Chapter 168 The Problem Lies in the Medicine
Two days later, Sang Zhixia looked at the man in front of him whose hands were swollen and shiny and he couldn't even make a fist, and the corners of his mouth twitched with difficulty.
Even though he has seen it many times, every time he watches it again, Sang Zhixia can still find different funny points in it.
Uncle Xu, who had been teased and watched for two days, had an extremely calm expression and a level tone: "Laugh if you want to. There's no need to endure it so uncomfortably."
"It's just my fault that day."
It's indeed a case of irritation.
Those who go to cut the beehives and attract the bees are veterans who have been in the mountains for many years. They are experienced in this field and know how to protect themselves.
Before the action, everyone deliberately applied a special smell of herb on their bodies, which can repel parasitic wasps and other stinging insects. Uncle Xu also applied it, but he thought the smell was too pungent, so he left out his hands.
Everything was going smoothly, and the people who went into the mountains had successfully completed their mission. However, when they were setting up a nest for the parasitic wasps they had attracted, Uncle Xu, who had probably perfectly avoided the bees' pursuit in the woods, mistakenly thought he was really immune to all poisons, and he couldn't help but touch the beehive that had been cut and placed there.
Then……
Then my hand became swollen like it is now.
Sang Zhixia felt deep sympathy in her heart, but she really had nothing to say.
Uncle Xu was suffering from redness, swelling and pain, and his face was full of despair.
It's very desperate.
The desperate Uncle Xu's hands were swollen like shiny pig's trotters, and it was impossible for him to go to the fields again. However, he couldn't stay idle every day and insisted on walking around the fields, which earned him a lot of jokes and ridicule.
He was the third victim to be stung in this way.
The first two are Xu Mingyang and Xu Mingxu, who are also impatient.
Sang Zhixia couldn't bear to watch this. She stiffly looked away, coughed, and put her hand to her mouth, saying, "Didn't you ask the doctor to prescribe some ointment? Did Third Uncle apply it?"
Uncle Xu sighed bitterly, "Wipe it off."
"It wouldn't be as shiny as this without applying it."
Sang Zhixia's mouth twitched again.
Uncle Xu sighed deeply and finally squatted down.
He looked at the rice fields undulating in the breeze and said, "Xia girl, your uncle nearly lost his hands to stings from those beehives. Will those bees really help the rice plants in the field?"
In the past two days, Sang Zhixia led people to pull out the seedlings on three acres of land. Up to now, the Xu family has pulled out and thrown away no less than a hundred kilograms of seedlings.
The damage caused by the front and back padding is too great. Even though the Xu family has a lot of land and abundant seedlings, they cannot withstand such damage.
If the method of attracting parasitic wasps to build nests is ineffective, then all the work will be in vain.
Sang Zhixia followed his melancholic gaze and said firmly, "Of course."
"As long as these little bugs can successfully nest and reproduce nearby, natural enemies won't be able to control the pests in the field."
This is an inseparable link in the natural food chain and is also the lowest-cost treatment method. The only loss is Uncle Xu's slightly clumsy hands.
Uncle Xu felt relieved after hearing this, but he couldn't help asking, "What are you going to do with the rice fields after you pulled out the seedlings? Are you going to plant rice again? Is it too late to sow the seeds now?"
“Of course we can’t grow rice.”
It's not the right season, so if you plant now you won't get a harvest.
Instead of working hard in the same place, it is better to do something different and add some variety.
Sang Zhixia thought for a moment and said, "Soybeans or sorghum, which one do you think is suitable, Uncle San?"
"Sorghum, right?"
Uncle Xu smacked his lips with longing and said with a smile, "You're a good winemaker, and every now and then you make a lot of money for the family. If our fields produce sorghum, that would save us some money."
"Then plant sorghum."
"I'll go back and complete the process. Tomorrow, Uncle San will go to the city and buy some sorghum seeds from the grain store. We'll try to get started in the next few days."
It’s a little late now, but sorghum is a late harvest crop and can withstand the cold, so there’s still time.
Uncle Xu was already very familiar with the procedures in the fields and nodded without objection. Seeing Sang Zhixia preparing to leave, he asked curiously, "Are you in a hurry to go home?"
Sang Zhixia paused and said slowly, "It's almost time for Grandfather to take his medicine. I'll go back and take a look."
Uncle Xu became even more worried when he talked about this.
