Chapter 49: Going to the Countryside as Educated Youth in the 1970s 12
[This is a parallel fictional world. Please do not take any similarities between place names and people as they appear.]
"I wonder how this hemostatic drug works? It's best to give it a try."
The captain of the guards was very excited. If the hemostatic drug was really as described in the letter, how many people would be saved on the battlefield?
He picked up the dagger and slashed his arm hard, until the bone was exposed and the blood kept flowing.
She's the daughter of that beast Zhang Guocheng...
He calmly instructed people to spray hemostatic medicine.
When the prescription was sprayed on the wound, a miracle happened. The wound stopped bleeding quickly and healed quickly. After 3 minutes, only a scar and a blood stain remained.
However, the captain of the guards was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but cry out softly.
The captain of the guard recovered, moved his arm, touched the scar and said, "This medicine is very powerful. I don't feel any pain now. The wound is completely healed. But the first minute was really painful. I wished I could die."
This is really a top-secret prescription, take a look! After leaving Zhang Guocheng, the child has grown up. This is the money for the experiment, and the country can still afford it. We can't let the little girl use her dowry for experiments.
When Zhang Guocheng ran over, he saw everyone reading his letter. He felt very nervous, wondering what his daughter had written.
The captain of the guard rolled his eyes, this Zhang Guocheng.
"This is for me. It also said I'll give you three bottles of the enhanced health pills. Go ask your daughter how much they cost and I'll pay her."
Zhang Guocheng quickly finished reading the letter with a smile in his eyes. That's great. His daughter understood what he meant when he asked Lao Zhao to find her. She is worthy of being his daughter. She can make money in a clear way. He sends her money every month so that she won't be cheated when spending money. In this era, money is the least important. It is most cost-effective to use money to do good deeds and gain a good reputation. A good reputation can save your life. This is the best choice.
An occasional mistake, such as eating better or craving meat, is harmless.
After the spring, Zhang Xiaojia went up the mountain to collect herbs every day. There were quite a lot of commonly used herbs on the mountain. After picking them, she asked He Xinyan to draw them, tell her the effects, teach her how to prepare them, and asked her to record them and make a booklet.
A car stopped at the door.
The middle-aged man walked in supporting an old man, looked at her and said, "Old Zhang, that beast, your daughter is already so big. Xiaojia, I am your father's comrade-in-arms, Zheng Zhiguo.
Zhang Xiaojia said obediently, "Uncle Zheng."
Zheng Zhiguo helped the old man sit down and said bluntly, "My hometown is in the next county. My mother went back to visit relatives this year and said that the educated youth in your village cured a cataract. The operation only took ten minutes. I checked it out. Okay, since we are one family, can you take a look at my father?"
Zhang Xiaojia took Mr. Zheng's pulse and found out that he had high blood pressure, diabetes and cataracts. No wonder he didn't go to the hospital for cataract surgery. Cataract surgery is very mature nowadays, and the fear of complications during surgery is.
"Uncle Zheng, the old man's blood pressure has been unstable and his blood sugar is not good. He also doesn't listen to the doctor's advice." Zhang Xiaojia picked up the pen in his hand, wrote the medicine directly, and handed it to He Xinyan, asking her to prepare the medicine.
Zheng Zhiguo came with the attitude of giving it a try, and after listening to Zhang Xiaojia's words, he knew that she had something.
Zheng Zhiguo turned around and said angrily, "Dad, did you not take your medicine? Or did you drink alcohol secretly? Tell mom to pour out all your alcohol tomorrow."
When Mr. Zheng heard that his treasured wine was going to be thrown away, he cursed, "How dare you, you little bastard! You're so bold!"
Zheng Zhiguo ignored the old man and asked Zhang Xiaojia, "Xiaojia, can my father have the surgery now?"
Zhang Xiaojia wrote as he said, "No, I've prescribed some Chinese medicine for you to drink for a week. I'll give you a recipe, and you need to follow my instructions and eat it strictly. After a week, you can come back for surgery. But first, I want to make it clear that you must follow my instructions this week."
Zheng Zhiguo quickly nodded in agreement, looked at the recipe, and asked doubtfully, "Xiao Jia, your recipe actually allows drinking alcohol? Did you write it wrong?"
Mr. Zheng couldn't see, but he was not deaf. When he heard that there was wine to drink, he said loudly, "This doctor is very good. I am so old, but I can't even eat what I want. What's the point of living?"
Zhang Xiaojia's mouth twitched as he explained to Zheng Zhiguo, "Uncle Zheng, look carefully. This says medicinal wine. I'll give you three taels of this wine later. Let the old man drink half a tael every night. Only this wine can be given to the old man. No other wine or other people's medicinal wine can be given to the old man."
Zheng Zhiguo breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought the doctor was a quack! Fortunately, he wasn't.
"Okay, I promise I will watch over him this week and will never give the old man any chance," Zheng Zhiguo said bitterly. During this year's vacation, he will definitely cure his father's bad habits.
After seeing them off, He Xinyan came over and said, "Master, why do you prescribe medicinal wine for patients? Isn't it better not to drink it?"
