Escape to Farmland

Chapter 471 Fat Blister
In the days that followed, everything was business as usual.

Xia Quan didn't care how long Ding Shangren and his superiors had to discuss before making a decision.

Anyway, she won't accept the task until she gets a clear answer.

Another month passed in a flash, and the spring harvest and plowing were in full swing.

The school also provides the children with busy farming leave.

Both Xia Quan and Ding Qing'an returned to the village to help cut wheat, grow corn and sorghum.

"What is this? It's itchy."

Xia Quan and others, who were plowing land in the southwest region for the first time, felt uncomfortable with the numbness on their feet and hands.

Seeing this, the villagers laughed while scratching the numbness on their feet: "This is called a fat blister. If you work at this time of the year, it is easy to grow these things."

"Yes, just get used to it. It's fine, it's just that it's so itchy that I can't sleep well. After a while, it'll be fine on its own."

Hearing that it will take some time to get better, Xia Quan couldn't help it.

When I go home at night, I go into the laboratory, extract the components of the fat blisters on my feet and hands, analyze them, and find out their weaknesses.

In order to have more reliable data, she deliberately extracted some of these things from Xia Huan, Ding Qing'an and other people in the village for comparison and analysis.

It wasn't until the third day that she finally researched a medicine that could inhibit the production of fat blisters.

"Put this on the itch."

Before going to bed that night, Xia Quan took out two shells and handed them to his younger brother and Ding Qing'an after seeing everyone wash up, "It should be better to wipe it on."

"Sister, what is this?"

Xia Huan took the shell and opened it, "It smells so bad."

"You don't care if it smells bad or not, as long as you put it on your hands and feet and it won't itch anymore."

When Ding Qing'an heard that his hands and feet would no longer itch after applying it, he didn't say anything, and started to rub his hands and feet in sullenness.

"It's cool and refreshing, and it's really comfortable."

After the boy wiped it off, he closed his eyes and felt it, "Little Quan, where did you buy this, is it expensive?"

"How about we buy some for the folks to try."

"No need, tomorrow I will hand it over to Uncle Chuan, and let him distribute it to each family."

Anyway, the ointment she developed is more than that, one box for each family, enough for everyone to use until the end of spring plowing.

"You made this up?"

It was only then that Ding Qing'an came to his senses, "Xiao Quan, how did you do it? I haven't even seen you do it."

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

Xia Quan glanced at him, "If you ask me any more, just return the things to me."

"That won't work, I have to keep it to myself."

The boy smiled and avoided her outstretched hand, "By the way, Xiao Quan, why did you think of doing this?"

"What's in it? Xiaohuan and I can help you find materials some other day."

"Yeah, sister, I can help you find materials."

The siblings lived with Ding Qing'an for more than a month, and the little guy had little defense against this 'outsider'.

Except that my sister has a spacious and bright room, shops with everything and they have a big house, the little guy doesn't hide anything else anymore.

"No need."

Xia Quan said casually, "It's enough for me to bring back whatever I want."

The things that cause the villagers' hands and feet to blister are all in the ground, and the things that can slow down its growth are also in the ground, so I don't need the help of the two children to find them.

The so-called fertilizer blisters are actually caused by some harmful bacteria produced after the farmyard manure is mixed with the soil, which adheres to the skin and causes infection.

As long as this harmful bacteria is neutralized, the skin infection will improve and the symptoms will disappear.

For Xia Quan, a former biology expert, it couldn't be easier to develop the corresponding medicine.

"Come, come, send everyone something good."

(End of this chapter)