"They say old children are always old children. I think your grandfather is becoming more and more like that now."
"When I was young, I was not afraid of the swords on the battlefield. Now that I am old, I am afraid of taking medicine. Every time I have to persuade you to drink it."
After hearing this, Sang Zhixia subconsciously tensed her back.
Uncle Xu was still muttering, "Luckily, you're still here to try and persuade him. Otherwise, with Xu Yu away, who would dare to approach the old man?"
Yesterday, the medicine was boiled a little earlier than usual. The old lady just advised the old man a few words, wanting him to drink it while it was hot, but the old man smashed the bowl directly. In the end, Sang Zhixia rushed back to boil a new batch.
Thinking of the old man's increasingly erratic temper during his illness, Third Uncle Xu waved his hands anxiously, "Hurry up, hurry up. When Xu Yu comes back, you won't have to run back and forth like this. That kid is very brave. He's there to take the blame when the old man gets angry."
Sang Zhixia heard the resentment in his words and curled her lips in a helpless smile: "Uncle, I'll go back first. I'll be back soon after I finish over there."
"Well, I'm here."
Uncle Xu put his swollen hands into his wide sleeves with great difficulty and said lazily, "Go back and rest for a while before coming back. There's no need to rush."
Sang Zhixia agreed readily, and when she returned home, she heard the old man's angry voice again as expected.
"Take it! Don't drink it!"
Aunt Xu, holding the medicine bowl, looked helpless and whispered, "Grandpa, the doctor said you need to take care of yourself and not get angry. You..."
"If you don't want to make me angry, just take this useless thing out and throw it away!"
The old man coughed violently a few times, and the handkerchief covering his mouth immediately had a few ominous red spots.
Aunt Xu was terrified when she saw this, but the old man seemed not to notice. He threw the handkerchief to the ground, glared at the old lady who came in, and said angrily: "Get out of here!"
"It's useless even if you drink it. Why would you drink this crap?!"
"Take this and get out!"
The old lady opened her mouth, hesitant to speak, and seeing the handkerchief thrown on the ground, mostly soaked in blood, her eyes and eyebrows were filled with worry, and her voice trembled: "Grandpa, it's already this time, why are you still so arrogant?"
"How can you not take medicine? You're already old, and you've been sick several times in a row. If..."
"roll!"
The old man grabbed the tea bowl on the table and threw it at the old lady's feet. The roar was followed by a heart-wrenching cough.
Drops of blood that he coughed out flowed out from between his uncontrollably trembling fingers, and landed on the quilt, which was so shocking that one dared not look at it any longer.
Aunt Xu's eyes suddenly turned red, and Xu Wenxiu, who was watching at the door, also had tears in her eyes. Both of them covered their mouths tightly and dared not make a sound.
Sang Zhixia stepped forward under Aunt Xu's worried gaze, and despite the old man's rebuke, she took the bowl and said, "Aunt San, give it to me."
"Xia Xia, you..."
"It doesn't matter who comes! I said I don't want to drink, so I don't want to drink!"
"grandfather."
Sang Zhixia felt a headache as she looked at the old man who was so angry that he was gasping for breath. She quickly walked over and whispered, "Xu Yu and Xu Minghui haven't come back yet. If you don't take the medicine, what will happen to them?"
She seemed to be afraid that the old man would be too embarrassed to admit his shame, so she signaled Aunt Xu to close the door.
The old lady looked at her deeply, then walked away without saying a word.
After the door was closed, Sang Zhixia continued to persuade him, and quickly poured the medicine in the bowl onto a large piece of cotton cloth hidden in her arms.
She quickly put away the cotton soaked in medicine and supported the old man who was coughing continuously.
"Grandfather, are you all right? Are you..."
"Shhh."
The old man's hand, trembling from his violent coughing, rested on the back of her hand. After spitting out the fishy-smelling blood in his mouth, he said softly, "It won't hurt to spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. Don't panic."
If what Sang Zhixia said two days ago was just a guess, then two days after stopping the medication, the old man already had a clear idea in his mind.
Stopping the medication should have led to a worsening of the condition, but the opposite was true.
In the past two days, he has been coughing more and more frequently, and vomiting blood more and more often.
But every time he vomited, the depression that had been accumulating in his heart would invisibly dissipate a little, and even the drowsiness that had been with him for a long time was much less.
It is right to stop the medication.
Sang Zhixia was not wrong.
The problem is with the medicine.
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