Zhang Xiaojia explained, "Yanyan, for those who are older and have been smoking and drinking for a long time, forcing them to quit smoking and drinking will only backfire. The most frightening thing about quitting smoking is that it will keep relapsing. It requires one's own perseverance and the supervision, encouragement and companionship of family. If you don't want to quit smoking or drinking at all, then just smoke less and control your alcohol intake."
He Xinyan was about to continue when Zhang Xiaojia interrupted her, "The above is my personal opinion. If we judge it by right or wrong, it must be my fault. There's no need to argue. Scientifically speaking, you are right."
He Xinyan was choked by her master's words, and her breath was stuck in her chest.
Ping An came over and said, "Sister, my dad said that the fat boy should stay and learn winemaking from him. Her winemaking skills are not up to standard."
Zhang Xiaojia asked in surprise, "You're so young and you have to stay after school? What do you learn in school?"
"He family rules, wine making, life skills, literacy and mathematics." Ping An
Haha~ It’s better for children to learn more, as long as it’s not her who has to learn.
On Sunday morning, Pangpang was eating breakfast while talking, "Sister, Uncle Wu is just trying to make things difficult for me. I have already brewed some wine, but he says it is not up to standard. I don't want to go to the make-up class. Why should I go on Sunday? I won't go."
Zhang Xiaojia said worriedly, "If you don't go, Uncle He Wu will probably come and arrest you himself. It won't look good if he drags you all the way to the brewery, right?"
When Pangpang heard this, she immediately buried her head in her food. She must run fast and not get caught.
Zhang Xiaojia didn’t ask Pangpang to wash the dishes. Today is Sunday, so let her go and play!
By lunchtime, Pang Pang had not returned yet, so Zhang Xiaojia had to go out to look for Pang Pang. On the way, he asked the children of the He family and found out that Pang Pang had been captured by He Wu to make wine.
When he arrived at the He Family Winery, he heard He Wu's roar. Zhang Xiaojia walked in quickly and saw a chubby little girl standing in front of the wine-making pool, looking at He Wu with an unconvinced look on her face. He Wu was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and he was holding a wooden stick in his hand.
"Do you have a pig brain? I've taught you so many times, but you still can't do it. Are you brewing wine? You are 9 years old this year. Other kids can at least brew wine at the age of 5, but what about you? You can't even make sweet wine?" He Wu roared angrily.
Fatty also put his hands on his hips and shouted angrily: "Uncle Wu, you don't know how to teach. You didn't tell me how much rice to put in, what the appropriate temperature is, how much yeast to put in, and you only said the right amount, the right amount. Uncle Wu, what is the right amount?"
He Wu suppressed his anger and said, "The right amount is the right amount. It depends on your own understanding! Every winemaker has a different style, not all of them are the same. It depends on your own understanding."
Fatty cried out in despair, "I'm only 9 years old. I can't figure it out on my own. Uncle Wu, can we stop brewing?"
He Wu said coldly, "No, go ahead. You skipped class this morning and made me wait for half an hour. You ended get out of class half an hour late and went back to eat."
When Pangpang saw Zhang Xiaojia, her eyes lit up and she rushed over with her short legs, shouting, "Sister!" However, He Wu grabbed her collar tightly to prevent her from leaving.
Zhang Xiaojia: "You guys continue, Fatty, I'll save some food for you."
"Sister, my fifth uncle bullied me." Pangpang said distressedly.
"If you keep making noise, I'll starve you for one meal today."
Zhang Xiaojia left quickly. This kind of problem is like cooking. The right amount is the right amount. Please figure it out yourself.
It’s not like preparing Chinese medicine, where you have to use just the right amount of grams. One gram more might kill someone.
He Miaomiao stopped Zhang Xiaojia and said, "Zhang Xiaojia, my grandfather is sick and dying. I want to go back to the He family to kowtow in front of my great-grandmother's grave and live out my life in the He family's old house. Please help me!!"
Zhang Xiaojia looked at her like an idiot and said, "He Miaomiao, what's my last name? My last name is Zhang, not He. What right do I have to interfere in the affairs of the He family? I'm not that arrogant, but I know myself well." After saying that, he left.
He Miaomiao continued to say, "With your background, as long as you say it, the He family won't dare to refuse. Please help me."
Zhang Xiaojia said seriously, "I wanted to say this last time. I sneered because I looked down on your grandfather. Arranged marriage? Then don't get married! Resist it! If you don't love each other, don't go to bed. If you do, you'll have a child. It's shameful to say you don't love each other. If you really don't love each other after getting married, then divorce according to the He family rules, pay compensation, and wait for the child to be born sixteen years before getting married again. Why not do it this way?"
He Miaomiao defended herself by saying, "My grandfather didn't know she was pregnant when he went to the war."
"That's even more shameless, heartless and ungrateful. He abandoned his parents to his wife and left, letting her take care of them until their death. Then he published an advertisement saying it was an arranged marriage, loveless. Now he's old and dying and wants to repent and ask for forgiveness, but it's too late. Don't come to me again. I won't step on you because I remember your grandfather fought against the Japanese. That's all."
"That's the He family's wrong rules. How can you wait until your child is sixteen before you can get married after a divorce? That's not fair."
"Then why did your grandfather want to come back before he died? He would have to walk the path he wanted to walk on even if he had to kneel down." She should go out less to avoid meeting idiots.
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