The old Chinese doctor in the courtyard

Chapter 14 The First Trial of Fishing and Hunting

With Li Shengli's explanation, Aunt Jiang also grinned.

"Victory still has the ability, tonight my aunt will cook fish for you.

Don't wait, hurry into the house and eat. "

After entering the room to wash, Zhao Sihai also appeared in the main room with a gloomy face, leaning on a walking stick.

He heard what was said in the courtyard just now, but he still didn't feel good about his three grandchildren.

Before Master Hai opened his mouth to reprimand his three grandsons, Li Shengli blocked his mouth first.

"Master Hai, I asked Youfang for some fishing nets and lines, and I got a lot of things, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry them back.

When I go back, can I borrow the donkey cart in the village? "

Li Shengli couldn't bring back the medicine box and books that he exchanged with Mr. Zhao in the morning.

In addition to fishing nets and clothes, there are more things, and it is really impossible to take them home without a donkey cart.

"It's nothing to say, just ask what's missing at home.

When I leave, I also prepared some things for you, take them with you.

These two days have time, let the three of them go to pull firewood again, everything in the city costs money, we have plenty here.

Shengli, there are still many sick people in the village, can you help me take a look? "

Li Shengli saw Lord Hai's politeness, but he couldn't easily agree to his request.

Although he can use the method of Chinese medicine to treat a doctor, but after all, he is only half-way, and Master Liu has an agreement with him.

With Lord Hai as a model, he can eat well in Wali Village. Given his age and appearance, he will not be like this in other villages.

Letting a half-year-old see a doctor does not mean that he is sick to a certain extent, and most people will definitely not choose this way.

Regardless of Master Liu's medical skills, pretense is still very important to Li Shengli.

Even though Mr. Liu doesn't look like a good person, that goatee is still quite bluffing.

"Master Hai, wait until you bring my master here next time, shall we?

I am not sure about it myself. If there is an emergency, I can take a look at it. If it is not an emergency, wait here? "

Although he had ulterior motives, Li Shengli didn't say anything to death. Healing the wounded and saving lives is still needed.

Some emergencies are easily life-threatening. If you delay because of your own refusal, it will be a crime.

"There are no emergencies, but chronic illnesses.

Yes, let's make an appointment, and I'll send someone to pick you up in the city. "

There are no doctors in the village, and there are no masters from all over the world. Most of them are stable women, witches and the like, working as local doctors and health workers.

Most of these caregivers who deliver babies and dance great gods rely on Mongolian doctors to see a doctor. It is not an emergency, and villagers will not go to them.

Occasionally, being right with one or two is enough for them to brag about for half their lives.

In terms of bone injuries, Li Shengli, who showed his superior skills, gave Zhao Sihai hope.

If you can find a good doctor for the village as a backer, it will be good deeds.

In the early years, many villages made an agreement with the doctor Ling from the wandering side to visit the village regularly.

Since the land was divided, there have been fewer and fewer doctors in Ling, and it has become more and more troublesome for the villagers to see a doctor.

There are serious illnesses and minor illnesses in the countryside, and serious illnesses will naturally go to the hospitals in the city. As for the health centers in the township communes, they are more like pharmacies than hospitals.

Ordinary minor illnesses are either cured by themselves or forced to suffer. In Wali and some surrounding villages, there are poor people who die of this in vain every year.

Li Shengli can see Haiye's eagerness, and he has also done medical assistance, let alone now.

In the next three to forty years, rural medical care will still be a big problem.

Barefoot doctors, which will be barely popularized in a few years, will alleviate the shortage of doctors and medicines to a certain extent.

But the result is the same. People go to high places, water flows to low places, and most of the high-quality medical resources can stay in the countryside.

This is a good thing for Li Shengli. If you look at the level of barefoot doctors, he is completely among the top batch.

The mountain village medical market on the outskirts of Beijing, on Wali's side, has opened up a little door for him. As long as it is operated properly, it is no problem to worry about food and clothing.

With a temporary plan in mind, Li Shengli finally called Hai Ye back.

"Master Hai, the time is hard to set, I have to ask my master.

Some time ago, my master, like you, also injured his calf, and it was not very convenient to move. "

The time to come back to Wali depends on Master Liu's statement. Before the cooperation, some regulations still need to be confirmed.

My mother, Mrs. Han, said that Mr. Liu is a black-hearted and poorly crafted person, and some things must be explained in advance.

If there is no agreement, Li Shengli needs to find another way.

"Fine!
Victory, we men are predestined, from now on our two families will visit each other frequently, don't let this fate be neglected. "

What Li Shengli said was well-founded, and Zhao Sihai also recognized his statement.

In his opinion, doing things is the same as farming, there must be regulations, and doing things recklessly will probably not have good results.

The two agreed, and the three boys of the Zhao family were spared a reprimand. Master Hai looked at the fish in the yard, and then laughed.

These days, it doesn't matter how much money you earn, what matters is that you can eat enough and wear warm clothes.

Hai Ye, who has gone through difficult times, pays special attention to this.

I asked my grandson about the fishing experience, and I knew that it was Li Shengli who gave me the advice to catch so many fish.

Hai Ye once again looked at Li Shengli with admiration, looked at the calm middle-aged son, and then glanced at his second grandson.

He also strengthened some thoughts in his heart.

Haiye also has his own opinions on how to deal with the fish. Without Li Shengli, his three grandsons would not have caught so many fish.

After whispering a few words to his wife, after Li Shengli and the others finished their meal, Master Hai took the whole family and began to deal with the fish.

The big fish was disemboweled and the fish was left behind. The fish meat was tied with hemp rope and hung on the drying line.

Although winter is not the season for drying fish, the low temperature can prolong the shelf life of fish.

