Song Jinxiu gave him water soaked with Bodhi leaves.
After all, this scumbag dad became paralyzed after receiving treatment himself. The Bodhi tree created the world and is the source of life. Water soaked with its leaves is naturally good. Just don't cure your scumbag dad, just leave it to fate.
Looking at his eldest daughter's graceful back as she left, Song Sanzhu's eyes were filled with tears.
Thank God, his eldest daughter is still alive. If she is alive, will those children hate him less?
Just like this child, he is still willing to talk to him. They also locked him up and gave him water to drink. very nice!
He has been pretending to be paralyzed these days.
You know what, considering his experience of being half-paralyzed in a dream, he pretended quite well.
In the past, he was very concerned about his image and would never crawl on the ground.
But with the experience in the dream, he felt as if he was really paralyzed, with no dignity at all. He could not walk, but crawl.
He just wanted to see if he would end up like in his dream if he really became paralyzed.
You know what, it’s true.
Song Sanzhu lowered his head and couldn't help laughing softly.
I heard that he was paralyzed, so my father asked Doctor You to come and see him.
Doctor You examined him for a long time and said he had cerebral palsy and there was no cure.
Her parents, eldest brother, and the second brother who came back after hearing the news, suddenly became excited as if they were injected with chicken blood. They all said they would take him to the police.
He said that Chunsheng beat him.
Chunsheng should be exiled or put in a pig cage because he hit his own father.
He also said that he had to make them pay for Fourth Brother's injury. Even if the land and the house were not enough, he would have to sell the two cheap girls to pay for it.
It was clearly my fourth brother who beat me, and it was a woman who beat me. What does it have to do with a few children?
At best, I can ask that woman for compensation, but the prerequisite is that it was my fourth brother who started this matter first.
But this dear family of mine kept telling lies without changing their expressions or panic. Everyone swore to the lies with a look of anger on their faces.
He found it ridiculous. Why didn't he think his parents and brothers were so hypocritical before?
Why is it so ugly to blackmail others?
And he is using his biological father to blackmail his own son. What do you think of them?
Is there a second such incident in the world?
Song Sanzhu even suspected that he was still in a dream and had not woken up.
What a terrible dream.
So he picked up the bowl of water on the table and smashed it on his head. The pain made him fall into despair. This was actually true.
He told them: It was his fourth brother who beat them, and if anyone wrongly accused Chunsheng and the others, he would kill himself in front of that person.
So his family members said he was crazy and so crazy that he didn't recognize his relatives.
He was abandoned by his parents.
In the dream, he was given several doses of medicine, but the reality was even worse than in the dream, as his parents didn't buy him a single blade of grass.
The dear widow Sun used to serve him meals at first, but when she heard that there was no cure, she immediately packed up and left.
He admired the speed at which Widow Sun changed her expression. One moment her eyes were full of pain and tenderness, but the next second she turned cold and kept people at a distance.
How can a person change his facial expressions so quickly and freely? He once again looked at his dear widow Sun with admiration.
My father glared at me and asked, "How dare a widow divorce her husband?" Do you think the Song family are vegetarians?
My mother blocked the door with a broom and said, "If you want to remarry, you have to take your husband with you."
What's the matter? Your husband is paralyzed, and you want to leave him to us old couple? No way.
My dear widow Sun said that it is not easy for me to raise children, and if I don’t take care of the paralytic and don’t let me leave, I will go on strike.
After two days of quarreling, everyone pushed him around like a plague god.
The eldest brother couldn't stand it any longer, so he said to his parents, "We have to live our own lives. She doesn't care about my third brother?"
He knew that his elder brother was afraid that Widow Sun would leave and rely on him.
So he has been waiting these days, waiting for his fourth brother to be discharged from the hospital and come home to see how his parents are doing. How to kick this "paralytic" out of the house?
Song Jinxiu went to Huimin Medical Clinic, and they did have sesame oil, but when they heard that she was going to use it for consumption, they turned hostile and refused to sell it to her.
He said to her face: "We got this with great difficulty. Many medicines need to be mixed with sesame oil to be effective. You should buy it somewhere else."
She had just turned around and hadn't taken two steps when a voice came from behind her: "Where did this prodigal come from? Eating sesame oil? Isn't she afraid of having diarrhea? Humph! I dare not sell it to her. If she really has diarrhea, I will have to take the responsibility!"
Song Jinxiu looked up at the sky in silence.
Can eating a few drops of sesame oil cause diarrhea? Is this a public health clinic? Alarmist!
But she immediately figured it out.
The staple food of the local people here is mostly sorghum, and the main dish is pickles.
As for the old Song family, they ate steamed bread, pickled vegetables and sorghum porridge every day.
Sorghum tastes astringent, but it can be used as wild vegetable or green vegetable. It is used to mix rice or steamed buns.
You don't need to mix it with salt, and you will eat it with relish.
Cooking with oil?
I really don’t have any impression of it.
Occasionally, we would eat meat and stew the vegetables in one pot.
The only time meatballs are fried in lard is during the Chinese New Year.
Songjia Village is still a relatively wealthy village.
The Song family is one of the best in the village.
Rich families are all like this, and ordinary families rarely see oily things.
If these people let her eat some sesame oil, and her stomach can't accept it, won't she have diarrhea?
Moreover, the doctors here treat constipation patients with sesame oil, honey and beans.
No wonder the medicine boy was afraid that she would die.
Thinking of this, Song Jinxiu suddenly became unbalanced.
Li's Clinic, didn't see Doctor Li, I heard he was sending his cousin back to Beijing.
Doctor Lao Li saw her in person.
Song Jinxiu first asked Doctor Li to help contact the dean of Kunshan Academy, and then mentioned the matter of sesame oil.
Doctor Li generously gave her half a jar.
It's just that this jar is very heavy, half a jar, Song Jinxiu estimated that it weighs at most three taels.
She exchanged this for the alcohol refined by her brother.
After leaving Li's Medical Clinic, Song Jinxiu was wondering, this sesame oil is so rare, is it from the sesame grown here? Or is it that the refining technology is too backward?
Walking down the street and asking people from different industries, I finally came to the conclusion: it’s a bit of both.
I'll go.
Will we be self-sufficient in oil from now on?
Song Jinxiu suddenly had the idea of pressing oil by herself.
I went to buy some sesame seeds first, but couldn't find any. There is no such thing in the grain store.
The grain store owner said, "The sesame harvest is too abundant, no one is planting it, so we won't buy any. Why don't you ask the clinic, they may have some."
Song Jinxiu was speechless.
Finally, I ended up in a pastry shop, sweeping up a handful of sprouted raw sesame seeds from the floor of someone else's warehouse.
Because the pastry shop uses roasted sesame seeds, they sprinkle some raw sesame seeds on the ground, which were scattered when the sacks were bitten by rats.
When she got home, she locked herself in her room.
Enter the space, first find a place to sow sesame seeds, use the several times production speed in the space to get some seeds, and then go outside to plant them.
After planting sesame seeds, I went to the first floor of the space, turned on the computer, and looked up the ancient method of refining oil.
There are many ways to refine oil, but the procedures are basically the same.
Frying, grinding with stones, steaming, making pancakes, squeezing, hammering...
This is a wood-pressed oil press. Just looking at the instructions, you can tell that you sweat more than you produce.
But there is no other way. Without mechanization, we can only use manpower instead.
Fortunately, she had some knowledge of mechanical engineering and was able to improve the tools for oil extraction. Working in this way can be regarded as getting twice the result with half the effort.
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