Chapter 284: There is salvation
Fu Jingyou spoke nonsense and hurriedly said "It's saved", then ran away like a gust of wind under the scorching heat of the sun.
Chen Guifen looked confused. She walked forward along the avenue for a while, then turned around and walked back for a while.
I didn't know whether I should continue going to the county or turn around and chase Fu Jingyou.
After walking back and forth several times, worry finally got the better of her and Chen Guifen continued walking towards the county.
Fu Jingyou hurried home, took out the backpack at home, and put all the fine grains in the rice jar into the backpack.
He carried a backpack and crossed several hills to Gujiazhuang of the Seventh Brigade of the Hongqi Commune next door.
The Gu family was in the same situation as he was before, so in order to avoid causing trouble, he decided not to make this matter public.
When we arrived at Gujiazhuang, it was already past five in the afternoon.
Fu Jingyou hid in the tea mountain outside Gujiazhuang for a while.
When it was dark and no one could be seen in the fields, they groped their way into the production team along the path along the ridges of the fields.
It is difficult to distinguish people of this type from each other based on their appearance and clothing, but they have one characteristic that allows them to confirm each other's identity at a glance.
Brick house.
The current situation is difficult and there are few brick and tile houses in the countryside.
If it was a member's family with a good family background, and they saved money and built a brick house, they would definitely decorate it in a decent and grand manner.
On the contrary, certain people are just like him before.
Even if there was light and rain leaking from above, we would just make do with it to avoid suspicion and trouble.
Fu Jingyou walked along the production team and soon found the target family.
In the hot summer, people in the village close their doors late, so he stands at the door and knocks on it.
The layout of this family is similar to that of the Fu family, and there are a few "knock knock knock" sounds.
Soon a little girl ran out of the kitchen.
Seeing the unfamiliar face of Fu Jingyou, the little girl quickly retreated back to the kitchen:
"Mother-in-law! It's not Brother and Sister Lan, it's someone I don't know..."
"How could it be someone I don't know at this hour? Did you see it wrong? Is it Brother Yang who's here?"
A vicissitudes but kind voice came.
Then, an old lady in a long gown came out with a unsteady gait.
Seeing Fu Jingyou, the old lady was also stunned:
"Comrade, what are you doing..."
Fu Jingyou pursed his lips and put the backpack down from his shoulder.
Without permission, he did not enter the house directly, but only explained his purpose at the door:
"Grandma, are you a doctor? I want to ask you for something!"
The old lady's expression was stern, and she waved her hands as if she had expected something:
"You can't treat, and you don't know how to diagnose! Comrade, please go back!"
"Grandma, I'm not here to ask you for a consultation, nor to embarrass you. I just want to ask for some medicinal herbs. Can I exchange them for my rations?"
Fu Jingyou became anxious and pushed the backpack towards the main room.
He did not hide anything and explained the situation directly:
"Don't be so quick to refuse... I have no choice. The adults at home are relying on these medicines to save their lives!"
Perhaps it was because doctors have a kind heart, or perhaps it was because Fu Jingyou was sincere and pious in the past, the old lady saw that he was quite polite and asked a few questions.
Fu Jingyou sniffed, wiped his face, and explained the situation truthfully.
The old lady asked, "Which herbs did the old man you were looking for talk about?"
Fu Jingyou quickly said:
"Cooked, cooked Rehmannia root, Chinese Angelica root, Astragalus root, Poria cocos, White Peony root, and Chuanxiong root... The teacher said that it doesn't matter if the other ingredients are missing, but Rehmannia root is indispensable!"
The old lady nodded.
They are all practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, and they can understand some of the tricks just by listening to the scattered names of medicinal herbs.
They are all common medicinal herbs for replenishing qi, nourishing blood and nourishing blood.
Although it is common, it is not easy to prepare.
Take Rehmannia root for example. The preparation process requires nine steaming and nine dryings, which takes a month to complete...
"I have everything you want. Come with me and help me light the lamp."
Fu Jingyou hurried forward, took the kerosene lamp and quickly polished it.
The old lady squatted down and fumbled under the bed, pulling out a small wooden box.
Then he carried the small wooden box to the table by the window and opened the small door of an old wardrobe on the side.
After fumbling around and taking out a few sets of outer clothes, the old lady didn't know where she was holding the button, but she heard a "click" and two small doors in the cupboard opened.
The small drawers are neatly arranged.
Without Fu Jingyou repeating himself, the old lady opened the small wooden box, took out a stack of oil paper, and then took out a small scale as long as a palm.
Several packages were packed with similar quantities of each medicinal ingredient.
"The one tied with red string is Siwu Decoction, and the one tied with hemp string is Sijunzi Decoction. Take it back and tell the old man about it, and he will naturally understand."
Fu Jingyou nodded quickly, then thought of something and asked:
"Do we still need pigeons?"
When we came, Mr. Qian said that if there was nothing else, pigeons would be fine.
Now that we have it, if we can get pigeons, can it be the icing on the cake?
Can it increase the efficacy of the medicine?
"One pigeon is better than three rabbits, and one rabbit is better than three chickens..."
The old lady smiled with a vicissitudes of life, and her kind face wrinkled into many wrinkles:
"Pigeons are warm-blooded and yang-inspired creatures. They can invigorate blood circulation and dissipate stasis, as well as nourish blood and yin. They're incredibly effective for postpartum women. If you can get some, you might as well get one or two to eat as a warming nourishment."
Fu Jingyou nodded repeatedly and took it to heart.
Time was running out and he didn't have time to say thank you. He took out the rice and grain from the basket on his back, filled it with medicine and was about to leave.
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes fate. These are just things found in the ditches and ridges of the fields. They are not worth anything..."
The old lady held onto his backpack and put the rice bag into it:
"People like us don't ask for anything else. We just want to accumulate blessings."
"Take everything back, and don't tell anyone. Just pretend you've never been here."
Fu Jingyou was silent for a moment, did not resist, and walked back with the rice on his back.
After walking a distance, he turned around and saw that the old lady had turned back and gone back into the house. He quickly turned around and ran back to put down the bag of rice.
He could not repay the life-saving grace, but providing some food subsidies so that the family could have a few meals to eat was one of the few things he could do in return.
The little girl in the room shouted:
"Oh my god, that guy brought the things back again!"
When the old lady came out of the kitchen again, Fu Jingyou had already disappeared into the night.
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The mountain road was difficult to walk on at night, and Fu Jingyou crawled and fell along the way back, protecting the medicine at the bottom of the basket.
After staying awake for quite some time, and running around like a top all day, Fu Jingyou had no idea what "tired" felt like.
He only knew that the thing behind him could save Lu Miao and his wife's life.
I climbed over the mountain in the dark and arrived home at around nine o'clock. I got my bicycle and headed back to the county.
By the time we arrived at the county, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.
Fu Jingyou handed over the backpack and took out the herbs.
The tall and burly man's clothes were torn by thorns and his face was covered with blood marks, but he was completely unaware of it.
Lu Miao was lying on the bed in the ward, and Tang Mei and Chen Guifen took turns taking care of Lu Miao and Dabao and Erbao.
Lu Yuanzheng was not there, and neither was Mr. Qian.
"I got the medicine back! I got it back!"
Fu Jingyou was very anxious:
"Where is Mr. Qian resting?"
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