Traditional Chinese Medicine: Back to the years when educated youths went to the countryside

Chapter 65 You old comrade

A farce, temporarily over.

The next day, early in the morning.

Wang Chengzhou was sorting a bunch of herbs at home. The family did not disturb him and went straight to the fields.

Honeysuckle needs to be brought to the brigade yard and asked to be cooked by the canteen chef instead of tea.

Then, send it to the fields.

Anyway, drinking water is indispensable for everyone to do farm work, and drinking it is better after all.

However, please be warned that it is contraindicated for those with spleen and stomach deficiency and clear sores and pus.

Just take the Cang Zhu to the field by yourself and share it with the others.

Rather than boiling and sterilizing with steam, it is more appropriate to light and smoke.

After all, although the village is backed by mountains and has no shortage of firewood, it still requires manpower. If you can save it, save it.

As for dandelions.

Wang Chengzhou thought about it for a while and decided to forget it.

It's just a wild vegetable. It has hands and feet. Who doesn't know how to dig it?

It's better to steam the vegetables at home and eat them, and then send some to senior sister.

The plan is over.

I looked up and saw that the sun was already rising.

He quickly picked up the hoe and the herbs and rushed into the field.

Walking on the field road, I met an old farmer.

Judging from his age, he should be around 50 years old, with a dark stubble, carrying a hoe, and a white sweat towel hanging around his neck.

"Comrade, how to get to Dongpo?"

Seeing him from a distance, I quickly waved and shouted, with a smile on my face.

Wang Chengzhou felt strange for a while.

This person is very unfamiliar, I have never seen him before, he should not be from Wangjiacun.

Could it be from Yanggao Village or Shuixi Village?
But what are you going to do in Dongpo if you’re from another village?

After what happened yesterday, he was instinctively wary of outsiders.

Involuntarily, she raised her eyes and looked him up and down, "Old comrade, where are you from?"

"I...I just came from the brigade courtyard."

Seeing his wary look, the old farmer quickly added with a smile, "My surname is Zhou, just call me Lao Zhou."

Mr.Zhou?

Wang Chengzhou frowned and said in surprise: "You are not from the Wang family's production brigade!"

"No." Lao Zhou laughed and followed him forward, "But we are all from the same commune."

commune?

Could it be cadres who went to the countryside?

Wang Chengzhou looked him up and down again, smiling to himself.

This guy is so stupid. He looks more like a farmer than his father, Wang Honghe. How could he be a leader?

In those days, there were indeed cadres who often went to the countryside to work with the commune members and had food and accommodation in the village.

However, in this case, the village will usually notify you in advance.

Furthermore, many cadres go to the countryside to receive meals. They do pretentious work during the day and are responsible for the ideological work of the villagers at night.

A leader is a leader after all, and his temperament and identity are completely different from those of ordinary people.

"Hey, little comrade, this isn't fair."

Seeing him blinking and not speaking, Lao Zhou joked, "We've already told you our last name, so you have to introduce yourself, right?"

"My surname is Wang, just call me Xiao Wang."

Wang Chengzhou kept a cautious mind, and would rather believe it or not.

Maybe, they are really cadres who went to the countryside.

What should I do if I make nonsense and fall into the facts?
So, try not to talk.

Lao Zhou was carrying a hoe. When he saw that he was carrying a large bag of things with a strange fragrance, he couldn't help but ask:
"Xiao Wang, what are you carrying?"

"When you work in the fields, why do you bring food with you?"

Wang Chengzhou put on a smile and said, keep half of it and half of it, "They are all things dug in the mountains and distributed to the members." "Oh."

Seeing that his desire to talk was not strong, Lao Zhou was very ignorant and continued to ask: "Xiao Wang, I heard that pink eye has become popular in the village recently. Is it serious?"

"Nothing serious."

Wang Chengzhou smiled.

In fact, it's quite serious. Wangjia Village has almost turned into a rabbit nest.

However, with me here, no matter how serious it is, it will become not serious.

Lao Zhou stopped, looked at him with a smile, and followed, "Xiao Wang, what you said is not true, is it?"

"I heard that many members of Yanggao Village and Shuixi Village are sick, and they are even very serious, and they can't go to work."

"Hey, now is the time when the crops are being harvested. This delay in production will affect the harvest."

Wang Chengzhou glanced at him and said angrily:
"You old comrade, can I still lie to you?"

"We don't know about other places. Anyway, all the young and old men in Wangjia Village can work."

"If you can earn work points, who is still lying at home?"

Lao Zhou was a little surprised.

After thinking for a while, he said again:
"Did your Wangjiacun take any special epidemic prevention measures?"

"By the way, have you heard about the deeds of health worker Wang Jianguo in Yanggao Village?"

"What do you think of his methods?"

Wang Chengzhou rolled his eyes, not expecting the old man to talk so much, and said perfunctorily: "Not very good."

Lao Zhou stopped, looked at him and smiled, "Xiao Wang, you are not the health worker of this village, are you?"

Wang Chengzhou was stunned and asked in confusion: "How do you know?"

"Hahaha!"

Lao Zhou burst into laughter, pointed at him, and shook his head, "The so-called colleagues are enemies. From your tone, it means you have opinions against them."

"Old man, I have a pair of fiery eyes like a monkey, can you still tell?"

"You are too petty."

Wang Chengzhou snorted, turned around and said:
"What a fiery eye."

"Old Zhou, I think you are just smart."

"The reason I have a problem with him is not because of my colleagues. You old comrade, please don't talk nonsense."

The tone was a bit harsh.

Lao Zhou didn't take it seriously and continued the conversation, "Does that mean you also approve of other people's epidemic prevention measures?"

"Block the spread of germs by improving personal hygiene."

"The idea seems simple, but the difficulty is the execution. It is not easy for health worker Wang Jianguo to mobilize the whole village."

Wang Chengzhou rolled his eyes, was too lazy to talk to him anymore, and quickened his pace.

"Comrade Xiao Wang, am I wrong in what I said?"

Lao Zhou hurried a few steps and chased after him with a hoe, like a piece of dog skin plaster, "If conjunctivitis can be cured in this way, health worker Wang Jianguo has done a great job."

The two of them came to the ground one after the other.

It just so happened that, for some unknown reason, none of the village cadres were there.

Wang Chengzhou had no choice but to clap his hands and greet everyone.

People say that the three things a new official should do when he takes office are suitable for any position, even a small village health worker.

At the beginning, the brigade secretary Bai Houping's intention was very clear. If he couldn't make a name for himself, he would get out.

Yesterday's bloodletting treatment was the first fire, and it burned well.

Today, I should have lit the second fire.

However, when he saw Comrade Lao Zhou following him, Wang Chengzhou was moved. Instead of distributing the herbs directly, he pressed the bag of herbs and said loudly: "Is your pink eye better?"

"Wang Xiucai, we are much better!"

Under the leadership of Yang Xiushuan, several young wives started to make noises with high voices.

The scene was lively and full of laughter.

None of the villagers looked sick at all.

Lao Zhou was greatly surprised and did not understand how Comrade Xiao Wang could do it.

(End of this chapter)