day."
Widow Wang told her everything she knew.
You know what, several children who went to see a doctor were eventually cured. One had a fever and cried all night for two days.
Even Wang Daiba calculated when he would be able to get married.
A young man in his twenties doesn't think about anything else except this thing.
Seeing that Lu Xinghe lived such a happy life, Prince Li naturally thought about this matter.
It's not a big deal to look at celebrity magazines every night to find the fifth girl.
Cao Guizhi said that the baby in her belly was the reincarnation of a fox fairy.
Foxes are yellow, white, willows are gray, and hedgehogs and longworms are not common in the Northeast.
But what everyone fears more are weasels and foxes.
Otherwise, Cao Guiye wouldn't have been so scared when he saw the weasel.
The others chatted a little more about the guardian deity.
The big pot of stewed rabbit outside is almost ready.
Add the radish that had been cooked in advance.
After another three to five minutes, a pot of steaming and fragrant iron pot stewed rabbit was ready.
Rabbit meat is also called delicious meat.
It will taste like whatever meat you stew it with.
There is generally a rule for cooking, which is to use more oil when cooking vegetarian dishes and less oil when cooking meat dishes, so that they will taste better.
But you must add more animal fat to the rabbit meat, so that it will have the aroma of pork when stewed.
The most enjoyable way to eat iron pot stew is to eat it directly around the stove.
At this time, everyone at home is familiar with each other and no one dislikes each other.
So they simply didn't serve it out. The five of them gathered around the stove, with Widow Wang still holding the dazed Xiao Hongmei.
They scooped the pot stickers off with a spatula and put them back into the pot to be covered with soup. The five of them then devoured the food with relish.
I ate until my stomach was full and I fell asleep.
However, He Xiaoyu was afraid that Lu Xinghe had been holding it in for too long.
I was afraid that I would scream out loud when doing that kind of thing at night.
After cleaning the kitchen, he hid in the big house and never dared to come out again.
Lu Xinghe almost followed Wang Dai's example and used the Fifth Girl to solve the problem.
the next day.
It has been more than a week since they came out. Su Xingruo and Li Ruonan can't stay here any longer.
After breakfast, we go to the city.
If Su Xingruo has a job, she can't be fired whether she goes to work or not, but she can't be too harsh either.
Widow Wang took Xiao Hongmei home early in the morning.
Making red hair flowers was her only job, and she set strict standards for herself every day.
"Let's go to the city together. I'm going to the pharmacy to bring some Chinese medicine to Uncle Niu."
Lu Xinghe waved his hand and acted as a bodyguard.
All the money He Xiaoyu earned was hidden by her.
It was put into an iron can and hidden on the bedding rack.
But Su Xingruo and Li Ruonan still had money on them.
There were nearly two pounds of silver in the plastic bag in the crotch of the two men.
I was nervous all the way and looked around, thinking that everyone on the bus looked like a thief.
But they forgot that Lu Xinghe was accompanying them on this trip.
There is an essential difference in temperament between hunters and migrant workers.
The job of hunter is considered a rather special profession in this era.
After all the killing during this period, anyone with a discerning eye can see the murderous aura in Lu Xinghe.
No one dared to look at the three women for even a second.
After arriving at the county town, Su Xingruo left on his bicycle.
Li Ruonan plunged into the black market.
Compared to other places, it feels more like her home.
"Huh... finally it's just the two of us left."
Lu Xinghe sighed from the bottom of his heart.
People say that having too many beautiful women around you is a problem, but there can’t be too many of them.
The point is that you can’t touch any of them. Who can stand this?
"Well, I'm sorry for putting you through this period of time."
He Xiaoyu pulled Lu Xinghe's arm.
This was their second date.
In this era, there are many people who get married first and then fall in love.
After only two dates, they were already inseparable.
Lu Xinghe first took He Xiaoyu to the supply and marketing cooperative.
The two of them just got their marriage certificate but didn't hold a wedding, even though He Xiaoyu didn't want anything.
But three turns and one sound, thirty-six legs, this is the custom of getting married at this time.
Lu Xinghe planned to equip them all.
The three symbols are bicycles, watches and sewing machines.
A few years ago, the first sound was pointed out to be the radio, but as more and more goods were traded on the black market, it was gradually replaced by the tape recorder.
Even though there is only one word difference, the price can differ by more than twenty dollars.
Entering the supply and marketing cooperative, Lu Xinghe asked about the next time bicycles and sewing machines would be distributed.
Before the 1980s, bicycles and sewing machines could be bought without a ticket.
In remote areas like Linhai County, the quota allocated is limited.
Even if you have a ticket, you still have to queue up in advance.
Whether you can buy it or not depends on God’s will.
After learning that bicycles and sewing machines would not be available until before the New Year, the two bought some food and went to the grocery store to take a look at the radio.
Then I went to the pharmacy to buy medicine.
However, before the two of them entered the pharmacy.
In the pharmacy, Old Man Zhang was not behind the counter, but standing next to a white-haired old man.
With a pleading look on his face, he bowed with both hands.
"There are really no fresh bangchui left. The thirty-year-old one was brought to me by a young man. I have no idea where he is from. Please don't embarrass me.
I have been by your side for many years, why don't you believe me? ”
The white-haired old man sat on a chair, leaning on a cane. No matter how old man Zhang begged, he didn't say a word.
Moreover, the two straight young men following behind the white-haired old man seemed to have heard nothing and were just looking in the direction of the door.
Many people who came to get medicine were so scared that they didn't dare to enter the door.
"Well, I'll take it. I'll find someone to take it now. I'll send it to you after I receive it, okay? You said you're in trouble..."
As Old Man Zhang was speaking, he suddenly caught sight of the young man he had been thinking about day and night.
Without even waiting for Lu Xinghe to enter.
Old man Zhang sprinted at a speed of several meters and came to Lu Xinghe in a flash.
Just like asking his ancestor to come, he grabbed his arm tightly.
With an excited look on his face, he said: "My little ancestor, you are finally here, your thirty-piece mallet is really..."
"Not twenty..."
"Thirty years, it's that thirty-year-old stick!!!"
This old Deng.
The corner of Lu Xinghe's mouth twitched. It turned out that no matter how old a businessman is, he is always a profiteer.
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