Li Shengli saw Haiye's approach, but the temperature in early winter was still fluctuating, and there were so many fish that he couldn't finish eating in a short time.

"Master Hai, let's make a shelf to smoke the fish for a day or two. These fish will be fine until the Chinese New Year."

Hearing that Li Shengli could make smoked fish, Zhao Sihai was also taken aback for a moment, this half-baby is really capable, there is nothing he can't do.

Seeing Master Hai in a daze, Li Shengli thought he had overlooked something, so he wanted to turn around and go back to the wing room, but was stopped by Master Hai's words.

"You don't know how to say this earlier, if you need something, tell the third child, hurry up.

If the fish is stuffed, it won't taste fresh. "

With Master Hai's approval, Li Shengli took his third son, Zhao Yougang, to work.

The hunting experience given by Brother Tong is very comprehensive. There are not only hunting methods, but also simple handling of meat.

There are no fresh branches in winter, which is not a problem for Li Shengli, because there are puddles around the village, and there are still a lot of reeds piled up in Zhao's courtyard.

There are also straw curtains that have been woven, and weaving straw curtains is also one of the sideline jobs in the countryside near the water.

After asking Hai Ye, Li Shengli did not use reed poles, but used ready-made straw curtains.

The firewood in the yard is used to set up a shelf, and the straw curtains wetted with water are wrapped around the shelf, and the simple smokehouse is ready.

After hanging more than a dozen fishes that had been processed on the shelf, Li Shengli took the third child and ignited the dry firewood under the shelf.

After the fire was burning hot, the fire was covered with a kindling grass soaked in water, and large puffs of white smoke began to scurry around in Zhao's yard.

Because of the use of straw curtains as a substitute, it was obviously not very successful for Li Shengli to smoke fish for the first time.

Looking at the smoky yard, he couldn't think of a solution for a moment.

"Third boy, hurry up and block the gaps in the straw curtain with some mud.

Victory, you two are trying to smoke us old bastards to death!

Second boy, go to the wing room and get some coarse salt to marinate the fish. "

Although Li Shengli's smokehouse choked him so much that he couldn't keep his eyes open, Lord Hai relied on his rich experience to check for leaks and fill in the gaps.

Making urine and mud is also the strong point of the third child, Zhao Yougang, but within ten minutes, this kid started to smear mud on the straw curtains.

"Uncle, you said it's okay to put some chili in it, I like spicy food."

The fish under the shelf, because it was close to the fire source, had already begun to emit a subtle fragrance.

Zhao Laosan, who was smearing mud on the grass curtain, suddenly had a new idea, and looked at Li Shengli with hope.

"Third boy, just shut up.

This is in the yard of your own house. Once you release the chili peppers, won't we all be smoked to death?

Old lady, what the third boy said is also true, go find some aniseed prickly ash, let's rub it on the fish. "

Smelling the smell of smoked fish in the yard, the old man Zhao Sihai also became playful.

Although he held back the thoughts of his third child, he also made a change.

"You old man, you don't look the same as you look like. If you add pepper and aniseed ingredients, the whole village can't smell it?"

When it comes to eating, Aunt Jiang is still cautious, although life has been better these years.

But in the village, it's also a small circle of bullying and bullying. If your family eats well, there will always be people who are jealous.

"Damn them, the water bubbles are there, and there are fishing nets, if you want to eat them, you can hunt them yourself.

what's going on?

Do you still have to feed them food into their mouths? "

For the old woman's worry, Zhao Sihai waved his hand and blocked it.

The Zhao family has always had a reputation in Wali. Over the years, the folks in the village have been able to eat well and live a life that the villages in the suburbs of Beijing envy.

The Zhao family's father and son made great efforts and took great risks. If they listened to the above, more than half of the villagers in Wali Village would not have enough to eat.

Zhao Sihai didn't have this kind of worry in his heart at all. After two generations of hard work, the Zhao family still had some prestige in Wali.

After working all afternoon, I built two simple smokehouses and hung more than 30 fish.

The rest of the matter of adding firewood was left to the third son of the Zhao family. This kid also liked to do this. He was busy all afternoon with a smile on his lips.

"Third, why are you still serving smoked fish?

Little bunny!

Did you go to the village to steal grenades? "

Although it was a strike, there were a lot of big and small things going on in the village. Zhao Mankui, who had just finished his work, could smell the smell of smoked fish as soon as he entered the house.

Glancing at the small fish hanging on the drying rope in the yard, the anger in his heart came up immediately.

Fish frying is a common thing in villages near puddles.

But that thing is dangerous, and people from all over the world are killed every year because of it.

Zhao Mankui was a soldier, he knew the danger of grenades, and he also knew the skills of his own children.

So many fish must have been fried.

"Shut up!

They don't know anything, they just know how to train children. This is their uncle Shengli, who took three children and caught them with fishing nets.

After a busy day, wash up and prepare to eat stewed fish. "

As soon as Zhao Mankui raised his voice, he was reprimanded by his old lady.

Hearing that it was Li Shengli who took his sons to catch the fish, the anger in his heart dissipated immediately.

"Mother, it's not like you don't know how skinny our three little brats are.

Roasting sweet potatoes in the mountains the year before last almost burned the back of the mountain. Wasn't it their fault?
In the summer of the year before last, the three of them went to the village to steal grenades, and fried fish in the bubble, so that the children of the old Zhang family would not be bored in the bubble.

These bastards, can they be obedient without beating them? "

Glaring at the trembling third child, he rebuked his own child's glorious achievements.

By scolding the child, Zhao Mankui escaped the next reprimand from his mother.

Although Zhao Mankui is the secretary of the village party committee, he is also very scared of the old father and mother at home.

(End of this chapter)